Many stories by Me.
Hate.
Previous ChapterNext Chapter*Told in the views of Angel, the bunny*
Hate. The definition of hate is; "Intense or passionate dislike." My rivalry with Flutter-shy is more than hate. I Despise her. She treats me as if I was born yesterday. Technically, I'm supposed to be running wild in the Ever-Free forest, where I was born. But while my parents were scavenging for food, this frigging pony with screwy eyes picked me up in her mouth and took me to Flutter-shy, the one that ruined my life. That's when I heard my first 'English' from those ponies:
"Oh, do be careful Derpy, baby animals are very fragile!" said Flutter-shy.
"Dun wurry, ah hot em," said Derpy, speaking through a mouthful of me.
Then the door shut behind Derpy. The lights of Flutter-shy's house near blinded me, for my eyes were only a day old. As I slowly opened my eyes, I accepted the creature in front of me to be my mother. Crying for food, I was given a bottle of what seemed to be heaven. It was rabbit milk mixed with several ground carrots. It was all a trap.
When I grew a lot more over the period of months, I was taken around the land of Equestria. Even if you didn't see me, I was there. In Flutter-shy's bags, hitching a ride in her tail, in her mane if I was careful. Whenever Flutter-shy went to Twilight's place, I tagged along. I would read about my kind. After I found out that I didn't belong in Ponyville, I ran away. 'Course that son-of-a-rock came and found me as I was just about as I was entering my parents' house. Now I'm here, stuck in this Celestia-forsaken house with all these birds who think it's great. I wish I could tell then the truth, they could fly away, but I don't speak their language. If you ever wonder why I look so grumpy, you know why. If I look happy, It's only so I could get what I want.
*Still in Angel's point of view*
I shut my computer with a sigh and hid it under my bed. If any-pony say this, they would think it was some other-pony. They would never think that 'Sweet, nice Angel' would know how to type. I hop downstairs and await my breakfast.
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