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!!cJ4MGVqvOKw 09/03/11(Sat)15:03 No.29333797>>29333312 Ambushed by the swing set, cornered in the corner of the schoolyard, stopped at the gates, it didn't matter where Lyra went or what she'd done. Every day was the same - bullies. Bullies everywhere. Big, mean, stupid foals that kept harassing her and making her cry. Stupid meanyheads.
Today was no different. This time they'd grabbed her on the way out of class and dragged her over to a darkened spot on the edge of the older ponies' playground, where no one could see them. Hidden by a tattered, patchy awning, drab and colourless enough to seem nondescript, they started laying into her again, barrages of hooves and cruel words making her want to break into tears.
"Blank flank!" The first whispered harshly, jabbing her in the stomach. "Stupid blank flank can't even sit like a normal pony!"
"Yeah!" With a ferocious, albeit hushed, growl, the second colt bucked her legs, and she fell, sprawled out on the floor in a haze of pain. Her vision felt blurry.
She was crying, again. Why wouldn't they just leave her alone?
"Weak little Lyra!" sang a voice from behind the other two colts, a filly a year older than her. "Can't do anything right! What a loser!"
"Yeah, you little runt! Bet your unicorn magic can't help you now, can it?" A glob of saliva, spat by the first of the three ponies, hit her in the forehead like a stone. The following splash of ice-cold water, thrown at her by the filly, was enough to make her rage boil again, but she didn't have the strength to stand or to fight back.
All she had were her tears. What could she, a dumb little blank-flank weakling, mundane and useless, ever hope to do to three big, stupid ponies like them?
"Leave me alone!" she whimpered, struggling to breathe under the force of their stares. "Just go away!"
"Look at her," the filly chuckled, a serpentine sound that filled Lyra with fear. "She's too green, isn't she?"
"Yeah," the boys grunted in unison, followed by ugly snorts. |