Timefire's Life

The cold August sun peeks through the small window and into the home striking the young colt in the face. He groans and rolls over trying to stay asleep for a little bit longer. His small clock reads 8:50 and school starts at 9. He does not care all the other colts and fillies make fun of him anyway he is better off at home. They make fun of his blank flank, his mane, his coat color, and even his eyes. He lets a small whimper out as his mother comes in yelling for him to get his flank up and out the door before she throws it there. He shrinks away from the shrill yelling of his mother and slinks out of bed getting a small comb and putting his mane in order. All of the other colts and fillies may pick on him, but he was tidy at least.

         He quickly leaves soon after with a small bag for lunch, a sandwich and some juice, and runs to the school as fast as he can shivering in the cool air as it makes his eyes water. He arrives breathing heavily shaking from the long run and collapses in his desk. Cheeriliee sees him and smiles. She was one of the only ponies who looked out for him and he trusted her, but not fully. “Ok class quiet down please.” She says getting all of their attention. She nods with a smile to a pony in the back of the room. “Ok class I’d like you to meet Timothy he is from Manehattan.” She says. Timothy trots to the front of the classroom a huge smile his face. “Timothy is going to be my assistant teacher.” She says, “He will be our activities coordinator”

         Timothy smiles as Cheeriliee raise her hoof for him to speak. “Hi everypony,” He says chuckling “I’m happy to be here so if you want my help I’m here, just ask.” He sits down at a small desk in the front facing the class. He nods to Cheeriliee once he finishes speaking.

         “Good so anyway Class pull out your textbooks...” She begins to go into that day’s lecture. It all passes slowly for Timefire he lays his head down on his desk sighing and watching the clock. A balled up paper hits him rolling off his head and onto his desk. Neither Cheeriliee nor Timothy noticed it so he picks it up. He unfolds the paper quietly seeing on it a crude drawing of him beaten up by the class bully. He shivers seeing one of the biggest colts in class staring him down. He gulps waiting for the bell to ring so he could leave.

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         He leaves a small dust cloud as he bolts out of the door running as fast as he can. As he turns the corner, he runs right into the bully and gasps falling on his rear. He scoots away from him and up against the wall cowering holding a hoof up to protect himself. Timothy steps out of the room with his saddlebags in his mouth as he tries to close them and he sees the scene. He drops his stuff, all his books fly everywhere, and dashes over standing in front of Timefire “What the hell are you doing?” He asks the bully almost yelling it. Timothy easily towers over the bully and his glare holds no mercy.

         “N-Nothing j-just some fun.” The bully lies backing away. Timothy snorts and points at the front doors signaling for him to get out. The bully takes the hint and dashes out quickly.

         Timothy turns around looking down at the smaller colt. “You ok?” he asks. Timefire nods quickly getting up and regaining his balance he picks up his stuff. “Hey how bout I walk ya home?” Timothy asks walking back, grabs his stuff, and puts his bags on his back. “I don’t want ya getting hurt.” He puts his hoof on Timefire’s shoulder as he walks up beside him.

         “T-Thank you Mr. Timothy,” Timefire says looking away his ears flat. He knew the ponies would just make fun of him even more now that they saw him walking home with a teacher. He did not want to get beat up though.

         Timothy chuckles “Call me Timey.” He says “ I love history and past events that’s how I got my cutie mark.” he points back to a pocket watch sitting on top of a book, his cutie mark. “I came here to work so I could get help from Twilight Sparkle. She agreed to help but I needed to pay for it so I took this job as Mrs. Cheeriliee’s assistant.” He looks down at Timefire and chuckles “Sorry I like to talk.” he rubs the back of his head. All this time they had trotted out the school doors and down the road to Timefire’s house.

         As they approach it, Timey gasps “is this where you live!?” he asks pointing at the beat up house. The house is old and creaky with holes in the walls and a patched roof. . Timefire nods slowly looking away embarrassed. Timey sighs as he sees the sight and feels sorry for him. “Well umm have a good night.” Timey says turning to trot away but stops turning back “What is your name I forgot to ask?”

         “T-Timefire,” Time says with a shaky voice

         “Cool name.” Timothy says, “See ya later buddy.” He trots down the road leaving Timefire there with a gaping look on his face.

         ‘H-He called me buddy.’ Timefire thinks as he goes into his house. Sure, his father said that once or twice when he was not drunk, but never with a smile or any sort of care in his voice. His head spins as he wonders why a pony, beside Mrs. Cheeriliee, would call him something good for a change. That night goes quickly as he tries to figure it all out with no success at all. He crawls into bed still in deep thought and the last thing he thinks before passing out it ‘Maybe I have a friend in this life after all.’

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