Emerald Heart

@@thor9356, "Your doing somepony else's homework? What are they, paralyzed or somethin'?" Chrissie rolled her eyes, and sighed. "Back Track, they are jerks. They don't deserve your help, or your time of day." Chrissie knew she was only giving out advice to him she herself failed to follow.

I used to actually have confidence in myself. But in a normal non-narcissistic manor. But ever since I started high school my self esteem has dropped.I met a friend this year who thinks she's 'teasing' me when she's constantly calling me stupid or special. A I feel confidence in most normal places lie when I am writing or drawing. But when it comes to grades I actually feel stupid.

@@thor9356, (Switching to third person, sorry. First is to hard to handle.) Chrissie smiled, or rather beamed. "Yeah, that's what I prefer to be called anyway." She sat down at the table with him. Keeping a watchful eye on her classmates who were just a few feet away. "So Back Track, what are you working on there? Is that our project for AP Biology?" She asked, noticing the piles of homework stacked up on his side f the table.

@@thor9356, (Chrissie is a unicorn, btdubs.) Of course, the pony who defended me assumed I diddnt want to be bothered. I sighed and approached him. "My name's Chrisanthimum Cynara. Ponies here bully me because they think I'm a loner. But I just don't have any friends. .." Chrissie played with a strand of her hair. She hand never willingly talked to somepony without being fearful of them. "What's yours?"

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@@thor9356, I looked up at the stallion. Was he...defending me? Apparently my classmates thought this was odd as well, and shuffled off to sit down. I stared at the stallion now suddenly very puzzled. "Ex-excuse me?" My voice came out as a whisper even though I was not shy. "Why did you do that? Why did you defend me?" I hope it isn't just to get on my good side I thought as I played with one of my signature electric blue ball earrings.

@@thor9356, I found myself meeting eyes with a earth pony stallion. But why was he here? Why was he talking to me? As I opened my mouth to ask, I was interrupted suddenly. "Christie," a voice said behind me making me inch down in my chair. It was the mare from class. I had forgotten my reading class was coming to the library today during first period. "Are you trying to make friends? " the mare laughed. "Redneck!" Another mare ininsuted. "I'm not a redneck... I'm just from Apeloosa.And my name is Chrissie. You got it wrong." When spoke I had a hint of country in my voice. I thought about running, but where to? I shed a few tears onto the pages of my book.

Once the mare finished sharpening her pencil she returned to her friends, and they just laughed louder. Trying to avoid the drama I buried my face in my book. But then the mares began making snark comments about me. I shrunk down in my chair pretending I couldn't hear their conversation. But it was hard not to ignore phrases like- "Look at her, how can she live like that?" And "She looks like such a filly with those pigtales." So, when I got to the point where I couldn't ignore it I got up and left the classroom. Tears streaked down my face as I went to the place in the school where I could be myself-the library. Imminently when I walked in, I headed to the science section. Ifound a book on botany then sat in a quiet corner, wiping my tears.

It was the middle of the year at my new school.I was undergoing a feeling of advanced pressure as it was exam week, and I was currently flunking three of my classes. Including AP biology-a class I used to get high grades in. I was disappointed in my grades but I knew I wouldn't be doing anything to fix them. My family had moved here near the end of the third semester. I knew evreypony would probably already be in their own little friend groups, so it would be harder to make friends. But what I didn't know that my mother had a developing sickness for reasons unknown, and died two days after the move. So when I first started school I acted cold towrdes my classmates, avoiding them. Because of this my peers now think of me as "A loner" and judge me for my actions of my first few days. "Chrissie." I turned towred the sound of the voice, and saw another mare standing behind me. She seemed agitated. "I need to sharpen my pencil." I looked and saw that I was blocking her way, and moved aside. Three other mares giggled in the corner. I mumbled a quick apology and headed to my seat. (sorry it's so long.)

"I heard her Mom's gone insane." Lies. "Really? I heard Chrisanthimum is some sort of escaped convict and the only reason she's here is to avoid being killed." All Lies. "She's so creepy." No one here knew the real me. "I wonder if she has any friends." I was just a figure in the distance, barley visable. I was only known by rumors, nopony cared to talk to me directly. "She's such a loner, I wonder if she'll ever make friends." Oh yes, my horrid nickname. "The loner." I guess nopony realizes that it is partially their fault that I have faded into the shadows. For years it was like this, but suddenly up sprung others like me. I realized I was not alone. My name is Crysanthimum Cynara, and this is our story. --- Rules: 1. No alicorns. Please. 2. Love and Tolerate. 3. All OCss MUST BE outcasts 4. Please use READABLE grammar. Use quotations when speaking and captions when Out of Charecter. OOC link: http://mlpforums.com/topic/120261-the-outcasts-ooc/?p=3453065

@@nx9100,@, Gothic Sketch ducked into the Hayburger. She was relieved now that she was finally away from ponies, but frustrated that they had seen her terrible sketches. After ordering a double hayburger Gothic picked a booth and sat down. She pulled out the sketch from her saddlebags that Tempest had seen. She and Acrylic were drawn as stick figures that had their hooves around one another. Gothic sighed, displeased with herself and thought of Acryic's sketches and how beautiful they always were. They probably don't even thunk I'm a real artist, just a fake.

"That's,um...my twin sister. Acrylic Sketch." She quickly grabs the sketch, emmbereced that Tempest had seen her awful handywork. Gothic's stomech moaned. She would have to get lunch soon or else she would get seriously moody. So she quickly stuffed the sketch into her saddlebags and trotted off.

Gothic was surprised by Tempest's outburst. Normally only ponies like her sister would stick up for her in times like this. She frowned, not wanting the situation to get worse. "It's Ok, really I'm used to it." Gothic glared at the pony. "Nevertheless, you shouldn't just go around insulting ponies."

@, Gothic mumbled a quick thank you to Tempest and helped herself up. She was lucky the pony hadn't seen any of her sketches. Sketching-a thing she was very poor at, unlike painting which was something she excelled at. But the thing was you had to sketch your idea before you actually painted it, or at least that how Gothic did things. Did she really not see them though? Gothic wondered. @@nx9100, In her haste to exit Gothic Sketch whirled around and nearly bumped into Ravage. Gothic's checks burned with red as she tried to maintain her 'cool' appearance. Failing, Gothic brushed a strand of her wavy brown hair away that had somehow found it's way into her mouth.

Gothic Sketch frowned at what she saw. Sure she had blended the colors expertly and the painting itself didn't look sketchy. The painting was a self portrait of her and her twin sister Acrylic Sketch, a present for her on their upcoming birthdays next week. Gothic scanned the painting with her light red eyes. Gothic let out a sigh of annoyance still feeling like she was forgetting something, and lifted a paintbrush dipped in black paint to sign it. Gothic wrapped the painting in wrapping paper then hit it. She then grabbed her sketching pencils & sketchbook and headed outside, not to far away from Tempest. Gothic liked to get it two or more sketches before she headed off to lunch. As she trotted on, she accidentally tripped over a stone in a the grass. She fell to the ground and her things went tumbeling evreywhere.

I'm thinking that I really want to post my famfic