The chirping of the birds and the commotion outside is now disturbingly audible, interrupting my peaceful slumber and causing me to groan in dismay. I slowly open my tired eyes and a dull grey ceiling is visible, that ceiling that I am used to seeing. I lift my head, proceeding to sit my body up.

I look around my room; to see its vapid and monochrome properties. Grey walls circle the area, but sorted with a few accessories like my dresser at the right, next to a window, and my drawer just beside my bed.

I groggily got my little body out of bed by kicking out the navy blue blanket off me, rubbing my eyes and yawning at the same time, putting my legs in motion. I continued forward, moving my hooves outside my room towards my destination, the kitchen.

Outside my room is another closed room that was my mom and my dad's before all this started. Found just in front of my door as I continued to walk right to go downstairs. On the walls of the stairs, Photographs hang themselves for display, I took a glance, I’ve never once see myself in those family pictures, like I am erased and disappeared out of sight, never to be seen again.

The sight of a happy family was painted on the hanging frame. A mother, a father, and a Sister are captured with big bright smiles on their faces. The only pony missing was a silver pony with his smile as vivid as it can be.

After seeing those reminders on the wall, I sigh despondently as all the memories were reminiscent in my mind for a brief second. I continue to my destination.

Arriving there, I see an empty kitchen room, right beside an empty Living room. Visions flashed before my eyes, envisioning a once happy family. With a Blue Stallion with Black hair chased a Silver foal around the room playfully, it vanished shortly.

Looking at the kitchen, another passing vision appeared; a family that was eating together, all the smiles and joy is evident and genuine in their visage as they happily spend time together, it transitorily faded to a bland, lonely table.

I walk into the kitchen fridge, looking at the small rations that I have saved up for the past two months, an assortment of fruits like apples and oranges. How I got theses?

I got them from the locals, using my curse to my advantage.

I took a couple of apples to the table and began to dine in. Why I ate a little is no mystery, I don’t want to “borrow” their hard work always, it would make me feel much worse than before. Besides, my appetite has long been gone.

The morning was quiet and the breakfast was quick. I threw the apple cores to the bin. Seeing that everything was settled, I opted to go and take a shower. I turned to walk to the house’s bathroom, seeing it just right by the living room.

Opening the door, I walk along the marble tiles of the bathroom floor until I face the mirror. I checked myself. The reflection of a silver pony greeted me with its miserable sight. My grey mane ruffled with bed head, I tried to correct it with my hooves but it was stubborn and wouldn't do as I command. I generally looked awful. I sighed and made my way to the bathroom.

I slightly and quietly yelped at the cold water contacting my skin. It is getting warmer by the second and I thought that now is good time to clean myself up. Grabbing the soap, I rubbed my silver coat, small bubbles and suds covered my body. Rinsing it off with another shower of water, I grabbed the shampoo and I coated my mane with it.

A few more morning chores and now I’m done preparing for the day. I grabbed my bag and walked to the door. Not before doing what I always do.

"I'll be off!" I called out, loud enough that it can be heard anywhere around a house, like informing a loved one that I am now leaving. But I never hear a reply, well not that I was expecting it anyways. I slowly went out and softly closed the front door.

I had turned to walk, Ponyville is dreary today, and long grey stratus clouds laggardly float with its masses freely, covering the entire town with a melancholic effect and threatening to burst into tears to anypony that's unfortunate.

I slowly, but steadily, trudged towards Ponyville middle school while observing my surroundings, the ponies already preparing their stands and going on with their daily lives. As I passed by two mares, I heard that the pegasi had planned to shower ponyville with light rain soon. I hypothesized that the plants of the sweet apple acres need watering, but here I question why this would affect the town as well.

I didn't worry about getting wet, my school is a little ways from my place, but it wasn't that far. Plus, I have already had a reason for hating it as well. I shook off the thought.

I continue to move forward. Feeling the dry dirt above my hooves and maintain to observe the same thing. Ponies talking with friends, laughing about their stories and keeping each other company, some with smiles and laughter.

The school can now be seen at the distance. Fillies with their friends, colts with their friends can be all heard and seen. All walking towards the school as well, I walked past them all and hurried myself to the campus all the while trying my hardest to not mind them.

I've arrive at the big green entrance gate of the school. A security guard's pony with a white uniform is standing by it diligently, checking the student's I.D before letting them in.

There was always no need for me to wear an I.D anyways. After the guard had checked the I.D of the student in front me; I just pass by him, right behind the colt. The guard didn't even notice my presence and continued to check at the pony's ID behind me. I looked back and sighed. I continued to trudge to my classroom.

It's what you expect in a school campus. It consists of a double door entrance leading to a corridor of green lockers. The second floor and above are classrooms, with doors indicating their respective classes of each student, with a nametag consisting of the Grade and the section right above it.

The cacophony of noise is heard upon entering the vicinity, the corridor of lockers, filled with ponies of every color, race and gender, chatting gleefully with others, opening their lockers, getting their bags to their class with others and the usual. It’s just the normal school environment.

I didn't care; I sluggishly went straight to my classroom. There was nothing to do here anyways. I try my best to avoid the ponies with their chit chat, try my best not to collide with each other and walk up the second floor stairs.

I turned left and came to see a four door corridor. All of them being 5th grade classrooms with different sections. I turn to the first door on my left, Grade 7 – Celestial, my classroom.

Upon entering the door I observed that the classroom was barely filled at this time; except for a couple of classmates chatting about things and whatnot. I didn't really care. I just wanted to settle down and rest.

I found my chair at the very back, beside a window. I proceeded to sit down, placing my small bag at the left side of the table. Resting my head on my right hoof, I look at my left to see some of the townsfolk already buying things in the market, with visible sticks of wrapped cloth called an umbrella on some ponies.

My eyes lazily looked above. A few pegasi from the weather team pushed grey cumulus clouds where pushed to the other team, there they flatten and spread it about, turning them in to a stratus state.

After some time, the noise in the classroom was getting more and more audible, as I inferred that more of my classmates have entered. It came to the point where I stopped looking out the window, and turned to stare at my desk with a blank expression on my face.

After some time, the school bell rang. Signaling pupils to go line up outside and go the school quadrangle to have our flag ceremony, an everyday routine that was the compulsory for every pupil or student to attend

I waited for the last pony to go outside before leaving the classroom myself. A crowd of ponies were already scattered around the small corridor, some talking among themselves, some running around playing their own silly games.

I, in the other hoof, tried to navigate myself to my place in the line. The rowdiness of the ponies forcing me to bump into some in the process, they either just continued without looking at me, or looked at me for millisecond before going their way.

I then found my place at the line and I stood there patiently. Letting the noise sink in, observing my fellow schoolmates and their variety of personalities. A few minutes later, a teacher then arrived, ordering the pupils to settle down and line up.

After sometime, the ponies started to move to the quadrangle in a straight orderly line and a quiet atmosphere, except for the sound of the clip – clop of hooves. Going down the school Staircase, I could see the Quadrangle right in front of us.

But the one that caught my attention was not the overly crowded quadrangle filled with Ponies of different ages, but a small group of ponies with Red shirts with them. I take a look at them with more detail. They were ponies of the three races, Earth, Pegasus and Unicorn. They seemed to be looking out for something.

I also noticed the White Cross on each of their shirt’s breast pockets. That cross is supposed to be symbolizing something that was at the tip of my tongue.

Today was going to be another uneventful day.

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I never really attend class. Ever since this curse of mine started to take course I had no reason to ever be present in class. I just stroll around the school grounds doing nothing but to sit and stare at something that catches my interest.

Right now I was sitting at the ledge on the roof of the school, with my legs dangling off the edge, looking down at the ponies going with their lives again. Hearing the sound of the hustle and bustle all around the place and feeling the now slight pang of jealousy. The rainclouds was getting thicker now.

Until I feel a raindrop hit my snout.

More and more have dropped until finally, it rained

I really didn't mind the rain. But now, this reminds me of that day.

I sobbed in silence. In the past, this is the perfect time to vent out my frustrations. Asking why my life is like this, what I ever did to deserve this is the main question I always ask. What can I do to fix this, was there a solution to this problem in the first place. I yelled out to the skies in pure, vehement frustration.

But now, it was much lesser than last time. Am I getting numb? Am I getting used to the curse that has unfortunately affected me? Well, I have to be used to it know. There’s now saving me now, I will be like this until my final breath.

I sighed with a few croaks of pained whimpers as those thoughts pierced me with its truth, tears staining my face. Well, not that it mattered. It was raining and it was disguising the stains perfectly.

Like a pony in the background.

I let the rain continue to soak me with its tears.

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I opened the door to my house, soaking wet because of the rain. After the school bell rang, I quickly walked all the way towards my house even though the rain was in progress.

"I'm home" I yell out, no response was heard. I step into my abode, dropping my soaking wet, empty bag onto the floor. I didn't even care about it being soaking wet, it'll dry in due time anyways.

I went into the bathroom drawers and grabbed a towel to quickly dry myself, well to the point where the water is no longer dripping, but I'm still very wet and cold.

It is 4 in the afternoon; it is during this time that I go to bed. I mean, what else am I going to do? I have nothing to read, nothing to be with, nopony to talk to, my hobbies have diminished over the months.

I have nothing.

I despondently sighed; it’s been four months now. And nothing changed for me. I guess being optimistic about this entire thing is pointless now that I think about it. But, this annoying plague has taken what made me, me.

There's no more hope for me now, there is no more hope for my condition. Nothing will fix me and I'll be forever alone.

But it’s this annoying feeling that is still persistent in my brain, the feeling of hope that everything will fix itself. If I just had to wait long enough, someopony will see me.

I suppressed those thoughts, and I stuck with the most logical and most factual one. Regarding everything that has happened to me, it would make no sense to think about things with hope.

I slowly went up to my room, slowly climbed up my bed. I lay my navy blue over my little body and rested my head on the pillow.

I stared at the ceiling for some time, thinking about nothing new. Until eventually, I had fallen to the depths of sleep.

Author's Note

Hey guys, Bed here.

Took a long as break and look where my mind took when I did. But I hope you still enjoyed the prologue of this new story. Any feedback will certainly be appreciated.

Have a banana.