The New Year

Timidthy was in his room as he sobbed, his privates still ached terribly. Poppy whined she knew Timidthy was in pain but she couldn't do anything to help. Timidthy teleported onto his bed and levitated over his ring of tranquility. 'Hopefully this takes my mind off the pain.' Timidthy thought as he put the ring on his horn and felt slightly better.

French Press was furious she felt like marching over to Bully and snapping her neck! French Press usually styled a few of the wig's she had to calm herself down but not even that worked.

"Stupid Bully. Humiliating Timidthy,making me grumble to myself." French Press mumbled as she paced around the room and Mrs. Oinkers watched.

Sweet Dreams was crying into a pillow while Babe bahed sweetly to help calm his owner.

" Je déteste cette Bully, elle est une secousse et une nuisance. Sur de ces jours j'espère qu'elle obtient un goût de sa propre médecine!" Sweet Dreams said as she continued to cry.

Meanwhile Crepe and Binkey we're in thier room sulking in sadness and emmbaressment.

"How could we just listen to her?" said Crepe miserably,

"Because we're fraidy-ponies especially me." said Binkey.

"Brother your not a fraidy-pony." said Crepe. Binkey shook his head and gestured towards the side of his room. That had baby stuff hung on the walls and on layed out on the floor.

"Yes I am, plus see this? I have a crazy obsession with baby stuff. At least you have something to be proud of." said Binkey sadly. The two colts sighed and sluggishly got ready for bed.

Crackers had his ear pressed against the bathroom door. Bumper had ran inside as soon as he got home and wasn't coming out. At first Crackers had heard breaking, then curssing, then crying. Crackers at the time heard nothing just nothing.
'Sweet Celestia! What has the boy done!' Crackers thought as he stretched out his tallons and started picking the lock. When Crackers opened the door, Bumper was on the floor and his back legs we're bleeding. As he held a knife in his magical grasp. Crackers felt tears come to his eye's, had his master been trying to?

"BUMPER! YOU HAVE TO TALK TO YOUR FRIENDS OR BETTER YET YOUR PARENTS! OR JUST EVEN TO ME! CAUSE THIS HAS GONE ON FAR ENOUGH!" said Crackers as as snatched away the bloody knife. Bumper looked furious but when he tried to get up he felt pain and hit the floor.

"I'm sorry Bumper, but I'm getting your parents." Crackers squeaked in worry and flew off to get Bumper's parents. Bumper just layed there as he started crying, 'I don't deserve help.'

Bully had just gotten home from school and her parents (as usual) wernt home and didn't care. Pamper had given her a note to give to her parent's and she sent it to them by mail. And she'd either get a response that had as much love and as Queen Crysalis or no response at all. Bully place the note on an oak table and walked to her room. Her room had a black carpet and a blood red wallpaper. Her room had pictures of her and only her, she couldn't even remember what they looked like. But Bully didn't care if they ever came back. They never wrote or responded to the letter she sent so why should she care? Bully walked to her bed witch was a somber orange and sat on it. She would have to come up with another plan to make Timidthy cry some more. After a couple of hour's she had come up with a master plan.

"And tomorrow Timidthy is gonna be the laughingstock of Canterlot." Bully said evily.