Emerald Heart

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

@, "I wish you luck on this. But I ust warn you to only do these experiments alone, and tell no other about it. Some vampires are so desperate to become human they would hunt you down and drink whatever you made, unfinished or not. Even though I do wish to become human, I would not want to attack my friend."

"Alchemy?" Bloodrose questioned him as he grabbed onto him for support. "What will that help?" Bloodrose didn't know anything about Alchemy. All she knew there was nothing of this world that would cure a vampiric bite. Bloodrose walked him the rest of the way to the castle. Where Wolf, Renegade, and Tempest where waiting.

"Oh, thank you sir." She said in a whisper. "But I must find Plum, you see-" she gestured to the large package on her back. "Do you-um, no where she is?" Every time she spoke her voice got smaller and smaller. She looked around the room, it too was decorated for this time of year. The guests were dancing to Hearth's Warming tunes like 'United Not Divided' and 'O Woeful Night.'

"Oh, Okay." She began to walk faster to catch up with him. "I think it's sweet-how much you've been protecting me. I admire your determination for a cure. But I mut tell you, there is no such thing. Human doctors have been trying to develop one for generations with no luck. But-" She grabbed his hoof. "We'll get through this together, Okay?"

A unicorn the color of icy blue was approaching the festive bakery right at this momment. Her mane was wavy and white as the winters snow. Her tail, the same color-was held back in a light pink ponytail. The snow outside reigned down harshly but the mare did not seem affected. "Oh, I hope I'm not late." The mare, also known as Freezia Banks said aloud to herself. She pushed the door open and trotted inside. A bell jingled above when the door hit it.

"That was close. Are you OK, Equinox?" She asked once the hunters had left. The litter coloer she had was coming back to her face. "They said they were going to come back. If that's the case we better be prepared. We have to protect Tempest and the others." Bloodrose said, looking determined. Suddenly she locked eyes with Equinox, and her cheecks pinkend.