Better to have love and lost.
"It is better to have love ant lost, than not to not have loved at all." the saying goes. But that isn't true.
"Good morning Equestria!" my radio alarm clock sounded. "I'm your A.M. host:" I slammed the radio off. I didn't want to hear that spunky voice today. I sat up in bed, and rubbed my eyes. Time for school.
"But mom, I don't wan't to go back. All the ponies there make fun of me." I pleaded. "No. You are going back there, no matter what you say. Besides what about those other three ponies that don't have their cutie marks?" My mom responded. "Even they are mean to me!" I yelled. But one of them was actually secretly nice to me.
"Assfuck, get up." I said, knocking on the door to the right. "For the last time, it is Glasstuck!" the voice said from behind the door. I opened the other door to the left. The room was empty. I sigh. Glass walked out of his room. He was wearing his mane in curlers. I almost laughed my flank off. "Why are you wearing curlers?" I managed to get out before bursting into laughter. "Have you forgot two years in a row?" He asked.
"Blank flank! Blank Flank! You don't know what your talent is!" Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon yelled as most other fillies joined in. I hid my head under my hooves. I started crying. That's when I met her. "Hey leave him alone! Maybe he doesn't have his cutie mark, but have you ever thought what it'd be like to walk a mile in his hooves? Having to go home everyday to an abusive family, no friends, and then falling asleep hungry, sad, and cold, just to wake up in the morning just to start it all over again?" said an orange pegasus. The crowd stayed silent."Yeah I thought not!" she yelled, wings wide open. Diamond Tiara spoke up:"No, because I'm not a poor little brat like him or like you, Scootaloo.". Scootaloo stood there for a second. Tiara turned to the crowd, and they started laughing. When she turned around Scootaloo was right in her face. "You're the brat" she said before she punched Diamond Tiara in the face.
Walking Into the kitchen, I stretched my wings. I grabbed my coffee, then walked outside to get the mail. I started sorting it. Bills on the ground, Coupons in the left hoof, my mail in the right hoof, and Glass's mail, that goes on the ground too. There is an exception to that last one, I always look in his packages.
"Thanks." I said, getting up off the ground. "No prob, she needed to be knocked down a peg." Scootaloo said. She held out a hoof. "Name's Scootaloo." she said. "M-m-Mirage." I responded, and shook her hoof. That day I made a real friend.