“Sky, can you look at me?” my teacher, Miss Horse Apple asked, coming over to my desk.

I don’t understand her question, why would she ask me to look at her?

“Oh, come on, Sky, you want the cookie don’t you?” Miss Horse Apple asked me.

“No, I don’t want the cookie. Why would I want a cookie for looking at you?” I think to myself as I sit there.

Miss Horse Apple lets out a loud sigh as she goes back to her desk. I looked at the sign above the door, “ABA Therapy.” I don't know what it means.

Even though I’m 16 now, I still act like I’m a child. I can’t control that but my teacher doesn’t seem to understand that.

“Sky, can you say cookie?” Miss Horse Apple asked, in one of her child-like voices.

Those words send a cold shove down my spine, I don’t like it when she does that. I think deep into my seat, thinking that she can’t see me if I do that, but boy am I wrong.

“Sky, oh Sky, where are you?” Miss Horse Apple asked looking under my desk.

I hid under my desk, hoping she wouldn’t find me. It seemed quiet under here, I liked the quiet, I didn’t like my teacher very much, she was too chipper.

Miss Horse Apple’s voice sounded very close as she walked past my desk.

“Come on, Sky, you know this isn’t how we learn, we should practice some more,” She said, coming even closer to my desk. “You need to learn to talk properly, no more echoing.”

I didn’t want to learn to talk properly, I didn’t like to talk, talking with one of those things I was never good at.

I briefly picked my head out from under the desk, to see that Miss Horse Apple had returned to her desk.

I stayed under the desk until school was over and I heard the school bell ringing.

I came out from under the desk and stood up to say goodbye to my teacher.

“Sky, goodbye, I’ll see you tomorrow, oh and don’t forget here is a piece of paper you need to give your mommy,” Miss Horse Apple said, laughing.

As I rounded the corner I saw Mommy standing there waiting for me with a big grin on her face. As I ran up to pull out the piece of paper that my teacher had given me.

But Mommy put it back in my saddlebag, telling me that we need to get home.

Heading home through the bustling streets of Van Hoover, I clung to Mommy like glue, I didn’t like all the noise.

Entering our home, I was greeted by my Dad who had come home from work while I was at school since he worked at the weather factory here in Van Hoover and Mom was a Wonderbolt.

“Hey kiddo, how was school today?” My Dad asked me.

“School today?” I quietly repeated, rocking on the spot where I stood.

“Well, that’s good,” my Dad answered, knowing what I was wanting to say.

“Soarin, I need to talk to you, it’s important,” I heard Mom say to dad.

Dad’s eyes shifted from me to Mom and back again. I wasn’t sure what he was thinking about, but it must’ve not been what he was thinking about.

“What is it?” he finally asked after a long period of awkward silence.

“I got this from Sky’s teacher,” Mom said, holding out the piece of paper to Dad.

Dad took the piece of paper and read over it, his face twisted up, was it anger or confusion? I couldn’t quite put my hoof on it.

“A school dance?” Dad finally asked after a while.

Mom nodded. “Yeah, I think we should let Sky go, it’ll be good for him.”

“I don’t know, you’ve seen the way he gets around crowds, what if he has a meltdown, what if he hurts somepony?” Dad asked.

“Why are you so worried, I should be the one worried, my son is growing up,” Mom said to Dad.

I didn’t understand what they were talking about, but I could hear what they were saying. I just didn’t understand the words to me, the words they were saying were gibberish.

“Sky, do you want to go to the school dance?” Mom asked me.

I tilted my head, trying to make sense of what she had just asked me.

“No, no dance,” I said, quietly, but still audible enough that mom could hear it.

“You see, he doesn’t want to go, no need to worry,” my dad reassured my mom, putting a hoof around her.

I watched them embrace for a while, and then I went upstairs to my room, I opened the door to my room and I took a moment to look at the Wonderbolt posters that were plastered on my wall. One day I wanted to be just like them, like mom flying around and performing tricks.

But that would never come for me, I knew that much, I understood that I was different, but never fully grasped why.

I went over to my dresser opened a drawer and pulled out a photo of my extended family who are still living in Ponyville. I glanced at the photo for a while before deciding to put it back where it belongs.

I think if you want to ask me who I missed the most out of my family, I would have to answer. It was my cousin, Melody, she is the daughter of Auntie Applejack and Uncle Stevie Wonder.

Come to think of it, the last time I ever heard from Uncle Stevie was seven years ago. Hope he’s doing all right.

Oh and then there is Auntie Twilight who is now the ruler of this land. I don’t understand what all the fuss is about but I understand she’s pretty famous now.

I hear hoof steps approaching my door, I know it’s my mother, so I quickly go and open the door for her.

She comes in and sits down on my bed, padding the space beside her.

We sit in silence for a while then she starts speaking. I can’t understand a word she says because she’s speaking too fast.

“Why don’t you want to go to the school dance?” She asked.

“School dance,” I repeat, trying to make sense of her words. ”It's too loud, not ok,”

My mother puts a hoof around my shoulder, I don’t shy away from her touch like I usually do when ponies try to touch me.

“I know it is gonna be scary, but it’s ok to be scared,” my mother reassured me.

I can’t fully grasp what she has just said to me, so I just yawn and fall back onto my bed, mom looks down at me with a loving look, kisses me on the forehead, and leaves the room, turning out the light as she goes.

Author's Note

I’ve decided to write this from Sky Dancer’s point of view, to give readers a glimpse into his mind.

There isn’t much description, it’s mostly portrayed through dialogue.