A swirl of dry, warm spring wind brushed by my hair, making my long hair slap the back of my neck from the high speed. Riding my bike home from school was one of my favorite parts of the day; it allowed me to think and reflect on the day the entire way home. Thank God I lived pretty far away from home, or I wouldn't be able to come up with any good ideas.
Yeah, I admit. I'm a writer. Call me dweeb, dork, or whatever dumb name you can come up with: I wrote and I liked writing. I had other interests, of course, like soccer, DJing, and drawing, but my all time favorite thing to do was write. Words were my slaves, I was their master. I could sculpt masterpieces, some exceeding a quarter million words.
Not that anyone cared. They were fanfics, after all. To be more specific, My Little Pony fanfics. No, I'm not a seven year old girl. In fact, I'm almost the exact opposite. I watch the show, dream of it every day, draw the characters, read about them... Oh yeah, did I mention I was male? And sixteen? And in high school?
Okay, so I'm not particularly proud of my odd habit. However, it was a pretty good time-burner when I was on my computer and had writers block. So, like everyone else who watches the show, I instantly became part of the fanbase. I've been a proud brony for four months. Friend count? Entirely made of 'bronies', the accepted term for male fans of My Little Pony.
Ridiculously lanky. Long black hair. White skin. Horrid fashion sense. Writer. Brony. Citizen of Colorado. That's me.
My name? Andres.
A swirl of damp, warm spring wind brushed by my hair, making my long hair slap the back of my neck from the high speed. I honestly don't know what I would do without my long flights home... Those were the idea givers; the mind freers. I felt alive all the way home. My home? Small house in the dense city of Cloudsdale. My job? Can't really say that I have one, but I'm alive and wingin' life, so I'm fine.
I almost seemed to live two lives as of now: One in my hometown of Cloudsdale, and another in Ponyville. Although I lived in Cloudsdale rather than Ponyville, I seemingly knew everypony in Ponyville and none in Cloudsdale. I had lots of friends, although very few of them close. I only had about five close friends... Call it what you will, I was just happy to have any. I was content.
I looked back in sadness to see the small town of Ponyville become smaller and smaller as I flew away from it, headed to Cloudsdale to call it a day.
Coat color? Brightest blue you've ever seen. Mane color? Too many different ones to count. Cutie mark? Who knows, but it looks pretty boss.
Edge dweller. Liver of two lives. One torn pony. Wings. Speed. Loyalty.
My name? Rainbow Dash.