On a bright, sunny day at the Ponyville Schoolhouse, a minty coloured pony etched away at the sand in front of her, depicting an image of herself as a young, confident mare. The filly marked in every little detail she could, careful to not ruin her picture. She slaved over it as the hot sun beat down on her, all the while a cool breeze caressed her mane and tail. Squinting her eyes, she marked the final detail of her novice masterpiece. Suddenly a shadow appeared before her. She could feel her heart stop and fear seemed to control her in that instant. Startled, she turned around to see two young fillies, much like herself. They glared down at her and smirked slyly. "Is that what you call art?"
"A blind pony could even see how horrible this is!" they foolishly taunted the little filly. She cowered; she was used to this sort of thing by now. It was part of her daily routine and it didn't bother her much anymore, nor her teachers. One young filly edged closer to her. "Why don't you just go back to where you came from? Do your parents hate you? I bet they do. I mean, no parents who loved their filly would ever raise them to be so weird," she said with a cold, heartless voice. The little unicorn glanced down. One of the fillies, standing tall and mighty, walked over to the well drawn picture in the sand box. "Guess you won't be needing this!" She stomped her hoof on the drawing, kicking the sand around. The little unicorn gasped as she saw her hard work become completely destroyed in a matter of seconds. The other filly chuckled, using his magical powers to pick up a nearby shovel up and throwing it back at the sad little unicorn. It hit her on the forehead, leaving a graze right near her horn. "What a loser," He muttered under his breath, he turned and ran back to his partner in crime. The two fillies did not look back to the unicorn to even check if she were alright, they trotted out of view.
The young unicorn looked at the picture and sighed. She did not shed one tear, as she was used to this. She picked herself up and sat herself down at the corner of the sandbox in her usual fashion.
A young, beige coloured earth pony gazed at the unicorn from afar. She became worried for the filly, but was too shy to approach her. She watched quietly and sighed, wishing she had the courage to help her.
On a bright, sunny day in Ponyville, a minty coloured pony levitated a nearby stick and drew in the dirt beneath her. She made a foreign creature resembling the mare herself, dressed in clothes from head to toe. The creature had fingers and toes, and even a tiny little nose. A beige coloured mare looked over her shoulder and looked at the picture on the ground. She paused, and stood still as the mare lined her doodle with the final touches. "Lyra," She spoke. "Why do you keep doing this to yourself?"
"... I was never meant to be a pony, Bon Bon. I will never be a unicorn, I'll never be who I thought I was going to be when I was a filly. I hate myself, and everyone else does too, Bon Bon... I just want to be different," The mare looked up at the earth pony, tears pouring down her cheeks. She then dropped the stick, and hugged her friend tightly. She sobbed onto the pony's shoulder as she wept. "... I hate myself..."
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