A couple of days later, me and Andrew were on our way to Sweet Apple Acres. He was trying to make his move on Applejack, and he needed me to warn him if Big Mac ever comes by. As I was standing outside of Applejack's house--looking for any sign of Big Mac--I saw Apple Bloom walking by. I noticed that she had a sad look on her face, so I asked her, "Hey Apple Bloom, something wrong?"

"Oh nothin'."

"Well something must be wrong if you're having a sad look on your face."

"Well, I'm kinda bein' bullied at school."

"Who's bullying you?"

"Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon."

"I don't think I remember meeting those two."

"No, you haven't. But chances are you wouldn't like 'em anyway."

"Can't argue with that, but why are they bullying you, exactly?"

"Because I'm a Blank Flank."

"What the Hell's a Blank Flank?"

"Me."

"And what exactly makes you a Blank Flank?"

"Do ya see this?" she showed me her butt for some strange reason.

Not knowing what she's expecting from me, I decided to just point out the obvious. "Um...that's your butt."

"Yes, I know that. But don't ya notice anything different about it?"

"No, it just looks like an ordinary butt to me."

She then let out an annoyed sigh as she bluntly shout out, "IT DOESN'T HAVE A CUTIE MARK!"

"What the Hell's a Cutie Mark?"

"Did ya ever notice those little markings on my sister's flank?"

Now that she mentioned it, I actually do remember seeing markings on the ponies' butts. Applejack had little apples on her butt, Rarity had diamonds, Fluttershy had butterflies, Twilight had a pink star, Rainbow Dash had a lightning rainbow, and Pinkie Pie had balloons. I've actually noticed them right on the first day when we came to Equestria, but decided not to mention them. You're probably thinking that it was a complete dick move to just make you wait and mention this bit of information at the last second, but I'm an unreliable narrator, so what could you possibly expect?

Anyway, I then said to her, "That's what those markings were? I thought they were just tattoos."

"What's a tattoo?" asked Apple Bloom.

"A tattoo is a little mark that we humans like to put on our bodies. There are tempory ones, and permanent ones. And trust me, you do not want the permanent ones; they hurt like Hell."

"Well I wish that I have a permanent mark on my flank right about now."

"What's so special about these Cutie Marks anyway?"

"Cutie Marks are suppose to show what yer special talent is."

"And what's your special talent?"

"That's just it, I don't know! But if I don't get my Cutie Mark any sooner, then I'll keep gettin' bullied."

While we were having this conversation, I failed to notice Big Mac walking by. A couple of seconds later, Andrew comes out, takes me by the shoulder, and says, "It was nice talking to you, Applejack. Bye." When we were far away from Sweet Apple Acres, he then said to me, "Jeffrie, what the Hell?! You're suppose to warn me when Big Mac comes!"

"Oh, sorry Andrew," I apologized to him, "it's just that me and Apple Bloom were talking, and I guess I just got a little distracted."

"Well the next time we go there, you better warn me when he comes."

Later that night, as I was laying on my bed, I was beginning to have the strangest dream. Only it was more of a flashback than an actual dream. I'd found myself in the house of some kid that I went to school with; I was probably eleven years old at the time. Anyway, the reason being why I was at that kid's house was because she was having a birthday party. This was during the fourth grade, which meant that she had to automatically invite everyone in her class--even if she didn't like them. During the party, the birthday girl and some other kids were having some kind of conversation; I was never good when it came to socializing, but I was in the same class as them, so a bit of me was hoping that they would let me join in.

But the second I walked up to them and opened my mouth, I was soon going to regret it. They stopped talking and just stared at me with their contempful gazes. One of them finally said, "Were we talking to you?" I remained silent. "WERE WE TALKING TO YOU?"

I timidly told them, "N-no."

"Then mind your own business!" the birthday girl's parents then finally brought out the cake, and right when she blew off those candles, I was back in my room.

Afterwards, me and Andrew went back to Sweet Apple Acres. Andrew went inside Applejack's house to try to confess his feelings to her--again--while I stood outside, looking for Big Mac. As I was looking, I saw Apple Bloom coming back from school--with an even sadder expression on her face. I said to her, "Hey Apple Bloom, you had a good day at school?"

"No," she told me, "Diamond Tiara picked on me again. And it was worse than yesterday."

I was beginning to feel a tad bit sorry for Apple Bloom. I really hate it when people are being bullied. I've always wanted to try some of that anti-bully stuff ever since I saw that Bully documentary; maybe now can be my chance to do something like that. I then told Apple Bloom, "Now look here Apple Bloom, you don't seem to be using your head about this Diamond Tiara. You act as if you don't have any brains at all."

"I too have brains!"

"Then why don't you use them? Next time you're at school, don't go anywhere near this Diamond Tiara; then she won't make fun of you, and you won't get picked on. See?"

I then walked over to an apple tree and picked an apple. As I was doing this, Apple Bloom told me, "Oh Jeffrie, you just don't understand, that's all."

I don't understand? How could she say something like that? Would I be giving her advice on avoiding bullies if I didn't understand? As much as I felt offended by what Apple Bloom said to me, I just told her, "Well your head ain't made out of straw, ya know."

As I took a bite out of the apple, I nearly chocked the second I saw Big Mac walking into the house! The second I rushed in to warn Andrew, he was pushing me out of the house and said to Applejack, "Been nice talking to you, bye!" and when we were far away from Sweet Apple Acres, he said to me, "Jesus Christ, Jeffrie, again?! Seriously?!"

"Oh, sorry Andrew," I apologized again, "That Big Mac must be part Predator or something; he just blends in with the background."

"OK Jeffrie, let's go over this again: when you see Big Mac coming, you text me. Got it?"

The following night, I found myself going through another flashback. This time I've gone up to twelve and am now in the fifth grade. It was P.E. time, and we were all having to run laps. As I was running, a gang of three boys would kick me in the leg as they ran past me. After that, we were now having to play some sort of sword fight game with foam sticks. Even though the coach said not to hit in the eyes, the same gang I mentioned before would hit me in the eyes anyway--and yet the coach did nothing to stop it. When recess finally came, I was a bit happy to hang around with my best friend, Manuel. We would usually play around the playground or just dig the sand up, but just when I thought this day couldn't get any worse, that gang soon came to forever ruin it.

The leader told my friend, "Hey Manuel, kick him in the leg."

And literally for no reason, he goes ahead and does it! My own friend just did what they said without any hesitation, and didn't feel any regret about it. Eventually they would all join in to kick me. And after being betrayed by my best friend, I finally fought back.

But the second I laid a hand on them, I was immediatley dragged away by the teacher as she scolded at me. "Jeffrie, you come inside right now!" and as I was being dragged into the portable, the gang--and my used to be friend--each gave me a smug look that basically said that they won.

The teacher had sat me down and started to give me the same lecture as before. "You're in big trouble, young man! You should know better than to be fighting people!"

"But they always do this sort of thing to me everyday," I tried to reason with her, "and you do nothing about it!"

"I don't know what you're talking about; those boys wouldn't hurt a fly."

"Well they have no problem hurting me, that's for sure!"

"You watch you're mouth, unless you want me to send you to the principal's office!"

But luckilly I didn't have to face the principal's wrath; for I had finally woken up.

After that, me and Andrew had again went to Sweet Apple Acres--because third time's the charm as they always say. While he was off to--once again--fail at courting Applejack, I was just standing outside, with my cellphone in hand, waiting for the expected arrival of Big Mac. Instead of Big Mac, I once again only saw Apple Bloom coming back from school. Seeing as how Big Mac isn't around, I'd figured that a quick chat wouldn't hurt.

"Hey Apple Bloom, so...did you try to stay away from Diamond Tiara?"

"I did," she told me, "but then she found me and started pickin' on me again."

OK, apparently hiding didn't work, so I decided to go with a different tactic. "Listen Apple Bloom, are you really gonna let this Diamond Tiara intimidate you the rest of your life? She doesn't seem like anything to be afraid of; have a little courage, that's all."

"I ain't afraid of her."

"Then next time when she's making fun of you, just walk up to her and punch her in the mouth. That oughta shut her up."

"Ya mean I should fight her?"

"Don't think of it as a fight, just think of it as: you standing your ground, or you showing her who's boss, or you letting her know that you're not afraid of her. Because if this Diamond Tiara were to get a taste of your wrath, then I'm pretty sure she'll think twice before she bullies you again."

As I was telling her this, I once again failed to notice that Big Mac was going inside the house (I'm starting to think that he just purposely waits for me to start talking to Apple Bloom so he could catch Andrew making the moves on his sister). I quickly texted a warning as fast as possible. But right when I clicked send, Andrew took me by the shoulder and was like, "Bye!" and when we were away, he once again gave me a stern talk. "Dammit Jeffrie, that's the third time you forgot to warn me about Big Mac!"

"I texted you, didn't I?"

He then took out his cellphone and he read the warning out loud, "Hey Andrew, Big Mac's coming, wanted to let you know." He put his cellphone back in his pocket. "You were talking to Apple Bloom again, weren't you? Well you need to stop that, and focus on more important things! Do you even have any fucking idea what Big Mac would do if he caught me makin' a move on his sister? He might rip my balls off or something!"

I was starting to get tired of Andrew's selfish attitude, so I told him, "Look, if you're so worried about losing your God damn balls, then why don't you ask Jonathan to help?"

"Because he's too busy trying to make his move on Twilight."

He then pointed at Jonathan standing on Twilight's door step, while spraying Axe spray all over his body. I was like, "Oh yeah, he's not the only one with a pony fetish."

Andrew ignored that comment and instead told me, "Look, you're my friend, which is why I'm giving you one last chance...one."

When nightfall had finally come, I soon found myself having to experience another flashback. This one, I consider to be my personal worst. I was now in sixth grade and had gone up to the age of thirteen. During English, I asked my teacher if I could go to the bathroom. Now that I was in middle school, you'd probably think that the worst was finally behind me. But they were only just beginning.

As soon as I came back, everyone was suddenly silent. All the students were just snickering as the teacher told me, "Say Jeffrie, I never noticed that you look like Mr. Bean."

As soon as that name was uttered, all the students sudenly took out pictures of that idiot making a stupid face and were practically shoving them right in my face! As they were all laughing, and laughing, and laughing, a bit of me wanted to show them all that I'm not to be treated as such. But after realizing how completely powerless I am, I had no choice but to allow the humiliation to soak in. When I finally woke up from that traumatic experience, I coulda sworn that I felt tears rolling down my cheek.

Me and Andrew were on our way to Sweet Apple Acres, to once again try to accomplish Andrew's neverending quest to woo Applejack. As we were getting closer, we saw Applejack walking by. So Andrew said, "Hey Applejack, what's going on?"

"Oh nothin'," said Applejack, "just goin' over ta Apple Bloom's school."

"Why, what's wrong?" I asked.

"She got in trouble."

"What did she do?"

"She got into a fight, and now I gotta go talk ta her teacher."

I was beginning to worry about Apple Bloom, so I told Applejack, "Why don't you let me do it for you?"

She and Andrew were both like, "What?!"
"
Yeah, why not?" I said. "You probably have a lot of work to do, so why don't I go talk to Apple Bloom's teacher for you?"

"Why thank ya, Jeffrie," said Applejack, "that's mighty kind of ya."

As I was walking away, I could hear Andrew muttering under his breath, "Jeffrie, what're you doing?! You gotta stay and protect my balls from Big Mac!"

When I finally came to the said school, I noticed that it looked like one of those small schools from the 50's (and by 50's I mean the 1850's, not the 1950's). Anyway, I walked into the school and there sat Apple Bloom--all pouty face like. I went up to her and said, "Hey Apple Bloom, why a long face?" I was hoping that would cheer her up, but it seemed to have only irritated her. "So...Applejack told me that you got into a fight."

"E'yup." Is it me, or does everybody in Big Mac's family just reply that way?

Never mind, let's just focus on the story. "So what happened?"

Apple Bloom then gave me the details. "Well, Diamond Tiara started ta pick on me again, so I did what ya told me and punched her in the mouth."

"Ah, that's great!"

"Great, great?! I got in trouble because of you!"

"Well, how about if..."

"No, I don't want ta hear anymore of yer advice! Your advice is anythin' but helpful! All ya did was get me in trouble! I never wanna speak ta you again!" she then stormed out of the school.

I just stood there all dumb-strucked; I was thinking to myself, what the fuck just happened?! Here I was just trying to help a kid with a bully problem, and now she doesn't want to speak to me again!

As I was just standing there, I heard a door open and some voice said, "Oh hello Jeffrie, surprised to see you here." I turned around and saw that it was none other than Cheerilee--you know, that teacher pony that me and the guys met at that welcome party that Pinkie Pie had.

Anyway, I then said to her, "Oh, hey Cheerilee. Mind if we talk?"

"Well of course." I went into her classroom, and it just looks like any other classroom that you're bound to find an elementary school. As I took a seat, Cheerilee said, "You know Jeffrie, I would really appreciate it if you and your friends would come to my class and tell my students all the things about your world."

"That's not why I'm here," I got to the point. "It's about Apple Bloom."

"Oh yes, she got into a fight this morning."

"Do you know why she got into that fight?"

"No, why did she?"

"You tell me; because for the past three days, Apple Bloom has been telling me that she keeps getting bullied by some little punk called Diamond Tiara! And she picks on her just because she doesn't have a little mark on her butt!"

"You mean a Cutie Mark?"

"Yes, I do mean a Cutie Mark. But that's not the point; the point is, what did you do to Diamond Tiara?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well if Apple Bloom had got in trouble for being involved in a fight, then that means Diamond Tiara got in trouble as well."

"Actually, she didn't get into any trouble."

"And why's that?"

"Because her little friend, Silver Spoon, came and told me everything."

"And what might I ask that her little dipshit of a lackey told you?"

"That Diamond Tiara was the victim of a fight that she never started."

After letting out a Buzz Killington sigh, I said to Cheerilee, "I'm sorry, but did you just say that she was the victim?"

"Yes."

"And did you also say that she didn't start the fight?"

"Yes."

"Wow Cheerilee, I mean wow. I've had my fair share of horrible teachers, but I never thought that you'd be one of them."

"Why do you say that?"

"Because obviously you're too much of a damn fool to tell the difference between a bully and a victim! And how can you possibly believe that Diamond Tiara didn't start the fight? Was it because Apple Bloom made the first hit?"

"Well, yes. I mean Diamond Tiara never laid a hoof on Apple Bloom; so it's plain to see that Apple Bloom was responsible for this."

"Oh my God, Cheerilee, I swear that you must be a bigger fool than Derpy."

"Well how can Apple Bloom not be the one who started the fight?"

"Because if you had been witnessing the whole entire envent, and not just half of it--which you should've been doing in the first place--you would've realized that it was Diamond Tiara who started that fight."

"And how do you know all this?"

"Because Apple Bloom told me! Face it Cheerilee, Diamond Tiara had started that fight the second she opened her mouth and said 'Blank Flank'. Which means that Apple Bloom punching her was an act of self-defense. But what really pisses me off, is the fact that you didn't punish Diamond Tiara. I mean what kind of a teacher would punish a victim instead of a bully? As a teacher, it is your duty to make sure that these kids are being educated and respectful towards each other."

"Hey, don't tell me how to do my job! I can't always be there to witness what my students are doing behind my back."

"Yeah, you teachers are all the same; you like to make your students think that you'll be there for them, but when they need you the most, you just turn your backs on them." As I was about to leave, I told Cheerilee one last thing. "I may not know what this Diamond Tiara looks like, but if I ever do find her, I'll do to her what you should've done."

"And what's that?"

"Give the little brat the punishment that she deserves." and with that said, I left the school and went back to the house.

The second I came through that door, Andrew had got up in my face and said, "What the fuck, man?! WHAT THE FUCKING FUCK?! I finally had the one chance to confess my feelings to Applejack, with 100% protection, and you just ditch me! Some friend you are! And thanks to you, I just made a complete fool of myself in front of Applejack! Now she's going to think that I'm some kind of dork, and it's all your fault!"

He was beginning to push me too far; I have my limits, and he decided to make the un-wise decision of going over them. Which is why I grabbed him by the neck and slammed him against the wall! I then decided to give him what he's been giving me for the past three days. "Listen here you selfish prick, I'm starting to get sick and tired of this new attitude of yours! Now I have more important things to worry about than your hopeless love life! And why are you so worried about losing your balls? You don't even have any balls for Big Mac to rip off! Just like how you don't have the balls to tell Applejack how you really feel about her!" I then let go of him and went straight to my room.

The second I slammed the door to my room, Jonathan said to Andrew, "What's all that about?"

Andrew--to the best of his knowledge--told him, "Eh, somethin' about Apple Bloom gettin' bullied."

"Oh yeah, that's the probably the main reason why I'm glad to be finished with school. But I don't see why Jeffrie should be concerned with it; he's a pretty tough guy."

"Yeah, I mean it's not like he'd ever let anybody push him around or treat him like shit."

As the day came to an end, I was about to find myself in one of the most unusual nightmares imaginable. Everything around me was dark, I couldn't see anything so I didn't bother to move from my current environment. I then started to hear someone crying; I suddenly saw a beam of light, and under that light was Apple Bloom. As I got closer and closer, I got a good glimpse at Apple Bloom's eyes that were practically over flowing with tears.

"What's wrong?" I asked her.

She sniffled a little as she said, "Why didn't you help me?"

"What do you mean?"

"Diamond Tiara picked on me again, and you did nothing ta stop it."

"Well Apple Bloom, I'm not always around when you're at school. I know this must be hard for you, but..."

"WHY DIDN'T YOU HELP ME!" I couldn't think of anything else to say. "I thought you were my friend."

"But I am your friend, Apple Bloom." I assured her, "I'd always..."

"Get away from me! I never wanna see you again!"

She then ran into the darkness, leaving me in the middle of the light. "Apple Bloom, wait!" I tried to run after her, but my feet were suddenly glued to the floor.

Then a voice cried out, "Why don't you mind your own business?!"

I looked around, but saw nothing but darkness. "Nobody wants to talk to you!"

"You still here?!"

"You'll never have friends!"

"You're pathetic!"

"Freak!"

"Loser!"

"Mr. Bean!"

As these voices kept mocking me, I found myself crying, "Help! Somebody help me! Why won't you stop?! STOP!" I then found myself back in my room. But throughout the night, I would shed tears of my own.

Seeing as how I blew my last chance, Andrew decided to have Jonathan look out for him instead. Since I had nothing else to do, I decided to just roam around Ponyville. I really wanted to try to patch things up with Apple Bloom, but there was no way that I could--what with her not wanting to talk to me and all. Seeing as how that I'm having a bit of a problem, I decided that the only place for me to go to would be Twilight's place.

As I entered, Twilight said, "Oh hi Jeffrie, what brings you here?"

"Oh not much," I said, "just having a bit of a problem."

"Oh really, what kind of problem?"

"Well, for the past four days, Apple Bloom has been getting bullied at school just because she doesn't have a Cutie Mark. I've been trying my best to help her with her problem, but it just keeps getting worse. It's gotten so worse that she now hates me and doesn't want to speak to me again."

"Why were you trying to help her in the first place?"

"I don't know, I guess it's because I feel her pain."

"What do you mean?"

"I was also bullied; you might not believe it, but from elementary all the way to middle school, I've been bullied. And it was a living Hell for me when I was her age."

"What exactly did those bullies do to you?"

"It's not worth repeating; the point is that I know how Apple Bloom feels, and I just don't want her to experience the misery that I had to experience."

"So...you're being empathetic towards her?"

"I have Asperger's Syndrome, Twilight, empathy is something I can never feel."

"Well guess what, you're feeling empathy right now. You see Jeffrie, empathy is when you know exactly how a person feels. And if you had the same problem that she's having when you were her age, that means that you're feeling empathy towards her."

"Wow, I guess I'm just feeling it for the first time."

"Yes. Now as for her hating you, I'm sure she didn't mean it. We all tend to say things we never mean to say when we're having bad days. Why don't we go find her?"

We were practically searching all over Ponyville for Apple Bloom. We then got word from Rainbow Dash that she was at Sugarcube Corner, helping Pinkie Pie make cupcakes for some party. The second we went inside, Pinkie Pie was like, "Hey Twilight and Jeffrie, me and Apple Bloom just made some delicious cupcakes! Wanna try them?"

She then presented us with a plate full of burnt cupcakes. Twilight's refusal was subtle, but mine was more like this, "No thanks, I already had a huge bag of charcoal for breakfast."

I was hoping that would make Apple Bloom laugh, but it didn't. She just looked at me all angry like, like she did yesterday. I didn't see any point in talking to her--even though she wasn't going to speak to me anyway--so I just left the kitchen and attended the party.

I was sitting at some table all by myself, drinking Coke. Twilight sat next to me and said, "Hey Jeffrie, why a long face?"

I looked at her and said, "Twilight, that only works when me, Jonathan, or Andrew say it to you or any other pony."

"I thought that it's how you humans ask somepony why they're sad?"

"No Twilight, it's a horse joke. Get it, because you ponies have long faces?" I placed my hand on my face and extended it away, so that it'll look like that I have a muzzle.

Twilight looked at me in an annoyed manner and said, "Oh, now I get it."

After a long silence, I asked her, "So...what were you and Apple Bloom talking about?"

"She wanted me to use my magic to give her her Cutie Mark, but it didn't work. So why didn't you say anything to her?"

"Twilight, that charcoal joke was suppose to make her laugh, and it didn't. She just looked at me all angry like, and that was probably one of the funniest jokes that I've ever told in my life. She hates me; plain and simple."

Around that time, Andrew, Jonathan, and Applejack came in and sat with us. Andrew said to me, "Listen Jeffrie, I'm sorry if I've been a bit of a pain for the past four days. I was just having some really bad days. You understand, right?"

"Yeah sure, apology accepted." I never did like it when me or any of my friends would argue, so if they was ever a chance to end it, I'd always go for it. Everything was going just fine...that is until the music stopped playing and everybody gasped. "Why's everything so quiet?"

Applejack pointed at something, and that something turned out to be Apple Bloom. She was in the middle of the room, and she was being confronted by two ponies--about her age. One was gray, had pigtails, and was wearing big, dorky glasses. The other one was pink, and on her head stood a diamond tiara! The thought then occured to me that those two were the ones who were bullying Apple Bloom. At first, it was a little assumption, that is until the both of them opened their mouths and cried out, "Blank Flank! Blank Flank! Blank Flank!"

Yep, it's them. At first I didn't want to get involved because I thought it might makes things worse; so I decided to wait for somebody else to do something about it. Only nobody else did do anything about it. OK, what is wrong with these ponies? First they don't do anything when Spike almost drowns, and now they don't do anything when a kid's getting bullied. And I thought our world was dark and cruel.

I turned to Applejack, Twilight, and the guys and said, "Isn't anyone going to stop those two?" they remained silent. "Applejack, they're picking on your sister. Go defend her!" she still remained silent. At this point, I wasn't going to wait any longer. Nobody was ever there for me when I was bullied, but God dammit I'm going to be there for Apple Bloom! So I told them, "You know what, screw all of you! I'm helping Apple Bloom."

As I left the table, I could hear Twilight say, "No Jeffrie, don't interfere!"

And I heard Jonathan telling her, "Too late."

When I heard Diamond Tiara shout out "Blank Flank!" for the millionth time, I got out of the crowd, stood beside Apple Bloom, stomped my foot on the ground and cried out, "Diamond Tiara! Diamond Tiara, you knock it off!"

Everybody was aghast--Apple Bloom was the most surprised. The little brat looked at me and said, "Excuse me?"

"Will you just stop it!" I cried. "Apple Bloom is trying to have a good time, and you act like a horses ass! Why are you doing this to her?!"

That little bitch then said to me, "What business is it of yours of how I treat Blank Flanks?"

Her little toady that was called Silver Spoon added, "Yeah, like nopony was talking to you!"

Good lord, Angelica Pickles, Princess Morbucks, and Prince Joffrey couldn't out-brat these two! Anyway, I then said to the little shit-heads, "Why you little punks! Who the Hell do you think you are talking to me that way?! Didn't any of your parents teach you two anything about manners and respect?!"

Diamond Tiara then said, "Look, this isn't your concern, peasant! So why don't you get lost?!"

Silver Spoon added, "Yeah, like beat it Blank Flank lover!"

I then decided to do what their parents have clearly never done; and that was give each of 'em a big slap to the face. Because if there's one thing that Tyrion Lannister taught me, is that the only way to shut up a brat is by slapping it.

After that little shit got a taste of some discipline, she looked at me with a hint of fear as she said, "Y-you just slapped me!"

"You're damn right I slapped ya!" I firmly stated. "You're actin' like a little brat; and the only thing little brats like you deserve is a good smacking!"

"I can't believe this, I just can't believe this. Here I am trying to show everypony my awesome Cutie Mark, and let everypony know how special I am, and you're ruining it!"

"Oh my God, will you shut up about the stupid mark already! It's just a stupid little mark that's on your butt! Who fucking cares?!"

To this, Silver Spoon said, "Everypony should care; I mean Cutie Marks like show how special you really are and..."

"Hey, hey, Silver Spoon, again," I then told her the same thing Elaine Stritch said in Screwed, "WHO CARES?!"

Diamond Tiara then said, "Well what's so special about Blank Flank over there?"

"What the Hell are you calling her Blank Flank for, dumbass?!" I said. "Her name is Apple Bloom!"

"So what?" said Diamond Tiara dismissively. "She's still a Blank Flank."

Somebody in the crowd then said, "You got a problem with Blank Flanks?" I then saw Sweetie Belle and some orange pegasus come out from under a table. The orange pegasus then said, "I said, you got a problem with Blank Flanks?"

To this, Silver Spoon said, "The problem is, I mean, she's like, totally not special."

Sweetie Belle then said, "No, it means she's full of potential."

The orange pegasus added, "It means she could be great at anything. The possibilities are, like, endless."

Sweetie Belle: "She could be a great scientist, or an amazing artist, or a famous writer. She could even be Mayor of Ponyville someday."

The orange pegasus: "And she's not stuck being stuck-up like you two."

Everybody--including me--started laughing. Diamond Tiara was then like, "Hey, this is my party, why are you two on her side?"

"Because..." the orange pegasus and Sweetie Belle showed off their butts, and they were revealed to be blank! I then said, "Wow, looks like it's attack of the Blank Flanks." Jonathan and Andrew both laughed as they were coming by my side.

Diamond Tiara then said, "So what, those Blank Flanks still aren't as special as we are."

"That's actually a good thing that they're not special." I claimed.

"Like, what's so good about not being special?" asked Silver Spoon.

"Do you two even know what special means?"

"Of course we know what it means," claimed Diamond Tiara. "It means that you're better than everypony."

"I know what you think it means," I said, "but do you know what the real definition of special is?" I then started to explain to them about the real definition of "special". "You see Diamond Tiara, back where we come from, we have these humans who were born very stupid. During about the 1800's, they were known as retards. But they don't really like to be called that, so at some point we decided to refer to them as 'special people'. You can say that Derpy is a very special pony."

"Woohoo, I'm special!" Derpy cried while chowing on some muffins.

I looked back at Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon and said, "Now do you understand what I'm telling you two?"

They both had shocked expressions on their faces. Diamond Tiara was like, "No, you don't mean..."

"That's right," I told them, "Everytime you called yourselves 'special', you were really saying that you're both retarded!"

As Jonathan and Andrew both did the Regular Show "OOOOOOH!" Silver Spoon said, "So what, those Blank Flanks are like still losers."

God, she says "like" more than Rainbow Dash says "awesome"! I then decided to tear the little toady apart--in a manner of speaking. "Really, you're the one with the pigtails and dorky glasses and you think they're the losers? Silver Spoon, do you even have any idea what me and the guys here would've done to you if you were at our school?"

"No, like what would you do?"

"Oh I'll tell you what we'd do to you, we'd make your life a living Hell. I can totally see me and the guys calling you stuff like four-eyes or Harry Potter."

Jonathan then shouted, "Expecto Patronum!"

After that reference, I looked at the little shit heads and told them, "So yeah, you'd basically be the losers where we come from. Also, why is your name Silver Spoon? I can understand Diamond Tiara's name, but how did you get your name? Was it because you were born with a silver spoon up your ass, or is it because you were the silver spoon that was up Diamond Tiara's ass?"

As we were all laughing at that insult, the two brats were than like, "Oh yeah, well...SHUT UP!" and then they both ran away while whining like the little bitches that they are.

A couple of minutes later, Apple Bloom, Sweetie Belle, and the orange pegasus were sitting together at a table far away from ours. Applejack then said to me, "Garsh Jeffrie, that was mighty kind of ya ta defend my little sister like that."

Then Twilight said, "Yeah Jeffrie, nopony else would've done something like that."

And Andrew gave me a pat to the shoulder as he said, "Yep, that's our Jeffrie for ya; he's one tough, son of a bitch." I then felt like getting some fresh air, so I left the table and went outside.

When I left, I sat upon an empty park bench that was across from Sugarcube Corner. As I relaxed myself, I heard someone say, "Mind if I sit here with ya?"

I looked down and saw that it was Apple Bloom. "Sure, you can sit here."

As she took her seat, she then said, "I wanted ta thank ya fer standing up fer me."

"Believe me Apple Bloom, if I'd known that you're bully was that much of a bitch, I would've stood up for you right away."

"I know, but what I don't get is why you still defended me?"

"What do ya mean?"

"Well after all that awful stuff that I said ta ya yesterday, why would you still defend me?"

"Because I know how you feel."

"Ya do?"

"Oh yes Apple Bloom, I too was bullied when I was your age. In fact, when you started to bring this stuff up, I was getting nightmares of those days."

"What did they do ta ya?"

"Well they definitely mad it obvious that I wasn't welcome there; whenever I tried to talk to someone, they would tell me to mind my own business. And one kid that I thought was my very best friend would end up turning on me for no reason, and one time they all started to compare me to some british idiot whose name I shall never mention. But the worst part of it all was the teachers would punish me just for standing up for myself. Here I was getting tormented, and the teachers let the bullies get away with it. Those were some hard times for me, Apple Bloom, they made me stop trying to socialize with others, I completely lost all my trust in teachers, and I ended up hating birthday parties. So why did I still defend you despite all the horrible things you said? It's because I didn't want you to go through the same shit that I had to experience."

"But what about Jonathan and Andrew? Surely they were there ta help ya."

"I never met them till the junior and senior years of high school. And they don't know about any of this, Apple Bloom; so far, you're the only one I ever told this stuff to."

Everything was silent for awhile, and then I started to hear Apple Bloom sniffling. "Apple Bloom, what's wrong?"

She looked up to me with tears in her eyes as she said, "Oh nothin', it's just that all that stuff you told me was makin' me wanna cry. Sometimes I wish I can be like you; you never cry."

I started to tear up a little as I told her, "You're never around when I cry."

"What?"

"Oh yes Apple Bloom, I cry; just when nobody's around."

"Do ya ever cry fer me?"

"There's not a day goes by that I shed a tear for you; knowing all of the awful shit that you're having to go through day after day. But I also cry whenever I'm thinking of the horrible stuff you said to me yesterday. Whether I'm awake or asleep, those words still devastate me. It made me feel that I was completely useless. And even if what you said about me was true, I'd still try to help you anyway."

Next thing you know, Apple Bloom wraps her hooves around me and says sobbingly, "Oh Jeffrie, I'm sorry fer what I said ta ya yesterday; I never meant any of that! I should've known that you were just tryin' ta help me!"

I then gave her an assuring hug as I told her, "It's OK Apple Bloom, you were just having some pretty bad days. We all tend to say things we don't mean when we have them." During this emotional moment, the song "You'll be in my Heart" was playing in my head (hey, it was either that, or the corny music that you here in a Full House episode).

Right about that time, Sweetie Belle and the orange pegasus came over and said, "Hey Apple Bloom."

"Oh hi girls." Apple Bloom released her grip from me.

Sweetie Belle then said to me, "Hi Jeffrie."

"Hey Sweetie Belle," I greeted her. "Haven't seen you for awhile."

The orange pegasus then said, "Hey I know you, you're that human who fell out of the sky."

"Yeah, that's me all right. I don't remember meeting you though."

"Oh, I'm Scootaloo."

"Scootaloo, why do they call you that?"

"Because I have a scooter, of course." She then pointed out her scooter for me.

Apple Bloom got off the bench and said, "We love ta stay and chat, but we got ourselves some crusadin' ta do."

"Crusading for what?"

"Fer our Cutie Marks of course. Because..." and they all cried out, "WE'RE THE CUTIE MARK CRUSADERS!"

"Cutie Mark Crusaders," I pondered. "What is that, some kind of girl scout organization?"

"No, it's our secret club." Apple Bloom explained.

"We search all over Ponyville to find out what our special talents are." Added Scootaloo.

"And we'll never stop," added Sweetie Belle. "Because..." altogether, "WE'RE THE CUTIE MARK CRUSADERS!"

With that said, Scootaloo cried, "Cutie Mark Crusaders, away!" and they all just went off on her scooter and were crusading for their skills. I'm glad that Apple Bloom finally has friends, I'm glad that I was able to help her problem, but I'm mostly glad that she likes me again. Because for the first time since four days, I shall finally rest without any more flashbacks.