[[I know I said I would start this fanfic next week, but, for one thing, I'm also starting 9th grade and I have a Boy Scout Order of the Arrow-thing that weekend. I wouldn't have time to post it then. So, here it is, chapter one of "Gold and Silver". Enjoy.]]
Chapter One
"Biology stuff…check. Math textbook…check. History notebook…check. Okay I have everything. Awesome." Gold Dust slammed his locker shut as he got ready to leave Ponyville High School.
"Hey, Gold Rust!" a familiar voice sneered behind him. His blood froze as he turned around.
"W-what do you w-want, Coal Miner?" he stuttered.
"Still have no date for the senior prom this Friday, eh?" Coal Miner mocked. His body was black while his mane was dark grey. His cutie mark was a pick-axe.
"Well, n-no. But that's still f-four days away."
"Four days you'll spend crying to your mommy!" One of Miner's lackeys, Buzz Saw, shot back. His body was a light-grey and his mane was blood-red. His cutie mark was a circular saw blade.
"N-no, I still have time…" Gold Dust started to protest.
"Like you're going to pick up chicks." Sneered his second follower, Goalpost. His body was brown and his mane was white. His cutie mark was, not surprisingly, a football.
"Um, well…"
"Face, it guys. He ain't man enough to get a chick. Hell, he ain't man enough to pick up dudes!" all three burst out laughing.
Gold Dust felt himself starting to tear up.
"Aw, did we hurt your feelings, ya little foal?" snickered Buzz Saw.
"Um…"
"Let's go guys. We can't waste our time with this douche bag." As they were walking away, Goalpost fired one last comment; "See you at the prom, dickweed!"
Gold Dust put his head inside his locker and started to cry.
"Maybe they're right…" It was now nightfall in Ponyville. Gold Dust lay in his bed, surrounded by Playpony magazines and empty energy drink cans. "Maybe I can't pick up chicks…or dudes."
He started thinking about all the shit life had given him; His lost father, his uncaring mother, his inability to think straight, and, finally…he looked up at the cone that was planted on his forehead.
"I'm a damn male unicorn. I've never seen another male unicorn, save for Prince Blueblood!" he slumped down onto the shag rug.
"I'm a waste of brain capacity. Other pony souls could use my life better than I could!" he started bawling again.
"I can't live here anymore. No one likes me. I can't make friends…" he opened the window and gazed at the moon with tearful and red eyes.
"There's no other way out. Except…" he looked straight down at the ground, four stories below him. An idea sparked in his brain. Using his entire bodily strength he pushed himself out of the window and started freefalling.
He always imagined suicide-jumping as quick, but, in reality, it seemed like an eternity as his life flashed before his eyes: His father leaving his mother with no income source, his mother neglecting him all day, his only "friends" beating him up in elementary school, grade after mediocre grade, and the scene from that afternoon.
Right before his body met the pavement, he heard a "Whoa!" and a rush of hooves. Then, his chest impacted into the asphalt and the world around him went black.