The life story a Pasterland pony

All of the stands were full.

A sellout to the 631st Graduation of New Equine High School. 89 students out of a senior class of 91.

Those were good odds.

Professor Brinks took up the Announcments and the change from fillys/colts to Stallions/Mares. a tradition in this fine country of Pasterland. "Well, this is boring. hurry up!" some mare down in front whined. probably Candis, That good-for-nothing Equestrian transfer.

Vinny shook his head. He chuckled and smiled. He was thinking the same thing. We heard this crap for the last four years. Dont need to hear it again.

Broken Reign sat in the middle of it all, just waiting his turn for the Diplomma. today was his day. tonight was also his birthday. Turning 18 was a big deal in his family. as he waited for his name to be called, he thought about the things he can do, like maybe finally work in the shop by himself, or go to the club and try to work around them fine mares...

"Next honoree and graduate, who excelled in both Survival and Scavenging expeditions, mastered the craft of Mixology and brewery, and held the Marksman Trophy for 5 years straight, Broken Reign, Son of Sir Agus and Honey Comb!" Professor Brinks exclaimed applauded...

Broken Reign broke out of his day dream, took a deep breath, smiled, and trotted to the stage. His friends applauded and whistled to his success, as did he when their time came. Brinks gave Reign his diplomma and gave him a good luck wink. he smiled to her and walked back to his seat. "Hey, bro, party at my house after, wanna come?" Rusty, Reign's best friend, whispered to reign once he got back. " nah, dude, got work after this, srry, bro." Broken Reign responded. Rusty shrugged, somewhat disappointed. the next pony, Willy Pete or something, was called next. This went on for about another hour or so, then the dreaded Student Council ponies speeches to the grads. President Cindis, struted up to the podium, cleared her throught, and started with her dramatic recital of her past years at the school.Reign sighed and slumped in his chair out of impending death by bordom. Then,after she finished up, Ben Graham and Tyler Sanro, the two vices, told their speech, and so on... Reign snuck his music player out of his bags by his seat and poped an earbud in his ear, drowning out his bordom with his favorite artists. "the ceremony well be over soon..." he thought to him self.