a helping hand

Pinkie Pie switched on the light as I came in to her living room. My new friends were standing there. Pinkie threw herself on to me, giving me a hug.

She let go of me, scoffing a piece of pizza. I sat down, next to Rarity. She smiled at me, handing me my leather jacket. “Thanks.” I said.

She took a slice, and passed it to me, before taking one herself.

At last, I felt included.

At last, I had friends.

At last, I was happy.