**OKAY. Guys, I am so sorry for this damn long absence. Things have been happening, but Ive gotten better. I've also gotten more time to think of a better storyline. I don't know if you noticed, but I actually went along with my previous stories as I went. I didn't really plan it out. But, with this one, I did. And I kind of like it. I will still keep the same cast of characters. The BrandonxFluttershy thing will most likely stay the same, seeing as how I even d'awwed over it from time to time. From now on, this story and my previous ones are COMPLETELY seperate. This is a completely new start, okay? Okay! I will be posting at least once a week. Maybe twice. I'm a busy person now with summer school and all... And also, I will be deleting my unfinished story. So, right now, this is new. Starting right...now!**
Brandon walked into the classroom with a frown on his face. I hate school, was one of the first thoughts to enter his mind. He had just turned eight and was the strangest thing in Ponyville. He wasn't like the other ponies. Not one bit. I don't see why I have to come here. None of the other kids like me...why did mom make me come here? His thoughts were interrupted by the chipper demeanor of the teacher, Ms. Sunny Day. She was a colorful mare. Her eyes were a certain shining emerald color, and her mane was in a nice pink ponytail, which went well with her yellow coat. "Brandon! Welcome to class! Did you have a nice birthday?"
Brandon didn't know how to answer, considering it wasn't really his birthday, just the anniversary of his 'mom' and 'dad' finding him in the Everfree forest six years ago. For some reason, they didn't care Brandon was a human. The adults didn't, either. But the children did. They hated him. He simply looked over himself with his light blue eyes. Then started playing with his blond hair, which parted in the middle, and covered his ears. "Ummm..." Was all he could say before awkwardly mumbling. Ms. Day still kept her shining smile beamed on Brandon. "That's a very nice coat you have! Did your mother get that for you for your birthday?" "Y-Yes," he nodded and looked down at the green trench coat his mom had asked a friend to make for him. "It...uhh, keeps me warm." "Well, it looks very nice on-" "Teacher!" A foal called out from his desk with his hoof up, "I have a question!" "Yes?" She asked with a polite tone. "Why does he have to wear so many clothes?" The teacher's smile immediately disappeared as she walked Brandon to his seat, "We've been over this. Brandon doesn't have a coat like ponies do, so he needs to wear clothes to keep warm."
"But-" The foal called out again. "That's enough!" She snapped to him. "Now, I'm tired of you all teasing Brandon every day. He can't help it if he's-" "A freak!" A lone filly called out from her desk. "Stop that!" Ms. Day yelled to no one in particular. It was loud enough for Brandon, he overheard the whole thing. "She's right, though..." He said, sniffling. "No, she's not," Teacher reassured him. Almost immediately, he stood up from his seat and ran out the door, "It's all true!" Brandon yelled with a shaking voice. He didn't know where he was running, he just knew he had to run away somewhere safe. Maybe somewhere somepony would befriend him.