The Unexpected Saviour

A/N: This is the prologue for Jackson Tyler. If you want to understand me (and Jackson) a little better, read the Aspergers wiki page. FYI: This prologue is 90% the same as my real-live life

My name is Jackson Tyler. I am eighteen years old. I have been a brony since I was eight. I had to keep it closet because I thought people would laugh at me and I wasn’t a people person anyway. The only reason I wasn’t a people person was because I had a mild autism affectation, Aspergers syndrome.

For those that don’t know, aspergers also makes me want to have three specific  . . . Umm how can I explain it? Ummm, obsessive preferences, I guess, to specific object-type things. Some can be real, like video games(as real as a video game could get). Others can be all fiction, like My Little Pony. Some can even be actions, like reading. I used those examples because those are the three ones my aspergers had chosen for me.

Video games, My Little Pony, and Reading. I would die from starvation and thirst because I would play video games so much, if I had the choice. I also like My Little Pony and Reading, which go hand in hand with each other. This is all about me, my life, and my personality.

I went through elementary school with very few friends (like, not even five friends, total). I was the shyest, cutest little kid you might ever meet, ever, in your life. I didn’t need friends anyway. I had my personality and loneliness, mostly. It was an okay time for me because nobody picked on me.

In junior high, I was picked on and bullied almost every day for being weird (gee I wonder why!). I shrugged it off. It didn’t really bother me because I learned the most important life lesson then; apathy. If you have that weapon in your mental arsenal, you can win any battle someone else starts with you. They keep on trying but since you didn’t care, they drop it after a while.

But apathy was a hard earned weapon. It took all of seventh grade and most of eighth for me to learn it. My self esteem suffered heavily. I nearly committed suicide from the stress and I felt unwanted all through junior high.

That was until the hate of my life took an interest in me. I didn’t hate her before we met, but I screwed my mental well-being by dating her. I was naïve and asked stupid questions. I told her something and got a dumb nickname. I'm not telling you because I don’t want people to call me what the nickname is.

Anyway, we broke up and I was happier. I was happier because I treated her bad by calling her names. I don’t know why I called her names, but it eased the hurt of the nickname that was floating around.

After the nickname thing, my apathy really started to come into effect. I had few friends and my life was less than average. I was bullied by this girl. She never let up on her bullying. But since I was weird and naïve, I was doing two things; I was falling for her, and I didn’t know she was actually bullying me.  I blushed and stared in wonder and infatuation at her when she walked by. She treated me like crap, and I didn’t know any better.

Eventually, my final year of ninth grade came to a start. I was ‘that kid who was really shy and got angry easily’. I was ok, I had a few friends. I also met who was to become my most disliked girlfriend ever.

It was my last day before I moved. I met her and we talked for a bit. I was not very shy, oddly enough. Anyway she asked me out and I said yes, for a laugh. The next few days, my family and I moved to our new house. It was definitely a laugh

It wasn’t a 2000 mile move; it was really less than 30 miles away.

First year of high school, 9th grade. I started it a little late cuz I had just moved. My first year was uneventful, me being too shy to ask any of the girls I had seen out. I was almost as shy as when I was in elementary school. I met many new teachers but one stuck in my mind and I still like her now.

I won’t say names for confidentiality. She was the one who told me I had Aspergers syndrome. I fit into most of the guidelines perfectly.

My next school year, I met her again. The girl from before I had moved. I noticed her but didn’t say anything until about halfway through the school year. I then talked with her and we started dating soon after. Big mistake.

She was crazy, as loyal as a Rottweiler, and naïve to match. We broke up eight times, thankfully the eighth being the last time at the end of the school year. I got more confident with women thanks to her though. I dated around, gaining confidence little by little. When I hit summer after my tenth grade year, my life got uneventful again.

Eleventh grade passed by with few hitches. Then in the summer after my eleventh grade year, I was returning to my solitary, depressed ways again.

At the end of first semester of twelfth grade year, I had decided to go to a friend’s house to play games for the night. Good idea. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have gone to Equestria and met my new love, Rainbow. And that story continues on in The Unexpected Saviour.