Shying through the Academy

The teenaged filly was sitting, letting her fore hooves dangle slightly off the clouds' edge. Far from comfort, she watched as the storm slowly approached. She quietly sniffed to herself, feeling depressed. Tears trickled down her face slowly. She was far away from Cloudsdale and can barely hear the other pegasi, none other the wind, herself and the thunder from the storm. She reflected on her thoughts; what she did and the consequences of her choices. She wanted to find somepony that can help her, but it seems there's nopony there in Cloudsdale, or anypony else from the surface that can help her, or especially care for her.

The eerily air was quiet, making her stomach and legs begin to shake as the storm came a bit closer. Her breath began to shake a while she curled her legs a bit every time she heard thunder from the storm. The cloud that she was sitting on helped warm her a bit, but it wasn't enough to appease her. Other than the storm, she looked at the moon, where Nightmare Moon was banished. She thought that the former princess must be laughing and liking the fact that one of her fillies were embracing these forbidden acts. Shaking the thought out from her head, she looked at the view below and saw the town's lights. Ponyville was in her view, but she wasn't focusing on it. She felt scared that she was only a few thousand feet above the ground, but it was a way of ending her life. Not wanting herself to slip forward, she backed away from the clouds' edge. Initially, when she got here, she felt tempted to let herself fall off the cloud that she was sitting on. But she knows she'll just be a crybaby and open her wings at the last hundreds feet, as always. She hated being a crybaby and being called as that. But once she knew about the storm, it may be able to help her assist on what she is about to do.

She then glanced back at her city, Cloudsdale. She could've sworn that the city was more further away from her when she first got here. She can still hear the storm sirens from afar, but more fainter. Seeing the lights there calmed her. It tempted her to just leave to safety and get back home with her family, but she stayed, not after what she did, many times in her foalhood.

At night, the storm appeared to be dark being, as a reaper. Due to its slow pace, the teenaged filly pegasus broke the silence. She quietly begged for it to speed up, take her life and get it over with. A few moments, she sees lightning in the clouds, but faintly. Good, she thought, that the storm brought its own execution tools along.

The wind slowly began to pick up. At first, it was a calm breeze, but it gradually sped up and moved the cloud a bit that she was sitting on. Her heartbeat sped up when the cloud began to move. Her coat prevented her from shivering, as the air got more colder.

The storm eventually went right over the teenaged filly. Its dark clouds slowly blocked out any moonlight in the sky. This may be the last time she will ever get to see moonlight, she thought. It then began to slowly block the lights that were coming from Cloudsdale, as well as the town's lights from below. She can still see the city, but not as clear. Rain began to trickle on her coat. She gasped at the cold water as it penetrated her coat, reaching her skin. She knew that the storm isn't going to take her straight away. It's just going to go slow and make it painful, and she guessed that she deserved it.

She can now feel the rain coming down harder every minute. Her coat eventually became a wet mess, losing its ability to retain her heat. Her mane and tail were drooping straight down. Her body began shivering and she took shaky breaths, but yet, she remained. The teenaged filly can just simply flee, get out of the storm's path and not feel it's wrath. But she resisted and just stood there. She looked back and she can't see the lights of Cloudsdale anymore. Only foggy weather.

It was hard and irritating for the teenaged pegasus, as her wet mane kept covering her eyes and it sometimes went into her mouth. Some of the water went from the mane and into her mouth. She didn't care if it went into her mouth. At least it was better, other than salt.

The wind became more stronger. It blew away the cloud she sat on, pushing her away from the storm, but the teenaged filly flew right off the cloud and just stayed in one place, flying. She looked back at the cloud which floated to safety. She feels that she doesn't deserved to be exempted from wrath.

The lightning came closer, not too far away from the frightened filly. She can see the cracked light in the sky more clearly. She screamed for the storm to come and take her, for she has done a lot of naughty, dirty things. Also, for not being brave enough to stand up for herself. The teenaged filly herself is crying out a heavy rainfall. Her tears flowed like a river, down her cold, pale cheeks. Its thunder did scare the young filly, that it made herself urinate a lot out of her. She allowed her urine to go all over her hind legs and tail, and didn't care if she made herself more dirty then she thought she was. When she found herself peeing, she lowered her fore hoof and licked her urine in front of the storm. It felt so warm and electrifying for her to allow herself to do this wicked act. She just committed another naughty act right in front of the storm, telling it that it should definitely take her away.

She felt her wings slowly becoming cold as ice, but she frantically kept flying, staying in one place, refusing to move her position. It was just a room away, the lightning. She cried as hard as the heavy rain herself as she yelled and cursed at the storm. Nopony could hear her screams while the storm masks it.

When she can no longer feel her wings, she gradually begin to fall. She then huddle her fore hooves towards her stomach, trying to warm herself up as well as looking for comfort. She can no longer see light, except the lightning from the storm. She knew that she is very deep in the storm, and nopony can save her. Also, nopony is nearby. Even if they tried, they would risk themselves from being claimed by the storm. Though she regrets letting the storm come and claim her, it's all too late now. Her mind is now scattered and body is exhausted.

She continues to fall, waiting for the storm's lightning to execute her or have her body break from the fall. She wanted to scream, but loses the will. As she fell, she slowly closed her eyes, accepting her fate. She didn't deserve to live. They were right. She's weak and deserves to just disappear and her purpose is useless here. She deserves to be forgotten.