A Filly's Distress

I sigh as I pick up my Blue backpack and attempt to put it on my back without crushing my wings, but I fail. Unfortunately, but expectedly. I'm stuck holding it on my shoulder blade, balancing it as best as I can so it doesn't fall off. My mom calls me over with a whistle and I follow the noise, internally groaning as I am about the begin the worst day of my boring life. She's drinking wine on the kitchen table, hunched over. She waves her hoof and makes a small grunt I can only assume means 'Loser, go walk to school yourself because i'm a bad mom who doesn't care about you'. I oblige and she opens the door for me since i'm in 4th grade and far too small to reach it.

I leave the house and look around the street. I see ponies of all different colors, shapes and sizes. I never really got out much as a kid because of my mom neglecting me, and this was a big surprise.

"Woah..." I whisper, the word slipping out of my mouth accidentally. I was so confused. Everypony here looks so... nice...?

I see a stand that's selling apples and I walk up to it. There was a big line, but from what I could see there was an orange pony with long, blonde hair tied at the bottom selling apples. The pony has a country accent, and that was pretty silly to me, considering i've never seen a country pony before.

As I walk around, I see so many trees, flowers and ponies around me. I feel something in my chest getting bigger, almost overwhelming.

This was so different. Canterlot was full of snobby know-it-alls from my experience of the little times i've ever went out to do something besides going to school or... Moonshine's house. Man, I miss her. And I miss Canterlot. I get a growing feeling i might like it here, but it's overshadowed by guilt. Guilt for breaking off Pear's horn, but not because I feel bad for breaking her horn. In fact, she was a brat. She deserved it. I feel guilty because i'm my own reason for having to move.

I caused this by snapping Pear's horn off, but it was also slightly my mom's fault for wasting the money.

As my train of thought races, i'm snapped out of it by seeing a sign in-front of me reading "Angel Fillies Elementary School".

I enter. I take a look at the paper my mom gave me yesterday and look for class 402. As I see it, I walk in and everyone in the class look at me in surprise. I take a deep breath and attempt to manage my uprising anxiety. I've never been infront of so many ponies.

I look up at the teacher. She has a magenta coat with a pink mane. In the middle of her mane she has a lighter shade of pink. Her mane looks fluffy and soft, and she looks nice. I want to touch her mane.

"Oh, hello! Class, this is our newest student! Do you want to introduce yourself?" She looks at me and smiles sweetly, and I feel something i've never felt with my mom, which was quite frankly surprising, considering I thought I would never feel something like that. I trot over to the front of the classroom, and take a deep breath, before beginning.

I get nervous and almost tense up before I can say it, but I manage.

"H-Hello. I am Loonie Stars and I also go by the horn-breaker. Questions?" At the beginning I sounded like a complete dunce, but eventually I felt like I sounded more confident with my words.

A pink earth pony raises her hand, and I nod and let her ask away. I pray she isn't a bully, but unfortunately, not all wishes come true.

"What's a horn-breaker? Is it another word for a pony without a cutie mark?" She spat. A grey pony with purple eyes giggles, and I assume they ruled the class.

"I'm the horn-breaker for a reason, but if theres anypony who doesn't understand that they are absolutely worthless and tries to act like they own everything and everypony, i'll be glad to become the leg-breaker." I snap back. This is exactly what I wanted to say to Pear Shake, that cunt.

"And you, four-eyes. If you want to lose all your eyes, then continue being ru-" I was stopped by the teacher telling me off.

"Loonie Stars! I do not tolerate bullies in my classroom, but it's your first day so i'll let you off with a warning. Sit down next to Sweetie Belle."

The class goes quiet, and I can hear a gasp coming from the pink pony.

I shrug and look for the empty seat. I see a white unicorn with an empty seat next to her assume that's Sweetie Belle.
I set my backpack on my chair and put my head in my hoof and zone out.

After a while, I hear whispering next to me and I look over, giving my best 'death glare'. I learned it from my mom, after-all. Mom was always giving me the cold shoulder when she didn't want to have to take care of me and be responsible for not using a condom one night, and that's stupid. But I guess i'm obligated to say I learned it from her, and it's true.

The whispering stops and I fall asleep. A few hours later, I wake up and hear a bell ring.

"Loonie, can you stay for recess?" I hear the teacher say. I rub my eyes with my hooves and walk towards her desk, pulling my seat along. I sit down, and she starts talking. I zone out because it was boring. Veeeery boring. Suddenly I hear someone calling my name. I snap out of it and- it's my teacher.

"Loonie? Did you hear what I just said?" The teacher asks, waving her hoof in front of my face in an attempt to catch my attention.

I shake my head and she facehoofs.

"I'm Cheerilee, your new teacher. Your mother told me you had anxiety and an unusual aggressiveness. I know what happened at your other school. It might be hard in a new school but please, be nice? Some fillies don't know what they're doing and don't understand the consequences." She says. Every time i'm about to zone out, she stops and catches my attention again.

I groan internally and try to resist saying what i'm about to say, but, unfortunately, some wishes don't come true, do they?

"Bullshit." I mutter quietly, just enough so Cheerilee can't hear.

"Hm? I'm sorry sweetie, can you repeat that?" Cheerilee asked, nearly stammering.

"I'm sorry Ms. Cheerile but..."-I pause for a moment and Cheerilee tilts her head to the said in a questioning manner.-"But that's complete bullshit." I complained, earning a gasp from Cheerilee.-"These fillies know exactly what they do, and that makes me sick. They pick on other fillies because they want power, and school never does anything. It's just what I said, bullshit."

The bell rings and I return my chair to my seat and almost sit down, but Cheerile just has to interrupt me.
"I will tell your mother about your language if you ever speak like that again. My classroom does not tolerate dirty words." She asserted sternly. It was different from the usual sweet and happy Cheerilee, even if I've only known her for around an hour.

I doze off as soon as the lesson begins, and i'm soon awoken by the bell ringing loudly in my ears. I pick up my backpack and leave, listening to nothing but the sound of my hooves clicking against the smooth wooden floors. It was different from the creaky wooden floorboards I had in my old school.

As I left, I started comparing things in my head.
For example, trees. In place of trees, they have buildings and factories in Canterlot instead. Instead of soft dirt roads, they have hard gravel floors.

As I think about it more, the more my frog hurts. I rush home, but I almost pass by something I wanted to see. The apple stand. The stand is being packed up by the same pony and there are no more ponies in the area. I run over to her.

"Hey, miss, what's your name? I'm new in town. My names Loonie Stars." I queried, praying to Celestia I don't sound pushy to the mysterious pony.

"Ah'm Apple Jack. Nice to meet ya, Loonie Stars. Ah'm sure ya will enjoy it here down in Ponyville." She said, her country accent being much more noticeable now that i'm up close and personal.

I give her a quick smile before walking away and heading in the direction of my house. I'm feeling good but my stomach growls. I pass by a fallen apple on the ground and bend down to inspect it. It seems good so I pick it up and eat it. It's crispy and juicy and sweet, and honestly much better than the apples back in Canterlot.

When I finally reach home, i'm done with the apple and throw the core in the nearest public trash can. I enter my house and quickly head to my room, being careful not to wake up my mom since my mom gets really angry when I wake up her up late if it's not a serious emergency.

I set my backpack down and hop on my bed. Today felt nice. I think i'm gonna like it here.

Not bothering to take a shower and brush my hair, I doze off immediately, happy I can finally rest peacefully on a soft bed.