Trixie's Uprising

My name is Trixie. This is my story.

Everypony, fillies and colts laugh at me because I’m still a blank-flank, and my horn is still growing. Dr. Scale says I have a rare horn condition that can damage my horn if I use magic. As an urban myth, once a pony’s horn is destroyed, they die from traumatic injuries from inside your head, but most myths are wrong, at lest I hope so...

Still I may be not able to use my magic at all and all the fillies with magic do stuff to me. Once a filly used a levitation spell to make me throw an apple at our teacher, Goldenanpple. Long story short I was placed in intensive care.

I may need it though. I’m not a bad pony but when I think of doing something, I HAVE to do it. I seriously didn’t think fire is that fun, so I found the coal in the heater room (the heater adventure was another example) and put it in the Shcool Cafeteria oven. I don’t even want to say what happened.

As you can tell, I don’t fit in well. Everypony has parents to talk about or that still take care of them. Me? No. I was found in a box on the corner of Foggy-Bottom Bog road and a dirt road to Ponyville. It saddens me to see Everypony has some pony to take care of them, but no pony cared to keep me or take me, that is untill I independantly aged a bit.

I was just a tiny filly, but I remember that some pony requested animal pony containment unit on my little box. Before long I remember a white chariot made in a box like shape. The chariot pulled next to my little box, but so did some mud that splashed on my coat. My blue-purplish coat turned a grimy dark gray and brown. I saw a stallion come out but, then everything went black!

I woke up in a metal box that had only one way but blocked with bars! I needed to escape! I rammed into the bars with all my might putting every ounce of strength into my hooves, and something cracked! But it wasn’t the bars…

Suddenly, my display of courage ended with a loud scream and muddy, wet, sobbing little pony. I felt pathetic! I flopped down by my hind hooves caving inward. I slivered into my own little dirty ball and pleaded for my hooves to stop aching.

I turned to look at my hoof in the corner of my eye, and it looked odd and miss placed.  I turned to look at it completely and my cannon was bent in half! Something brownish white stuck way out of my leg! Then soon some red sticky liquid soaked up my wound! I had no clue what was happening, I didn’t even know that white thing or red stuff was in me, much less know what it is. I felt like a total freak!

“Trixie, PSSSSSSTTTTTTT!!!! TRIXIE! ” What? I snapped out of my old life to my boring self again. I saw a girl that I know her face, but not her name. She was a popular pony with great friends and a bit as a cutie mark. Her mane was blue and she had a gorgeous coat of silver. From the coat and mane I could tell she was not from Canterlot, but a far state. “Meet me behind the magic slide at recess!” she whispered. I had a gutsy feeling, but ignored it. This maybe the only time I may make a friend. EVER. I glanced back over to the window, then at the clock.

Three minutes felt like an eternity! I sat and waited in my class forever! When the horn was sounded, I sprang from my seat, over the pony’s heads and out to the hallway. I poured out into the hallway, and galloped quickly to the back door leading to the playground. I was just 10 hooves away from the door now. Suddenly, I couldn’t control myself, I fell over face first on the hallway floor.

I felt like a hundred pounds fell on my inward hooves. My heart raced and my brain trying to register what happened. I heard snickering, and then it hit me. I was in the up most attention and it was so embarrassing. Some ponies must have tripped me. Oh no! Not now, not when I was waiting to meet my friend!

OH MY GOD! What if she saw me like this, or the colt of my dreams(Fat chance he'd know me?!? I clumsily opened my eye lids and peered off in from of me.

Sure enough there was THAT pony. The one in my nightmares. Light colored purple coat, blue mane, and the horrifying cutie mark of a dress. (T)he (f)ashion (p)olice.

“Ha ha, girls look what we have here he he!” She spoke. Mira is her name, the ring leader. I readied my legs and pushed up to get up, but one behind me shoved her hooves into my hip and I fell backwards. Now about to cry through how embarrassing and how weak and useless I felt.

The one who pushed me spoke up “looks like Trixie, the blank flank! Ha ha, what should we do to her?” I weakly yelped “nothing! Leave me alone!!!” Mira spoke in a mocking manner “Ohhh I see the twerp wants us to leave her alone eh? Girls, two bits say you can’t scribble a mustache on her face.”

I squirmed but the other two ponies held my hooves. I was a like a fruit wanting to be picked but the stem won’t budge. I saw an evil grin on the pony with the marker. She had a curly mane with glitter all in it and a fancy set of shoes. Her evil grin made it look like a big scary clown is actually funny.

I felt the cool wet sharp feel of the marker brushing my face. A rat was being made on my face, and I just sat there like a big idiot! Everypony was laughing and taunting me! It was so humiliating!

“Ok girls I owe you two bits each, and for her, well… we have something else planed for her soon he he! Tah, tah Trixie, hope you love your new facial feature!” Mira snorted, and then she and her posse galloped away. I felt immediate pressure release on my hooves, but just sat there catching up on my breathing.

I heard a faint roar in the audience that grew louder. “Trixie, Trixie, Lunamoon! You’re such a freaky little loon. Trixie, Trixie, Lunamoon! You’re such a freaky little loon.” I heard these taunts and I wanted to cry, but instead I bottled it up and galloped hard out the door to the magic slide where my only friend was awaiting.

I sped up and jumped over the log dividing the park and the outside world. I then braked and slid behind the slide. “Hello Trixie” Sounded a voice familiar.

I stood there behind the slide while a figure immerse out of the shadows further under the building of the playground. I called out “Hello? Are you here?”

“HAHA HA, why yes Trixie it’s nice to meet you!” The pony staggered out of the darkness and was indeed confirmed the pony in my classroom.

“I’m so glad you decided to be my friend!” I spoke with glistening eyes and hope.

“Me, you’re friend? Ha you’re joking, please... Oh I see you met up with my friend Mira, and why would I be friends with your creepy face? Hold her down girls!”