A Blue Fire, a My Little Pony Friendship is Magic fanfiction.

Disclaimer: Before you yell at me, I shall say the proper crap who belongs to who.

My Little Pony FiP belongs to Hasbro I believe. And Em belongs to meeeeee.

But all other ponies...?

...

Yeah... they belongs to Hasbro too. If only I could own Derpy... ;n;

Chapter One: A Firey Desert

'Ello. I live at Liverpool. No, it's a place where mud colored water filled with liver is. It's a bloody town. Get it right.

Of course, my life isn't perfect though. I got the most common name in the world and I despise it. But everyone I know just calls me Em.

So, where does my story start exactly? Oh, erm, let me remember when I still human. I was teased by everyone for being different. In different I mean by being a rebel and being sarcastic and actually think for once. I'm surrounded by idiots but they treat me like a moron.

I trudge a lot in the hallways before someone screams in a disgusting joy as they push me over and then I get trampled alive by other people. Sometimes, I just... wish that I could get away from it all. But I'm being suicidal or anything. I'd never give up. I'm a fighter and I always will be. Also stubborn. A bit too stubborn to be blunt. It's my main downfall.

But let's turn that negative into a positive. I'm not stubborn, I'm just really, really determined.

Hm...

That sounds right.

But then suddenly someone pulls me back to reality when Savanna yanks as hard as she possibly could on my wavy brunette hair. I grunted in suprise as she pulled me to the ground. I looked up at her chocolate brown eyes and sandy brown hair. Her perfect baby face seemed to be glowing with satisfaction.

"Why can't you just go away?" She asked letting me go. I felt my face scrape the concrete when my books flew out of my arms. Blood coated the ground and rocks were scattered across my cheeks.

"Because I'm just a figment of your imagination." I said snidely as I pulled back on my blue glasses.

"You're insane." She scoffed as she pushed her shoe against my back.

I grinned and beared the weight of her heavy shoe. "I'm not insane. My reality is just a lot different from yours."

Then she pushed my face back down on the already bloody concrete. I felt my glasses shatter and I shut my eyes protecting myself the best I can from the shards. I'm a fighter. I'm a fighter, I'm a fighter.

"Why do you keep resisting people all the time, Emnoob?" Hissed Savanna letting the weight of the world off my back. I lay there facedown in the sidewalk. I didn't want to give in. Not...

Not q-quite yet...

I stood up and let my glasses frames stay on the ground. I whirled around to face Savanna. She looked shocked as I swiped my leg underneath her unsuspecting foot. She shreiked as I wiped the smile off her face. Her eyes were as wide as saucers and filled with pain when she was knocked to the ground. I got down and set my sneaker on her stomach. She oofed and stared up at me.

I didn't say anything as I picked up a branch off the ground. Then I stopped myself.

The voices told me to swing the branch down on her neck and to break it. The voices always annoyed me. For the most part, I've learned to block them out. But sometimes they wriggle back into my mind like a persistant worm that wanted to so desperately reach the air after stuffing itself on an apple.

"Look at Em, go!"

I turned around and spotted a crowd of boys and girls. Even some college kids. I blushed and got off of Savanna, throwing my stick back onto that lawn I found it on.

"I'm s-sorry." I stuttered. No doubt that she was going to tattle to everyone in the school and tell the teachers. Then it'll get to my parents.

Ugh, I hate my life.

"Don't be." Savanna said suprisingly. "I totally had it coming. But you also have it coming. It's all good." I stepped back. Did she just smirk?

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"Em! What the hell is this all about!?" Shreiked my dad waving the medical report in my face. I didn't move.

"You need to pull yourself together before you get suspended!" He continued ranting on and on while I tuned him out.

I need friends. I need to be accepted. I sighed and looked out the window as he droned on and on. I want to get away so badly. So bloody badly.

My dad pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed. "Just... go to your room."

I nodded and obidiently went to my blue bathed room. Icy blue and cobalt was in every little spot you'd see on the walls.

I plopped into my bed, deciding to not take my medication.

I want the voices to come.

At least I'll have someone to talk to.