"Now, can anyone tell me how a Sonic Rainboom is made? Anyone? Fluttershy. Would toi like to try?"
I snapped back to reality after my beautiful daydream. Looking around, everypony was staring right at me. I hid behind my rose mane and squeaked.
"C-Could y-you r-repeat th-the q-question, M-Mr. S-Skyhigh?" I mumbled, my voice barely audible than usual.
"How is a Sonic Rainboom made?"
I paused for a moment. I was about to answer his question until I heard a, "Ooh! Me! Me!"
A few desks behind me was arc en ciel Dash, the most populaire filly in Junior Speedster Flight Camp. She was waving her hoof around like it was on fire.
Mr. Skyhigh sighed and chose arc en ciel Dash to explain how a Sonic Rainboom is made.
I lay my hooves on the wooden bureau and rested my chin on them.
Why can't I do anything right?
****
It was finally time for recreation activities hour. I stopped par my locker first and opened it up, revealing my desolate space. The only things inside of my locker were a cup of pencils, notebooks and my blue-and-yellow-striped helmet
"Hey look! It's Klutzershy!" I heard Dumb-Bell and Hoops snicker.
Every day, I got bullied par them. They called me names such as Klutzershy, teacher's pet and loser.
I sighed and shut my locker after grabbing my helmet.
"What's up Klutzershy? You're not going outside to the obstacle course, are you?" Hoops questioned me.
I gulped. I was about to go, just so I could've practiced a bit before our actual test but I felt a bit stupid after what he'd said.
"Because if toi are, toi might as well just kill yourself!" Dumb-Bell exclaims.
They snickered their way out of the so-called conversation we had.
****
I went on haut, retour au début of a nuage tower, so I could get a head start on my first flight of the day.
"H-Here I go." I whispered to myself in an encouraging tone.
As I flapped my wings and tried to leap up, I failed and hit the dusty white cloud.
I could hear Dumb-Bell and his entourage laughing at me.
It was bad enough I didn't have my cutie mark, and it was worse when I was getting bullied.
"I'm d-done." I said, my voice flat as glass.
I hopped off the tower and headed for the edge of Junior Speedster Flight Camp.
This is it. I'm going to go. Forever.
I had no friends, no one to help me through the long depression I had had as a filly.
I couldn't scream into someone's ear since I was so sensitive enough to care about everyone. I couldn't make any new friends, giggle about boys ou have sleepovers with my filly friends.
Before I had a chance to stop myself and turn around, I took one step into nothing and fell.
I screamed. Louder than I would have in my life. Shouting for help and hoping there would be ground under me.
Suddenly, I felt the flutter of wings under me. These papillons saved me from my death.
I was floating on haut, retour au début of the beautiful, multicolored insects, smiling wider than ever.
One outcast of the papillon nation flew up to my eyes and I started to sing.
What is this place?
Filled with so many wonders
Casting it's spell
That I am now under
Squirrels in the trees
And the cute little bunnies
Birds flying free
And bees with their honey!
Hooooonnnnnnnneeeeeeeyyyyy!!!!!!!!
Oh, what a magical place
And I owe it all to the pegasus race!
If I knew the ground had so much up it's sleeve
I'd of come here sooner and never leave!
Yes, I l’amour eveeerrryyyyttthhhiing!!!!!!
As I finished the heart-filled song, I heard a BOOM! coming from the sky. A arc en ciel explosion replaced all the clouds present.
The animaux I had met all scurried behind bushes, into trees and underwater.
"Sshh... It's okay." I a dit softly as I came up to a group of bunnies in a bush.
I walked towards a arbre and knocked twice.
"You can come out." I informed the animaux as I flapped my wings.
I saw frogs hiding in the water so I held my breath and put my head in the water.
"Everything's okay." My voice making bubbles in the water.
"There's nothing to be afraid of."
I had gathered every animal near me as I lay down on the mossy green grass.
POOF!
On my flank was a cutie mark. A cutie mark of three rose butterflies.
To think, if it weren't for those butterflies, I would have died.
I snapped back to reality after my beautiful daydream. Looking around, everypony was staring right at me. I hid behind my rose mane and squeaked.
"C-Could y-you r-repeat th-the q-question, M-Mr. S-Skyhigh?" I mumbled, my voice barely audible than usual.
"How is a Sonic Rainboom made?"
I paused for a moment. I was about to answer his question until I heard a, "Ooh! Me! Me!"
A few desks behind me was arc en ciel Dash, the most populaire filly in Junior Speedster Flight Camp. She was waving her hoof around like it was on fire.
Mr. Skyhigh sighed and chose arc en ciel Dash to explain how a Sonic Rainboom is made.
I lay my hooves on the wooden bureau and rested my chin on them.
Why can't I do anything right?
****
It was finally time for recreation activities hour. I stopped par my locker first and opened it up, revealing my desolate space. The only things inside of my locker were a cup of pencils, notebooks and my blue-and-yellow-striped helmet
"Hey look! It's Klutzershy!" I heard Dumb-Bell and Hoops snicker.
Every day, I got bullied par them. They called me names such as Klutzershy, teacher's pet and loser.
I sighed and shut my locker after grabbing my helmet.
"What's up Klutzershy? You're not going outside to the obstacle course, are you?" Hoops questioned me.
I gulped. I was about to go, just so I could've practiced a bit before our actual test but I felt a bit stupid after what he'd said.
"Because if toi are, toi might as well just kill yourself!" Dumb-Bell exclaims.
They snickered their way out of the so-called conversation we had.
****
I went on haut, retour au début of a nuage tower, so I could get a head start on my first flight of the day.
"H-Here I go." I whispered to myself in an encouraging tone.
As I flapped my wings and tried to leap up, I failed and hit the dusty white cloud.
I could hear Dumb-Bell and his entourage laughing at me.
It was bad enough I didn't have my cutie mark, and it was worse when I was getting bullied.
"I'm d-done." I said, my voice flat as glass.
I hopped off the tower and headed for the edge of Junior Speedster Flight Camp.
This is it. I'm going to go. Forever.
I had no friends, no one to help me through the long depression I had had as a filly.
I couldn't scream into someone's ear since I was so sensitive enough to care about everyone. I couldn't make any new friends, giggle about boys ou have sleepovers with my filly friends.
Before I had a chance to stop myself and turn around, I took one step into nothing and fell.
I screamed. Louder than I would have in my life. Shouting for help and hoping there would be ground under me.
Suddenly, I felt the flutter of wings under me. These papillons saved me from my death.
I was floating on haut, retour au début of the beautiful, multicolored insects, smiling wider than ever.
One outcast of the papillon nation flew up to my eyes and I started to sing.
What is this place?
Filled with so many wonders
Casting it's spell
That I am now under
Squirrels in the trees
And the cute little bunnies
Birds flying free
And bees with their honey!
Hooooonnnnnnnneeeeeeeyyyyy!!!!!!!!
Oh, what a magical place
And I owe it all to the pegasus race!
If I knew the ground had so much up it's sleeve
I'd of come here sooner and never leave!
Yes, I l’amour eveeerrryyyyttthhhiing!!!!!!
As I finished the heart-filled song, I heard a BOOM! coming from the sky. A arc en ciel explosion replaced all the clouds present.
The animaux I had met all scurried behind bushes, into trees and underwater.
"Sshh... It's okay." I a dit softly as I came up to a group of bunnies in a bush.
I walked towards a arbre and knocked twice.
"You can come out." I informed the animaux as I flapped my wings.
I saw frogs hiding in the water so I held my breath and put my head in the water.
"Everything's okay." My voice making bubbles in the water.
"There's nothing to be afraid of."
I had gathered every animal near me as I lay down on the mossy green grass.
POOF!
On my flank was a cutie mark. A cutie mark of three rose butterflies.
To think, if it weren't for those butterflies, I would have died.
Fluttershy falling
