A little short story I made. Just wanted to know if it was good or not.
In early September, I was beginning High School, 9th grade to be exact. I was so happy and I knew that I would meet new friends. Sadly, I was wrong. I introduced myself to everyone, but no one wanted to socialize with me or anything. Each class varied in difficulty, but I could stand it. Each and every day I came home, filled with glee and relief. I would gather my homework together and watch My Little Pony on my computer. I always got so excited each and every day for this moment. I would watch until my eyes could take no more.
A month passed and the bullying intensified. I was starting to get bullied more brutally. Homework and projects started to pile up as I got further through the year. I still could handle it, but I couldn’t help but feel that a piece of my life is dead. I couldn’t act socially towards others anymore and whenever at teacher talked to me, I would just keep my mouth shut. Whenever I got home, I did my daily routine as usual, but the fandom started to take over me a bit. Each and every night I started contemplating. I felt as if… I was going insane.
November and December passed, I felt more pressure. The bullying has turned violent as they start to lynch me publicly. Stones and objects flew at me at the end of each day. I was mugged at least 7 times this month. Me and my parents requested that the people who did that would be punished, but the principal did nothing, in my opinion. They lynched and mugged me, and all he did was say, don’t do that again. I felt a tick coming on. One more event like that, and I would really do something bad. Homework was the same and the projects weren’t as bad. When I got home, the usual routine became a habit. The fandom had totally taken me over and I became a super fan. It may have affected me socially, but for some reason, I didn’t care.
February came, and I ticked. A student in my class tried mugging me one day, I punched and kicked him, starting a brawl on the school grounds. I was sent to the principal’s office and I got in school for the week. I couldn’t put up with homework anymore, so I gave up. I gave up school and didn’t do anything for the whole month. Then one day… I stayed home, telling my parents I had a cold. I stayed in my whole room for the day. I got on my computer and started watching MLP again. This time, it was different. Each episode at least one pony tried to get me to join them. Then Pinkie Pie reached her hoof through my monitor and said, “Please, stop your misery. Come with us where you will be happy forever”. I was terrified at first, but then I thought it over, “If I go with Pinkie Pie, I will be happy forever, but I will lose my family and home. If I stay here, I have my family and home, but I will suffer”. I finally decided and grabbed onto Pinkie’s hoof, turning me into a pony. She tugged me into the monitor and I entered the land of Equestria. “I’m free”, I whispered, “I’m finally free”.
Epilogue:
Crime Scene Investigators entered my room. My body hanging from a rope noose attached to the ceiling. My computer was shut off and wouldn’t turn on. One of the investigators started to question my parents wondering if they knew what was going on. They told them that I was just a normal kid who was having a rough time through high school. They didn’t mention anything about my fandom, until my funeral. When they put my body in the coffin, they bought a Pinkie Pie plushie and put it in my arms, to symbolize my love for the show. My step-brother and step-sister both wondered why my parents did that. They just stated trying to block their tears, “We thought he would like it”. They walked away from my coffin, after they paid their respects. When they turned away, my cold lifeless body smiled.
“You shouldn’t bully someone by their beliefs, for the only thing you are doing is murdering others.”
~ Anonymous.
