What do I do now?

I used to be a brony like you. When I started my sophomore year  last year I was a brony, I read all the fics, saw all the episodes, hell I even collected the damned merchandise. At the end of my sophomore year I realized that it was a waste of my time, and money. My name is William, I am 16 and this is my story.

I walked into school on the first day. The smell of... well you know, school. People talking, the noise of lockers shutting, coughs and sneezes, your typical sounds at school. As I walked into school I headed for my locker. It was locker 6M. Our lockers are numbered and given a hallway initial. Mine is locker 6 in the main hallway. I requested it last year as a reference to MLP. Now I urge to get my locker changed, but it was too much of a hassle to get this one. I open my locker and put my books in, as I was about to close my locker I realized something.

The Silence.

The entire school fell silent. I turned around and everyone was staring at me with a look that said "Why is HE here?" I instantly knew that today was going to suck. I started trudging through the halls to my first period class. I looked down at my schedule to see that my first class is video editing. Alright! Video editing, this is going to be awesome!

I was wrong. I walk into the room to see every person in the class (Minus the teacher) wearing a brony t-shirt. I see a mixture of the Mane 6, along with a few background ponies thrown in here and there. Which reminds me, I LOVE Scootaloo. Wait a sec, no I don't I don't even like the show anymore. What am I thinking?

The school day went by, and I am all alone. The bronies don't accept me, the normal people don't accept me. The teachers hate me because I had a reputation the past few years. Ugh, at least when I get home I can enjoy some video games.

When I arrived home I went upstairs to my room, and closed my door. I put my backpack in its usual corner. I kicked off my shoes and then I booted up my Mac. However I booted it into windows this time, I felt like doing some more hardcore gaming, but first I will check my email. Wow, 35 unread messages. Oh great they are all from bronies questioning why I left.

Screw the games, I am going to bed. I power down the Mac, plug in my cell phone, my iPod, and then I put my earbuds in my ear and listen to the sounds. The sounds that will lead me.

To sleep.