When Your Best isn't Good Enough

For a year I went through a few foster homes, but the emotional baggage I brought wasn't helpful. I didn't talk unless spoken to, never smiled, things started out well but then things shift and I got treated more like a servant than a child of the family. I can't forget the bullying I got because of my size!

My appearance kinda did me in though. With my torn ears my scar over my left eye were my strong suits. I tried my best but even then I'd be treated like a second class citizen. Most of the time I'd wish my parents had beat me to death so I wouldn't have this pain of rejection.

Thee last family I lived with had a son..........a son they let run wild. For awhile he had a steady marefriend, but they ended up breaking up after she learned that he fucked her younger and may I say more attractive younger sister. He whipped around and flirting with me.......he was a creep to say the least.

He once drugged me and then while I was concious and well aware that he was raping me and I could do nothing. I sent word to Princess Twilight and she and Celestia bailed me out.

As I waited to get placed again the news papers caught wind that my younger brother had died in the correction facility in a gang rape turned gang fight between several criminal gangs. My older sister tried to escape her prison and died in a fight with the guards and was shot multiple times with arrows.......and closely resembled a pin cushion u had heard from a guard. Mother had died in a cave-in in mine shaft that she didn't support right and she died of suffocation and a pierced lung. My father had escaped successfully and was missing.

I was scared and discouraged.......I thought I was going to live and die without a family. Pinkie and I were sitting in her room talking and I had finally earned my cutie just last summer to bring up my life story up to date; apparently I have a talent and gift as a counselor.

This so happened that before I was a counselor, I was bunked with a mare in a similar situation I had been in, and after several long nights of conversations, I had given her the advice I wish I had, tell somepony! Now back to where I was, Pinkie's room. Mrs. Cake called up and told us that Pinkie had visitors; it was Pinkie's sisters. "Hisistersit'sbeenawhile!meetSunrise,we'reinprocessofnfindingherafamily."

"Slow it down Pinkie, not all of are like you!"

"Okay bossy. Limestone meet Sunrise. Sunrise meet Limestone Pie, my sister Maud and Marble Pie."

Long Story made shorter I ended up living with Pie family and they eventually adopted me. I worked hard and I actually ended up getting that elusive "A+" in Psychology and also in Philosophy and of all things Petrology. I finally felt safe and I had a family again. Happiness didn't last though my father shows up again.