The Story Of White Vinyl

I grew up in a small town called Ponyville which lay right under the royal city of Canterlot. For quite a while I never knew what was so special about Ponyville. At that time I hardly knew much of anything about the place that I lived. The only things I knew about the town is where I lived, where the school that I go to is, where the library is and where the bakery called Sugar Cube Corner is. Sugar Cube Corner is always packed with ponies of all ages sitting with friends and enjoying the various sweets and drinks that were for sale there. That was all that I knew.
The library in town was run by a very intelligent purple unicorn named Twilight Sparkle. She was never alone though. She had her assistant Spike, a baby dragon; help her out a lot in the library when she was busy with other things. She also had an owl, with a name that I could never pronounce correctly; carry letters that she would send out almost daily. Spike said that those letters go to Princess Celestia in Canterlot. I never knew what those letters truly contained. All I was told is that they were results of some kind. What were the results for? What was the experiment? I constantly had questions running around in my head that I was sure I would never get the full answer to.

The school that I went to was fairly small. It had only one class of less than twenty students and only one staff member. Miss Cheerilee was our only teacher. She taught us what she said to be everything that we would need to know for the next seven or so years. And that after we left we would go to some high school in the next town. The high school in the next town would then teach us everything we would need for the rest of our lives. But we weren’t to worry about that yet. We first had to pass the primary grade.

I was a fairly small colt for my age. I was a white unicorn with a white and blue mane and tail and I had deep maroon eyes. I also had light green tribal swirls on my neck, legs and forehead. I didn’t have my cutie mark but I had a feeling that it would be related to music somehow. I loved listening to music, no matter what kind it was. I could feel a connection between me and the music. I always kept my mane and tail short so it would be easier to maintain in the mornings when I was getting ready for school. I was quiet and calm for the most part with occasional bursts of high energy which were never explained to me. I just thought it was natural. I didn’t know what it was like to have friends. My father has forbidden me to have them. I never figured out why he didn’t want me to have friends. And he never told my mother the reason. But nevertheless, my mother encouraged me to meet new ponies and make some friends. But the fear of my father’s actions kept me from making friends for a while.

The parents I had were an odd set for a unicorn colt. My mother was a pegasus pony named Lightning Dancer. She was a light grey pony with a lightning yellow mane and tail with sky blue eyes. Her cutie mark was a storm cloud with rain and lightning under it. She was usually cheerful and hummed or sang while she did various tasks around the house. You could say that she was carefree, but deep down inside something was bothering her and I could see it. My father was an earth pony named Rocky Hooves. He was a fairly big and muscular pony. He had a deep stone coloring and a rust red mane and tail with slight deeper ocean blue eyes. He was one of the most serious ponies in Ponyville. He was a site forepony at the construction sites on the west side of town. He would often bring home copies of the blueprints for what he was building. He would always tell us how his day went at work while we were sitting at the table eating dinner. I never really did care about how his day went. I kind of only cared that he came home in one piece and that we didn’t get a notice from his site that he had been taken to the hospital.
I was always nervous around my parents though. I was never sure how they would be acting that day. My mother was easier to predict then my father. My mother’s mood swings and changes would be gradual and was easier to handle. My father’s on the other hoof, his mood would change very rapidly and was often violent. I kept my distance when talking with my father. Whenever I did something that my father didn’t like, no matter how small the action was, he would become enraged and either gets the broomstick out of the hall closet or get the cat-o’-nine-tails out of the cupboard in the kitchen. After he had his weapon of choice he would grab me hit me repeatedly with it until I was either bleeding or until my mother had stopped him. I could never feel much pain. And no matter how hard he hit me I couldn’t feel the entire blow. I only felt any pain after he stopped hitting me. Afterword’s, my mother would take me to the hospital to get patched up. Living with my father was hard and every day beheld a new challenge.
I only had one friend at the time I started school. She was the only unicorn asides from me in the school I went to. Her name was Angel Night. She was also a white unicorn with a bluish-silver mane and tail with dark amber eyes. Angel had her cutie mark. It was a waxing crescent moon surrounded by an angel’s halo. She was very quiet and shy. She was also very nervous around other ponies. Every other pony in the class was either a pegasus or earth pony. So the two of us were teased and made fun of constantly. Who would’ve guessed that such young ponies could be so mean or know such harsh words. We were harassed everywhere we went, even when class wasn’t in session. Angel and I were the two best students in the class. So naturally we got teased about that too. Being the only unicorns in the class sure didn’t help matters. We were teased on just about every subject you could imagine. From being horn-heads to know-it-all’s, whatever they could use against us was what they did. The fact that they did it didn’t bother me at all. I was somehow immune to bullying. It only bothered me because the bullying was hurting Angel’s feelings. And every time it affected her it affected me as well. It enraged me to see that the adult ponies didn’t care how the other fillies and colts acted towards us. I wanted to protect Angel from them and I did my best. But it seemed like it wasn’t enough. She would cower behind me every time the bully’s came around, trying not to be seen. But they knew if I was there, she was too. They would shout out mean things in attempts to make her feel bad and after a while of that she would run away from them. I would always follow her to wherever she stopped just so I could make her feel better so she would be happy again.
With Angel being my only friend, we did everything together. We would down to the park and walk through the gardens and enjoy the scenery, or we would go down to Sugar Cube Corner and enjoy some cupcakes. We would often go down to the library for some quiet time to study for class or to just get away from the chaos of the town. Whatever we did together was more meaningful then just doing it by myself. When we were together we would talk about anything and everything from the schoolwork to what happened at home. We didn’t hide anything from each other. We didn’t have secrets. I kept a journal, or diary as some ponies called it. I would write down everything that happened that day. I would even write down the small details. And if I had a bad day, I would flip to one of the earlier entries to read a cheerful entry to make myself feel better. Angel and I would share journal entries the next day and compare our previous day’s mood and actions. I could read her emotions though. I could read anyponies thoughts and emotions. So I could tell when she had a bad time at home. She would try and cover it with a fake smile or something like that. Little did she know that she couldn’t hide her thoughts from me. But I never used my ability to take advantage of anypony. I didn’t want to hurt anypony so I was quick about it as well. I took what I needed and analyzed it in my own mind.
I didn’t know much magic at first. I could do simple levitation and appearance spells. I went to the library often to read about new spells and with the help of Twilight Sparkle I was quick to learn them. Soon after a while I became really good at levitation, teleportation and even a shield spell. Twilight told me that the shield spell was able to protect me and a small area from whatever my attackers could dish out and that after awhile I could control the size of the shield. Twilight also taught me a few basic attack spells that I was to use in defense of myself. I hardly used my magic outside of my lessons with Twilight mostly because my father hated magic. But I used my magic to practice when I was in my room so I could become better at it. I thought that maybe my magic could help me earn my cutie mark.