Rocket Ash

I walked down the cloud field toward the backstop. The squAAAd was, from what I could see, having a heated debate. Some of the girls were standing up, waving their arms around and shouting while Cam hovered above them and screeched. I rolled my eyes and looked around the rest of the field.

I spotted a group of kids crowding in one spot. It seemed out of place, so Detective Fuckwad was on the case! I trotted toward the crowd, keeping in a half-crouching position because it was 8th graders. I tossed my backpack onto the cloud and walked up behind the kids. They were looking up at something, so I looked up to find something.

It was someone! There was a blue girl racing two boys in the race course. She was bolting forward with impossible speed. A rainbow traced behind her faintly, but there seemed to be sparks around her head. She looked like a meteor racing to collide with Equestria as she bolted through the air. Suddenly, her speed came to a climax and a rainbow vibrated in the sky originating from her. A loud BOOOOOOOM!!!!! echoed in the air and knocked me to the cloud.

The other kids around me exclaimed things like "WHAT THE FUCK?!" or "HOLY BALL SACKS!" as they were forced to the cloud. I stayed down for a moment and recovered my equilibrium. I seized my backpack and fucking bolted toward the backstop. The squAAAd had been slammed into the chainlink fence and were trying to stand up. In Cam's case, he had been tossed over the fence.

After they had all recovered from the blast, I began to piece together what happened. The girl was named "Rainbow Dash" and she was racing two bullies because they were making fun of her friend, Fluttershy. Apparently, she was the fastest flyer in the school despite being a 6th grader. She was also a blank-flank even though she was in middle school. Even with all these going against her, she had just performed the impossible: a Sonic Rainboom.

"She's planning on being a weather pony."

"She'd be the best weather pony ever!"

"What a waste of talent."

"What do you mean 'waste of talent'?"

"What do you think your job would be when you're older?"

"Good question."

"'Good question'?! I've been asked that over a billion times in my life!"

While I listened to the conversation, I started thinking about the words people use. Why do we still say "unicorn", "pegasus", "pony", and other things like that? From what I remember out of the blur of random history trivia, Equestria hasn't been populated by primitive horses in over a billion years. We evolved into a different branch of animals while horses continued to be... horses. Couldn't we use words that didn't refer to horses? Then again, what would we be called? "Wing people" and "horn people"?

"Hey, Equestria to Rocket," Ash's voice snapped me back to attention. "What are you planning on doing when you're older?"

"Just- um... being a... a um... just a regular weather pony..." I replied, my face burning with embarrassment.

"What's your cutie mark?" Abby asked.

I pulled my shirt up a few inches to show my cutie mark. Sitting above my hip was a pencil crossed over a rainbow.

"What'd you get it from?" Campbell inquired.

"Oh um... just... being me... I guess..." I fumbled my words even though I wasn't nervous. If my mouth kept refusing to say what my brain tells it to, I WAS READY TO EAT A BULLET! I put my shirt down.

"Are you... good at writing?" Abby probed.

"Yes..."

"Drawing?"

"Yep..."

"Anything creative?"

"Mhmm."

"You should be an artist!" Ella suggested.

An... *artist*? I decided that was not the best idea. I had an image planted in my brain of the broke artist starving on the street. I was so ignorant yet hopeful back then.

"I don't think I could be an art-"

"Or maybe an author!" Abby added.

I watched the rest of the squAAAd branch off into different conversations while Ella, Abby, and Campbell focused on me. It did feel slightly better to see that a few people in the world were good friends. They continued on the subject of jobs and talents, but I brought up looks.

"You know, Rocket, you would look great if..." Abby paused to think of the right thing to say. "If you tried harder in the morning."

Ella and Campbell facehoof'd in unison while I gave her a look that said "Seriously?"

"I-I mean you do look good already!" Abby sputtered dumbly, trying to make up for her retarded af comment. "It's just you could look even better if-"

"Just stop trying..." Ella shook her head disapprovingly.

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I looked up at my ceiling. I was a having a crisis. What was my potential? Writing? Drawing? Was I destined to be a lowly weather pony? Was I going to be- for lack of a better term- a basic bitch? Am I going to follow the lead of so many pegasi before me like a sheep?

Please, Goddess, what is my talent? I suddenly turned my attention to my cutie mark. A pencil over a rainbow... What was it supposed to symbolize? I growled and huffed in disapproval. I had a cutie mark from something stupid and I didn't even know what it meant!

Why did I even have friends? I was, and still am, a basic bitch.

I was unlikeable and insulted everyone, friend or enemy. One time I called Cam gay and there was this group of strong, tough-looking 8th grade boys in front of us. Then I shouted while pointing to the boys: "YA KNOW WHO ELSE IS GAY?! THEEEM!" Me and my friends had to run away... At least once a day I say something completely rude and uncalled for to my friends.

I was ugly. Everytime I looked in the mirror I though How could people look at THIS ugly ass face and still be friends? Once someone complimented my looks I would giggle politely and say "Thank you so much!" but really I didn't think they meant it. To me, they were lying because they felt bad for me and as soon as I was out of earshot they would insult me.

I would be graduating 6th grade soon and I definately was not ready. Fuck life.