“Mister Wind, can you tell us the story on how you got your cutie mark?” Sweetie Belle asked.

“Yeah mister, will ya’ll?” Asked Apple Bloom.

“Yeah will you?” Scootaloo inquired.

“Well, okay, it all started in my flight school of Trottenham…” I began.

“Okay, cadets, today is the last week of Flight school, so study hard for the test this Thursday. Good luck to all of you.” Mrs. Mane told us.
As we left the hall, I encountered the usual bullies bullying May Mare. They still bullied her, even though Blazewing had stopped them. But, alas, Blazewing dropped out of flight school, so there was no one to protect May. I approached the bullies, and shouted,

“Hey you two, just because BW isn’t here anymore, don’t mean you get to bully May!”
The bullies turned towards me,

“Ohhh look, its blank flank. Here to blind us with your blank flank?” said the fattest. I couldn’t be bothered to learn their names.

“Just because I don’t have a cutie mark, doesn’t mean I ain’t different from you!” I replied.

“Ohhh look who getting cocky! Okay, I challenge you to a race!” Said the fattest.

“Fine! I win, you leave May alone!” I said, “You win…”

“- You be my slave until the rest of the school years!” Shouted the tallest.
I thought about this, being there slave for 3 more years… though, if I DO lose, which I doubt, I’ll just drop out of school…

“I accept!” I cried, boldly.

“Fine, tomorrow, 12:40 pm, be there.” The fattest one warned me.

The rest of the day went past quite quickly. Before I knew it, it was 12:40 pm, Tuesday. There stood the tallest one, getting ready for the upcoming race. I had my blue made slicked back and put on my goggles. Victorihoof stood on a cloud in the middle of the air.

“Ready… set… GO!”
Me and… let’s call him bully, anyway, me and bully were head-and-head, but I was winning by a nose. We zoomed around the track, but then he started beating me. In all my haste to beat him, I accidently swerved of course into a thundercloud. The immediate shock blasted me my across the track, I caught up with Bully, and that spark gave me more energy, more than him, so I beat him by a fraction of a nose.

“Wahoo!!!” Everypony shouted as they picked me up and carried me to the winners’ celebration party. The whole party zoomed by as fast as that storm cloud sent me. And then, pop! I looked at my flank, and there was my cutie mark! A storm cloud with a thunderbolt underneath it.

“… and that’s how I earned my cutie mark, girls!” I finished.

“Good story, Storm!” Applebloom exclaimed.

“Are you kidding? It was awesome if anything!” Scootaloo replied with stars in her eyes.

“All in all, mister Wind, it was good/awesome/20% cooler story!” Exclaimed Sweetie Belle.

“Ha-ha, well, good luck finding your OWN cutie mark!” I said, as the Crusaders trotted away.