Corona walked slowly to the cafe. She knew it was to be another day of being scolded by harsh words and beaten with heartless ponies. She knew all the chefs would kick her and laugh. The head would come in, seeing she spilt his supplies, stomp on her, spit on her and walk away. The others would laugh and kick her some more. An average day for Corona, the most unwanted, unloved creature in Ponyville. She never has been loved by anypony but her parents. Though it wasn't the best love. Whenever she would come home bruised, bleeding and crying, her parents would ask her why she had to get herself into these situations. No pony has ever understood her. And she knew it would never happen.
As she half walked half limped down the street, She got looks from ponies whispering while pointing at her. She hung her head down, causing her low cut grey and pale blue mane to go in front of her eyes. Somepony used this as an opportunity to come up and kick her front legs. This caused her to fall face first on to the dirt road. She had grazed her face and tasted blood. She got up and started walking again. Ponies chuckled but kept staring. As this happened regularly she was used to it, but it still made her cry inside. She hated her life. But somehow, she still lives through it.