Acceptance

There was no school and the daycare was usually slow today and that was how Jeter liked it. It gave him the opportunity to simply roam around the town as he pleased without having to be around all the other colts and fillies, listening to them ridicule him from behind his back.

He got out of bed and found his way through the halls into the bathroom where he blindly cleaned himself from fangs to holy hoof. He could hear his mother humming to herself from the kitchen with the added sounds of water and pans clanging. He finished his self grooming and left the bathroom into the kitchen.

"Good morning, Jeter." His mothers voice said.

"Hey mom." He replied. He found his way to the table and sat down to wait for his breakfast, wich he could smell as he was regenerating his energy from the love his mother fed him.

The smell of the food filled his nose as he heard a plate being placed in front of him and found the nife and fork with his magic then began to eat, his mother was beside him eating her own breakfast. He could tell she wanted to say something from the few time she opened her mouth only to close it again without taking a bite of her food.

"You wanna say something, mom?" He asked as he looked in her general direction.

"I'll never be able to figure out how you do that." She said. He gestured to his ears with a hoof.

"It's kinda obvious when you open your mouth without taking a bite a few times." He said with a light chuckle. She joined in his laughter and soon after he felt her lips on his forehead.

"I wanted to tell you to be careful and stay out of trouble when you go out to day, but..."

"It's okay, mom." He said with a smile as he stared blankly in her direction. "I won't do anything stupid."

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The daycare opened and Jeter was long gone before anypony arrived to drop their foals off for the day. It helped to make it easy for the parents when a 'monster' wasn't around their children. Plus, he didn't want to hear anypony calling him names or throwing insults at him while they thought he wasn't listening when in fact he could hear things a lot better then most.

He was trotting down a familiar street as everypony were out with family and friends, ignoring the silent insults and negative comments as he trotted along. He did enjoy the laughter of those who ignored him and happily went on with their lives. He especially enjoyed it when ponies actually stopped to say 'hello' to him and ment it. The levels of love energy from those ponies were extremely low, yet they told him that they had less fear of him then most did. He stopped when he heard hoof steps stopping in front of him and stared in the direction of this pony he recognized.

"What?" He said with annoyance in his tone.

"Hey Jeter." The voice of that 'Tinge Depth' filly he first met at school.

"What do ya want?" He asked.

"Hey, I'm just tryin' to be friendly here. I'm not my cousin." She stated. He simply tried to walk past her only to feel a hoof planted firmly on his chest. "Don't you want a friend?"

"Nopony wants to be friends with a changeling, let alone a blind changeling." He replied rather sharply.

"Well, I'm not nopony." She offered. He brushed her off him and walked around her. "C'mon, Jet."

"Stop following me!" He ordered.

"I'm not fo..."

"Like you weren't following me the other day when you were hiding on the daycare fence?" He interrupted.

"I wasn't..."

"Then what were you doing?!" He heard her take in a breath to speak. "Just forget it. I don't need you, or anypony for that matter." He turned and stormed off down the old roads he walked many times before leaving her behind. He didn't want to put up with another pony faking sympathy for him, he had enough of that already.

"Now, was that realy necessary?" Came the voice of a familiar rich stallion.

"Please don't, Mister Rich." He said as he kept his angered pace and walked past Filthy Rich.

"Look son," Rich began as he walked along side the blind changeling, "if you keep youself closed up like this you'll never make friends."

"She doesn't wanna be my friend." Jeter replied to his words.

"And, how do you know this?" Rich asked.

"She's Golden Nugget's cousin!" Jeter spat.

"You're a changeling, but you're nothing like the changelings that attacked Canterlot a year ago." Rich stated. Jeter stopped dead in his tracks, his gaze blindly locked foward. "And, what about Princess Luna? She became Nightmare Moon over a thousand years ago and she's nothing like that monster now."

Jeter thought about this for a minute. Yes he was a changeling, but he never wanted domination or conquest, and he was blind so he couldn't change into others like the rest of his race. He did want some friends other then a few nice stallions, mares and his mother simply showing kindness outside the large number of ponies both young and old rejecting and ridiculing him.

"Just because of somepony's past or bloodline," Rich began, "that doesn't make them inherently good or bad. It's what's in here..." Jeter felt the rich stallion's hoof on his chest, "... that defines us." Jeter kept his head looking forward as he thought about Rich's words. "Just think about it for a bit, son." The next thing Jeter heard was the sound of hoof steps trotting away and he was left alone to his thoughts.