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Chapter the One.

"Im sorry Trey. but.. im going to have to let you go." These fateful words emanated from the chapped lips of -my now former- boss and friend David.

"But!" I argued, vainly trying to save my job. "I haven't done anything wrong!" A truer statement had not been said since the infamous "Ouch!" from Sir Issac Newton. My job consisted of maintenance in the hotel three blocks from my apartment. A pretty cushy job if i do say so. "Why am i being fired?"

"Honestly its just that we found someone with more experience and is willing to work for less." David shrugged his shoulders. "Look man im really sorry about this, but we have a budget and cutting a little pay here and there is gonna make it easier on the company. You understand right?" His green eyes showed deep levels of compassion, but at that moment not a cell in my body cared.

"Ya. I get it." i deadpanned, blue eyes boring a hole in the floor between my shoes. Realizing that nothing i can say will keep my job i swiftly turned about face and walked straight out the front door, not before taking the plate full of cookies for the guests. Don't judge, if they are firing me for another guy to work for a couple bucks cheaper then im takin there damn cookies.

With soft cookie flesh being crushed by my teeth i drove the silent drive home, when suddenly a pitter patter like so many tiny bullets began to ping my windshield. "Of course it would start to hail just as i wanted to relax." Pulling the truck to the side of the road to avoid causing further damage, i picked up the last of the Chocolate Chip Cookies and slowly scrutinized it. "Why does the world betray me Cookie... you would never betray me, and i would never-" CRUNCH "-betray you......" with that i finished off the cookie and leaned my chair back. "Looks like this storm is gonna last a while, might as well take a na-"BZZZ BZZZ BZZZ "Why am i always getting interrupted?"

Pulling my phone from its usual place in my pocket, i flipped it open and saw a text from my girlfriend of 10 months. "Hmm wonder what this is about."

"Hey trey...listen i don't think we should see each other anymore, you never seem to have enough time for me. I think its best for us both if we just don't see each other anymore. Im so sorry"

My mind blanked. Before i could process what i had read the phone buzzed again.

"Trey, this is John." my land lord and constant enemy over little tidbit rules such as -no lights on after 4am it bothers the neighbors dog- " I hate to inform you of this but due to your recent rule breaking and the fact that others have been offering more for the room than you pay. im going to have to evict you. You have 3 days to pack."

I calmly closed the phone and sat my chair up. Ignoring the damage to my truck i drove straight to my apartment, the hailstones pinging my hood as if god himself wanted me dead.

The Highway turned to normal pavement then to dirt as the truck cascaded over the rocks and dust. I brought the behemoth to a stop just under the protective canopy of my....canopy...shut up.

I had mostly calmed my nerves with the drive, but seeing a combination of dents in my hood and eviction notice on my door struck a chord of anger so fierce it made the very sun itself look as a match to a bonfire.

Turning about i hurled the only object within reach -my crappy 2 dollar phone- as hard as i could into the wilderness near my apartment. "For FUCKS sake! what else can go wrong?!"

I spoke too soon for as quickly as the words left my mouth, each and every panel on my beautiful truck fell to the dirt. -Presumably residual damage from the hailstones-

"I....I dont even...fuck this." and without another word i stormed into the home and turned on the computer, determined to make the last few days of internet count.

"The hell is all these Bronies doing on youtube? Don't they know the internet is a place for manly men like me?"

"Are you sure he is the One, Alpha?" The Man in White spoke.

"Of course i am sure." The Man in Black retorted "When have i ever been wrong?" he said with a smug look.

"Vegas." The first simply stated, matching his smug look.

"......Shut up"

A/N

sooooooo what do you guys think? this is my first real fanfic that i plan to follow through on :D contructive critisizm (<--- fuck that word and fuck my illiterateness...fuck that word too) is encouraged!