A Life With Ponies

A Life With Ponies

Chapter 1 REMAKE: Boring Day

So... How to stat this. My name is Jeramy, and please, don't say I misspelled that. J-E-R-A-M-Y, Jeramy. I live in the state of Kansas, and, well, one day, I found ponies. In my Backyard. I'm not sure how to start this... So... I'll tell you about the day when I found them.

It started off like a normal day for me. I woke up, got dressed and rode the bus to school. I'm a Junior in High School, where there are bullies aplenty and drugs running wild. The school colors are black and grey, and the halls are painted those colors, so they are INSANELY depressing. The classrooms are about as cheap as you can get, with the paint chipping off, the Teachers don't care what we do and the desks could break at any minute.

My life at school is a living hell. I'm the typical nerd there. I wear glasses, I have pimples, freckles, I'm not "Hot" or "Cute", I'm me, and I'm proud of that. But, the Seniors, and even the people in my grade, constantly steal my stuff, pull my hair, and.. Yeah, I think you get the point. One day I fell asleep during a lecture, and I haven't been able to live it down. I would be constantly picked on, and one time, five people stole my lunch, and I nearly starved.

I'm kinda skinny. Not like a twig, but I'm somewhere around there. I have short brown hair, brown eyes, and pale skin. I have pimples nearly everywhere on my face, accompanied by freckles. I tend to stick to myself a lot. I prefer to think and draw, rather than talk and talk, like so many other kids do. I'm a Sonic the Hedgehog fanatic, making various drawings and Fan-Fictions about him, though the drawings are bad (Stick figures), my Fan-Fictions are mixed, judging by the reviews.

My family... Boy, where do I start? I have three bothers, four sisters, a Dad, a Step-Mom, a mom and a Step-Dad, my grandma lives with us, and we have three dogs and five cats. My brothers are nice enough, but they can get mad. This goes double for Dustyn, and yes, his name is spelled that way, who can beat me down in twenty seconds flat. Zack, though a little weaker, is still very strong. Tristen... Is a joke. He's the only one I can really take down, but he insists that he;s stronger. Sure, he can land more blows, but when I'm the one with the strength, that don't mean nothing.

Anyway, the bus ride to school was... Interesting.

I take my seat at the back of the bus, the remains of sleep slowly leaving my eyes. I look around at the teenagers on the vehicle with me. Nearly all of them paying no attention to me, others trying to hit me with paper airplanes. That is, they do so until my friend, Christian, appears,  and sits next to me. He plays football, and is really good at it, so he's respected around school, so nobody messes with me when he's around.

"So, any new comics lately?" He asks. I pull my composition book out of my backpack, and flip to the beginning of my new comic. He takes the book from my hands, and looks at the panel. "Sonic the Hedgehog: End of the Earth? Well, that's original." He teases.

"Shut up. I was tired when I made that one."

"Whatever. Still a lame title."

We sit in silence for most of the ride to school, until he, for some reason, decides to ask me about My Little Pony.

"Did you see the new episode of My Little Pony on Saturday? Twilight Sparkle became a princess!" He says. I may not be a Brony anymore, but I know that he's talking about the season 3 finale.

"Dude... I'm not a-"

"Yeah, yeah, not a Brony anymore, I get it."

"Then why do you keep asking?"

"Because, deep down, I know you still like the show."

"I never said I didn't like the show. I said I'm not a Brony. I got tired of the fandom."

"Yeah, whatever."

The rest of the trip is spent in silence as the school bus reaches it's destination.

"Okay, class, tell me, what is the formula for the Pythagorean theorem?" Mrs. Warden asks the class. She looks around, but nobody's hand goes up. She has a disappointed look on her face, but then my hand shoots up.

"Yes, JD?"

"Uh... The formula is... A Squared + B Squared = C Squared?"

"Nerd!" Says one of my classmates, throwing a wad of paper at me.

"Nick! Office! Now!" Barks Mrs. Warden, as Nick gets up, and walks out the door, hitting me on the head on his way out.

"Now, JD, do you mind repeating what you just said?"

I groan, and clear my throat. "A Squared + B Squared = C Squared."

"Good! Now, class, what would be the answer to this, if A = 34, and B = 23?"

School is finally over, and I quickly rush out of my Seminar class and get to my locker, grabbing my stuff and rushing out the door. The outside is cold, as it's Winter, and there's snow aplenty. The trees are dead, but the snow sticks onto the branches for dear life, or that's what my head believes. I clutch my coat and try to bring it closer to my body, but it's as tight as can be.

The wind blows through my body, making me shiver even more. "Ugh... I've gotta get home..." I groan, beginning the walk. I pick up a bunch of snow and curl it into a ball, smiling. It's my fist actual snowball. Most of the time, I just stay inside while my siblings go and play outside. When I do go outside, I mostly just stick to myself. This was my first actual snowball.

I decide to keep it until I get home.