A/N: Hey guys, this is my first ever fanfic so bear with me. This is based on my life before I became a brony, before I became a martial artist, after I became a brony and after I became a martial artist so all the events in this story are true apart from meeting Luna, getting transported to Equestria and anything to do with Equestria unfortunately. All reviews and positive criticism is welcomed. Any mean nasty putdowns will be ignored so do not waste your time hating. Well on with the fic and I hope you enjoy.

Disclaimer: I do not own MLP.

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Chapter 1: A Rough Past:

INTRO: My Name is Jack Harrison. I'm a 16 year old boy with no friends. I have no talents and my only interests are games, cartoons and martial arts. I do not enjoy school unlike many people my age but I am a straight A student. If only I had friends to talk to or to hang out with then maybe I wouldn't have been the way I am now, anti-social. It was Thursday today and it had been a calm day. But it wasn't always this way that I get through a day where I am left alone and not troubled. I walked into my room and sat on my bed. Today at school I passed the same place where I was reminded of my uselessness. This triggered some memories of my past and I thought back to what happened 3 years ago, the memory still plaguing my existence till this day:

Jack Harrison's Flashback: 3 years ago

I recalled I was 13 at the time. Anyway I was walking to my next class after the bell signifying the end of lunch had rang. I looked at my timetable and saw it said ICT when my 'friends' came up to me doing handshakes and talking smack thinking they were cool and acting like they had been my friends my whole life. I was alone so I thought to myself 'well I'm less likely to be picked on if I'm with a group, right?' I had already had my lunch eaten by a couple of the seniors who had cornered me and stole my lunchbox and my money for the tuck shop so I thought being in a group would prevent a repeat of the incident where I got injured so badly it made other people laugh at my helplessness. I don't know what hurt more, the humiliation or the physical injuries. Anyway I snapped back to reality and looked at my 'friends' timetables. My 'friends' were also in my ICT class so we walked together. While they got caught up in talking about who won the rugby or how they had purposely failed the test to get a Not Achieved on their test thinking it was cool, they had managed to go the wrong way. I called out to them pretending not to let them know I knew they were using me for help with their school work, even though they still failed. "Hey guys, we're going the wrong way!" they soon broke out of their chat and rejoined me at my side. I had to walk with them no matter how much I hated them because if I weren't in a group I'd be a much easier target than I already was. I didn't want to take any chances and they hadn't done anything to me yet so I felt that they were the closest things to friends I would ever make. 'They' had walked all the way to the back of B block and our class was in C block so we had some ground to make up.

As we continued to walk I felt someone grab me from behind and before I realised they had pushed me up against the gate which separated the front classes from the back. I looked around and saw that Matthew and Paul my 'friends'/users were standing there just watching me, laughing at me. 'So much for the idea of safety in numbers.' I thought to myself. I saw them standing there doing nothing and this angered me so in a moment of desperation I said to them "This isn't a joke you guys help me please!" they just stood there guffawing while I was stuck. I tried to escape but the attackers friends had circled around me. The mystery boys... I didn't recognise even one of them. Soon the boy who had pushed me against the gate moved away from me and took out a lock from his bag. He then went behind me and hooked my bag to the fence just as I removed my bag off my back to escape. This caused Matthew and Paul to start balling their eyes out from laughter. They even said to me "What's wrong can't the chained up dog bite back?" 'ouch that hurt what did I do to you guys to deserve this' I thought to myself. I still could not comprehend how I had somehow managed to free myself from the fence and I was just about to walk to class when it hit me, 'I can't go to class without my bag, it's got all my stuff in there since we don't have lockers at school... now what do I do?' So I had two options go and get help and risk getting my stuff stolen or just stand there like the trash I was.

I was about to take the first option when a boy who was going to the drinking fountains passed by, a senior. He was 6 feet tall and of a muscular build, Im guessing he was year 13. He looked down at me and for some reason he must have taken pity on me as he told me to go get help. I was reluctant but he said "I will stand guard over your bag don't worry." I was obviously dumbstruck because I had never seen this boy before and yet he was offering to help me, how do I know this isn't another cruel trick to make fun of me? Reluctantly I left and reappeared with the principal who surprisingly didn't know what to do. 'I mean he was the Principal for fucks sake, if anyone knew what to do he would know right?' The people who did this to me ran off, not a single one remained and the boy that helped me left as soon as I came back with the Principal. I didn't feel angry at him because at least he did what he told me he would do. Since the boys that locked my bag to the fence ran off, that meant the key to the lock was also gone. In the end we had to end up cutting off a significant chunk out of the front of my bag to get it free from the gate. The principal didn't even think to ask me how I felt and just ran off with his coffee in his hand chasing another teacher he had seen.

To be honest I didn't expect sympathy from him being the lazy principal he is. As I picked up my bag I looked around and saw students moving from class to class. I said to my self "Fuck, I missed the bell!" I looked down at my watch and saw that it was 14:25. I swore to myself "Fuck, now im gonna be late for science and those thugs stole my scientific calculator. I might need it..." I started to panic for a while but then calmed my self down. I quickly put on my bag and ran to my science class. Everyone was quiet and listening to the teacher when I slowly came and stood in the door way. Everyone turned around and looked at me, their faces with mixed expressions of mockery, pity and anger at me for disrupting their 'lesson'. As I took one step into my class the teacher faced away from her explanation of genetic mutations and stared into my eyes. Her silence was deafening to me and I spoke up as I recalled from the first day that if she went silent, she was waiting for an explanation. I found the courage within me and said to her "I'm sorry I'm late miss, I got um held up. I don't have a note because I just came from lunch not tutorials but I promise it won't happen again." Her dark expression then turned slightly softer and she said "Okay Jack, just this once... Take your seat." I nodded and looked around the class and saw the one and only empty seat so I walked towards it but I stopped as soon as I saw who was in the surrounding seats, it was none other than Matthew and Paul still sniggering as they lifted their heads to see me.

I was going to move the chair but Miss Snow was starting to lose patience with me and she started tapping her pen on her desk which told me to stop causing disruption and sit down where I was and fast. So I did and as I was about to sit down Matthew reached for my bag and when I leaned forward to get it back from him Paul tripped me up and I fell face forward onto the floor. Everyone broke into laughter at the sight of this and I slowly got up. Paul then said "I guess you fell...SHORT hahahahaha" I looked around the class, put my head down and walked out of the class ignoring the comments like "Where you going nerd?", "Don't worry your text books are ok hahahahaha!" I just couldn't cope any more. For too long I had put up with this and there wasn't a single thing I could do, it's like everyone was against me. I thought to myself 'the world 115, Jack 0' so I did the only thing I knew how to do in a situation like this, I ran. I ran out of C block and into the toilets. I just waited inside the toilets for the next bell to ring so that I could go home. I looked at my watch and just as it hit 15:10 the bell rang and I walked out of the toilets and walked to my mum's car. I got in and sat in the back seat, she asked "Is everything alright? You usually sit in the front?" I just replied "Y-yeah everything's fine, it's just been a long day. I don't usually cry, I learnt the hard way that crying doesn't solve your problems so not a single tear was shed although I was pretty close to crying at the time. The rest of the car ride home was quiet and I got home took a shower did my homework, all the usual boring stuff. Had dinner watched TV, brushed my teeth then finally opened the door to my room and laid down on my bed my eyes heavy with fatigue and my body weighed down by the pain I had endured that day. I eventually fell into a deep sleep.

END OF FLASHBACK

I added up the years and recalled im currently 16, somehow I was so lost in thought that for a moment I seemed to forget my current age. I thought about the events in my flashback and I looked at the calendar that hung on the wall. Sitting on my bed the same way I had 3 years ago on that horrible day which I loathe to name. As I saw the date on the calendar I flashed a cruel smile on my face, remembering the incident which happened 3 years ago. I said to myself "That was all before I knew martial arts, they better watch out now because im the senior now and im more athletic got a meaner attitude and I don't take apologies well." "People tell me to forget the past, how can I when it haunts me till this very night?" "The grown ups all tell me to tell someone older than me if there is a problem like this, huh tried it and guess what? No one gave two shits they all laughed at me and told me I was a nobody, how could the grown ups helps me when all they did was laugh at me?" My eyes were getting heavy and I knew that I was getting tired. I stopped with the rhetorical questions and I looked at the time and saw the clock read 22:45. I finally collapsed onto my bed ready to go to sleep and slowly but steadily I closed my eyes and put my mind at ease, I would see if I'm still in the mood for revenge after I have had a nights sleep to clear my head of the vile images that plague me from that day.

A/N: Hey guys, that's the end of Chapter 1. You probably don't understand how my bag was hooked to the fence and I can't really describe it but if you had seen it you would have known the people who did this had obviously planned it for some time... Anyway what do you think is going to happen next? Would you support Jack if he decided to get revenge or if he just left the bullies alone? What would you do if you were in Jack's shoes? And one more disclaimer lol, Jack Harrison is not my real name, I don't want to use my real name for personal reasons and the names of the teachers and 'friends' have been modified as well. So if you don't like it I'm sorry but it's just the way it has to be. I'm kinda busy with school work and out of school commitments lol so updates may take awhile but I promise if you read and review this fanfic, I will make the effort to make more chapters. If you liked the story please recommend to other people you know who may also like this story. Well until next time cya!