This is my very first fanfiction. Feedback is greatly appreciated.
It will be a nice wednesday morning in Cloudsdale. The sun will be shining brightly, not a cloud in sight, except for under the pegasus ponies' hooves, of course.
Soon, it will be lunchtime. All the young pegasi will rush out the door and away from the school, back home to eat their healthy vegetable lunches.
Only one pegasus will stay behind. Ditzy Doo will remain seated at her desk in the classroom. She will tell the teacher she's not hungry, and that she has a book to read, so she won't get bored. The teacher will nod her head and exit through the door, wondering,
"How can she read with those eyes?"
Ditzy Doo will sigh and think to herself,
"Why does nopony like me? Is it the eyes? Is it the clumsiness? I'm such a klutz!".
Ditzy will look down at the plastic container in her hoof. She will unscrew the top, and drop a pill on the table. Tears will swell in her eyes.
Tomorrow, it will happen.
It was the teacher that found her. A bloodcurdling scream echoed across Cloudsdale. All the pegasi looked up, wondering what the sound could be. Even the famous flier Rainbow Dash stopped her work. All the pegasi children rushed into the classroom.
There, slumped across the desk, was the unmoving body of Ditzy Doo, a grey pegasus that nopony ever liked and was constantly being bullied. Next to her was a note containing these words:
People won't have to put up with me for much longer...
One of the fillies walked up the the wall and pressed a red button marked: Emergency. Nopony moved a muscle during the three minutes that passed.
A paramedic and a nurse came in through the door. They checked Ditzy's pulse, her breathing, and anything else that needed to be checked. The nurse looked up and slowly shook her head.
"I just don't know what went wrong" somepony in the crowd muttered.
Two more medical ponies entered, bringing a stretcher along with them. They hoisted Ditzy onto the stretcher, then carried her out. An ambulance wagon was waiting outside. They put the stretcher inside. The paramedic and nurse sat next to Ditzy, and the medical ponies started pulling the waggon.
Everypony on the street looked up to see what the commotion was about. Most of them just shook their heads sadly.
"What a shame" they said.
"How sad…" they said.
There were a couple angry shouts, like
"Retard!" and "Serves you right!".
Some ponies responded to this by saying
"This is all your fault! Bullies like you caused her to take her own life! Still, she can't even hear you. She's dead!".
Little did they know that Ditzy could hear every single word they said, because Ditzy Doo was not dead. No, she was very much alive. Her plan had worked out perfectly.
The body bag on the table was empty. It had been filled with some pillows to make it look lumpy.
Two ponies entered the room. They picked up the bag and carried it outside.
One of them noticed the bag was relatively light, but said nothing. He just assumed that Ditzy was a skinny pony.
They stopped in front of a room labelled Incinerator. One of the ponies opened the door, and they went inside. There was a large, black, oven like contraption up against the wall on the opposite side of the room. Various pipes came out from the top and slithered up the wall, puffing steam. The temperature was significantly higher than the average room temperature in Cloudsdale.
There was a yellow pony waiting for them.
"Well, let's get this over with." she said as she opened the hatch on the incinerator.
The room was covered in a light orange glow. Flames danced inside the machine. The ponies carrying the bag walked up to the incinerator and shoved it inside. The smell of burning plastic filled the air. The ponies all coughed.
"Goodbye, retard. See you in hell." the yellow mare said.
She closed the incinerator hatch. The three left, leaving the door to close with a thud.
Ditzy Doo was no more.