The Weird One

I was moving away from Manhattan to get to this school somewhere in Ponyvile and I felt hopeless. I have no more friends to rely on and I don't have the confidence to make any friends, so I guess I'm doomed. I just kept my face on the desk for most of the time. One time, a filly tried to make an effort to understand me.

"Hey, you okay? You seem a bit down. What's your name?"

I couldn't believe it. Usually In my other school, nobody would try that. They were always at a risk of being seen by a popular pony and losing their reputation. But mine was so low, that I'm not even worth trying.

"M-m" It just wouldn't come out.

"What did you say?"She asked.

I sucked it up, and tried again.

"Sky Sam..." I mumbled. I heard her chuckle a bit. I took my head and my lump of depression back on the table. Then she changed her expression to a poker face like one. Then she walked away. I didn't know if I should be mad or happy at myself, on one hoove, that was the closest I ever got to making a friend. On the other hoove, I was so close and felt like I was on a curse of not being able to make a friend. I chose the curse. I was not even that smart of a student anyway. I got stressed very easily, I wasn't smart, and I have no kind of talent. I have no cutie mark. My lump of depression took over and scary thoughts came up.

It was lunch, and I sat alone and ate my apple and just when I was about to put the straw in my juice box, a colt with a brown coat and had an orange mane with a little propeller hat came up to me and just stared at my juice box. He looked like he didn't drink anything for the entire day.

"You want it?" I asked.

He gave a quick nod.

I just slowly put in the straw and gave it to him like some kind of waiter. He immediately grabed it and started drinking it like he was gonna die.

"Ahh, thanks for the drink, I thought I was gonna die of thirst. Names Button Mash, what's yours?" He asked.

Don't mess this up.

"I am Sky Sam but you can call me Sam." I said in a medieval like voice. He chuckled a bit.

It was at this moment that I knew, I messed up. Or so I thought. My depression somehow transformed into laughter, I never felt feelings like that for a long time. We laughed a bit more and kept telling each other jokes for the rest of lunch.

"Hey, want to come over to my house?" He asked.

"Yes." I blurted before any second thoughts came up. I couldn't believe it, not only have I made a friend, I'm going over to his house! Could this get any better?