[COS]

I was the son of parents who excessively fought, somehow, they simply didn’t divorce, they still loved each other. On the few occasions when they weren’t fighting, they talked to me about the ‘truth’ of Celestia. I didn’t believe any of the shit they spoke about, and nopony else did either. I was scorned at in my home town of Suburbia, I didn’t know what to do to gain any reputation back. I was just a normal pony, for the most part. I wasn’t quite the rebel I certainly became.

I took a trip to the edge of Suburbia, looking for a way to live, and to be recognized. A random 7/11, and abandoned one. The 7/11 where some ponies had scoffed at my religious upbringing, where I stopped believing. The motto of that particular 7/11 was ‘home is where your heart is,’ but I knew that not everyone’s heart beat the same. There was no true home for anypony.

I walked into the 7/11, where the doors hadn’t been locked, just abandoned. My hooves clopped on the floor as I literally ran into what looked to be a snack stand. My head was down, and I was in a poor mood, amd on the walls of that abandoned 7/11 were what changed my life forever.

“Be a rebel, nopony can hate you for that, adopt your upbringing, be it religious, sacrilegious, or the like. You can be the best person you can be, but it doesn’t matter if no one likes you. You have to be rebellious.”-St...

The graffiti was unfinished, but I knew right then what I was going to be, the Celestia of Suburbia.

“I thought you hated that bucking name!” St. Jimmy yelled, as we hid in a brick alley so no one would discover us.”And when do you start getting to the good stuff? The rebellion and shit! No one bucking cares about you becoming the Celestia of Suburbia!”

“Jimmy, I’m getting there.” I retorted.”It took me a while to find the truth about how rebellion is the true way to go!”

St. Jimmy grunted, and I continued.

I trotted back home, undergoing the same poisoned stares I always received. My rebellion started small, some Stanolzolol, some Mary Jane, soon, I lost any semblance of a good person within me.

Suburbia quickly noticed my heavy sneaking out, my heavy trashing of the Celestial religion and leadership, and of course, the drug usage.

Well, after all, that Celestial Bible stuff said to be perfect, and of course I couldn’t hold up to that, nopony can! They were all hypocrites in all the worst ways. They preached that you had to be perfect when they themselves couldn't. Everypony was just born and raised by hypocrites.

I wasn’t going to find redemption until I died, so I was going to live the craziest life I could, the life I was told to live.

Since Suburbia was getting very interested in my rebellion, I started to gain a following, I became a gang leader. I didn’t give a buck about what anypony said, and my rebellion grew.

The were the followers of my rebellion, they called themselves,’The Disciples of the Celestia of Suburbia.’

I had taken my past and weaved it into something great through the power of rebellion. There were some ponies who still didn’t care about my rebellion. She tried to tell me to stop being a rebel, and I was perfect the way I was.

Well, I wasn’t perfect, and that made me really mad.

I was somewhere between insane and wondering how well my rebellion would actually go, and my parents attempted to set me up in therapy, which didn’t work. Eventually, the sight of Suburbia started making me depressed.

It felt like I was just suffocating under all the attempts from my parents to make me a better pony, and ironically, me being worse made my parents’ love stronger. They hardly ever fought anymore, they were united on one common enemy, and that enemy was me and my whims.

With a healthy supply of Stanolzolol, I decided that I was going to run away and find my own beliefs, my own place to be a punk. My rebellion had quickly decreased with my insecurities, and several Disciples didn’t follow me anymore, found me to be a washed-up punk from a religious family, back to the laughingstock of the city.

I lost my faith in Celestia here, and I wasn’t going to live with that. I’d crossed the line more times than I could count, and 8 was going to live with that.

I wasn’t sorry for leaving, there was no place left for me, and the life of a drifter is one I could grow accustomed to.

I left a note for my parents, I was leaving, it was just tales from another broken home.

I wasn’t alone, and I still had some followers, so I left with them.

“You haven’t mentioned your Celestial rebellion yet!” St. Jimmy whined.”I want to hear the shit that actually matters, the bucking anti-Celestia shit! The whole point for this bucking ‘Equestrian Idiot’ rebellion!”

“St. Jimmy, I like you, and am somewhat responsible for looking for another rebel. But I’m not finished, the anti-Celestia shit comes from the part of Luna spending most her life on an unintended holiday.” I said.”We’re getting into the point soon.”

Author's Note

The longest song on the album has a shorter chapter than the American Idiot one, fitting as the rest of the album up until ‘She’s a Rebel’ is going to be backstory, so get real comfortable.

Yes the chapter is a little rushed, but I could find no way to do it. And that Drama tag will only get involved when Whatsername comes in.

Constructive criticism is allowed an encouraged!