I was standing in front of the mirror in my room, looking at myself. I had dirty-blonde hair with a leather jacket on with a white t-shirt underneath. I wore black finger-less gloves, that perfectly matched my leather jacket. I had on blue jeans and black shoes. I heard someone, or somepony walk in.

“Who is it?” I yelled from my room.

“It's Austin.” He yelled back.

I walked out of my room and walked to him. He had brown hair with the face of Piers Nevans (from Resident Evil 6. same haircut, too), a black t-shirt, black jeans, and black-and-white sneakers.

“Hey Austin. How's it going?” I asked, smiling at him.

“Pretty good, Cam.” He replied. “You?”

“Same.” I replied. “How's the others?”

“They're good. They left to get something to eat.” He told me.

“Okay.” I walked out, looking around me. Same old Ponyville, full of joy. Y'know, I wish Earth was this way, instead of a bunch of jerks. You know what I mean? I walked around Ponyville. Then I saw Nick, Andrew, Dillon, and Dominic. I walked to them.

“Hey, Cam!” Andrew said. He was the tallest of the five of us. He had a muscle shirt on with blue jeans and white sneakers. His hair was short and curly. Yeah, I know most of us wear blue jeans. I find it odd, too. I just get used to it.

“Hey, Andrew. What are you guys getting?” I asked them.

“Still deciding on it.” Dillon answered, in his usual quiet tone. He was as tall as my chest. And I am about the height of Andrew's chest! Dillon had on a blue long-sleeved shirt with dark-blue jeans and blue sneakers. His hair was wavy and was high above his eyebrows.

“Yeah, we're not sure.” Dominic spoke up. He was about as tall as Dillon, but an inch smaller. Dominic was the smallest in the group. He has Mexican skin (I had to say it because if I said he was “black-and-white”, you'd think he's a penguin). Dominic has on a black muscle shirt with blue jeans and black sneakers. His hair was blonde and was very short.

“I have food in my house, ya know.” I told them.

“Oh, okay. Didn't know.” Nick replied. Nick was as tall as me. He had a bunch of freckles on his face. He wore a black-and-gold shirt with tan jeans and yellow sneakers. His hair was dark-blonde and was so long that it covered his eyebrows.

“Come on.” I told them, as I walked with them to my house. They walked in.

“Hey Cam, you coming?” I heard Austin ask.

“No thanks. I'll be walking around town.” I told him, and I closed the door. I walked for a while, and decided to sit in an alley to take a break. I saw a few shadows stretch from behind and turned around. They looked like the diamond dogs, but weren't really “diamond”, if you know what I mean. They were just normal (not ordinary) dogs. They walked to me.

“Need a haircut, kid?” He said, as he slowly began to walk from me. I slowly backed off, feeling very threatened. He sounded menacing. Then suddenly, one of his friends tackled me and pinned me down. I struggled and tried to break free, but to no avail. The same dog pulled out a switchblade and held it to my throat.

“How about a nice haircut right here?” He said, as he smiled. I began to yell and shout, for anyone. I heard one of them say “Shut him up, for Celestia's sake! Shut him up!”, and I felt a handkerchief being shoved in my mouth, muffling my screams. I closed my eyes tight, hoping this will stop. But I heard fast footsteps, with shouts and swears. I opened my eyes, and saw all five of my friends on top of a vehicle they came from, grabbing the dogs from the windows and trying to pull them out. But the dogs began to drive away, and my friends ran to me.

“Holy hell, Cam!” Austin grabbed me. I looked at him.

“Wh-What's wrong?” I asked him. He pointed to my throat. I lightly touched my throat with my fingers, and held my fingers in front of me. My fingers had blood smeared on them. I saw Andrew kneel down before me.

“Cameron, did they pull a blade on you?” He asked me, sounding very worried.

“Yeah.” I nodded, looking away, trying to hold back tears. Never, in my life, have I been jumped.

“Hey.” Andrew said quietly, as he turned my head at him. He put his hand on my shoulder. “It's okay. They won't hurt you anymore.”

They carried me inside and cleaned me up. Hopefully, those dogs will leave me alone.