Wingright, Teacher of Pegasus Archery, non-licensed psychiatrist.
The colt was doing very well today. Much better than a week ago, when he was sad. Wingright's student, Sharp, couldn't even hit the damn target, so the old archer instead sat him down and talked to him about why he was sad. Apparently the colt was lonely, or so he had said. Wingright believed it, as Sharp's sandy coat had been disheveled and the poor colt's wings looked like they hadn't been preened in a few days. Sharp's big brown eyes were bloodshot and it had looked like he hadn't slept in a while. So yes, Wingright believed Sharp. According to the colt, the old archer was the only pony that Sharp knew who believed him. His parents didn't, and neither did his uncles, aunts or cousins. Wingright had wondered for a moment if Sharp had just jumped on the family dining table in the middle of an extended family dinner and announced that he was lonley to everypony. Knowing Sharp, it may have been possible.

Sharp did seem more emotionally stable this week, which impacted his performance for the better. Nine of the ten arrows that Sharp had let fly so far were within the second smallest ring, but so far he had yet to get a bullseye. Noting a few errors in his student's stance, Wingright spoke up.

"Steady your left wing, Sharp. There. That's it." said the old pegasus, his voice creaking. "Breathe in steadily as you draw... and loose it once you are ready."

There was a short silence before the thwip of a bowstring propelling an arrow could be heard. Only by squinting did Wingright see that there was now an arrow just on the edge - but still within - the bullseye.

Glancing at Sharp, the old stallion could see that there was still something going on with the colt. He was already nocking another arrow with his wings, and did not seem to notice that he had shot so well.

"Sharp, are you alright? You seemed pretty out of it last week..."

"I am fine. Perfectly fine." replied Sharp, his voice devoid of emotion.

"You don't seem fine."

Sharp was silent for a moment before turning to the old pegasus. "Wingright, if you had no responsibilities and could go anywhere you liked, where would you go?"

The question caught Wingright off guard, and he stood still for a moment before replying. "I guess if I were ever to retire, I would want to move to Ponyville. It's such a nice town." The wind kicked up for a second before dying off, and both ponies were silent. "Why do you ask?"

Sharp's eyes narrowed ever so slightly. "No reason. Just curious. Why not stay in Cloudsdale?"

The old pegasus sighed. "I guess... well, if I were to retire, I would have no reason to stay in Cloudsdale. There would be nothing here for me."

"Oh, okay." said Sharp before turning back to the target and drawing his bowstring.

Yes, something was definitely off with the colt, and it made Wingright worry.

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Sharp, hormonal pegasus who isn't really paying attention in his archery class.
"If you're so bored, why don't you go outside and play with your friends? Oh, that's right. You don't have any, do you, Sharp?" my mother said to me. My father, ever-helpful, chimed in "Oh, honey, leave the poor colt alone like everypony else is doing!" And then they both laughed. They both sat there and laughed at me like my lack of friends was the funniest thing in the world. It was hard to hold back the tears, but I did it. If I didn't, my parents would have won, and then they would laugh more. And then they would tell my aunts and uncles and cousins and they would laugh too-

"Sharp, I can tell that something is wrong." said Wingright. I could tell that he was concerned for me. I looked out to the target and saw two arrows within the bullseye. Did... did I do that? I nocked another arrow, drew quickly and loosed it, taking little time to aim. The arrow missed the target entirely.

"Sharp. You can be done for today. We have a few minutes before your parents get here. Come, sit and talk with me. Something's bothering you and the fact that you're bothered, well, it's bothering me. What's the problem?"

I looked at Wingright and sighed before setting the bow on a stand and taking a seat where I was. "My parents." I said before closing my eyes and taking a few deep breaths.

"What about them?"

I kept my eyes closed. "You asked what the problem is. The problem is my parents."

"What did your parents say or do that was problematic, Sharp?"

I sighed. "Remember how last week we were talking about how I was lonely? Well, ever since I told my parents, they've been picking on me about it. Making fun of me. And then... and then they laugh about it."

"...They're deliberately being mean to you? Have they... have they hit you? Or is it just verbal?"

I held my eyes shut tighter so tears can escape. "They don't like to touch me. They either ignore me, or they pick on me. I still get food and it's not like they hate me... I think."

"Sharp, your parents are just about here. If this continues, you need to tell me. It's not good.

We sat in silence for a few seconds before I opened my eyes and blinked a few times to clear my vision. Wingright was looking at me sadly. I made my decision, right then and there. "Wingright, there won't be any more problems with my parents. I'll fix it, and make it right."

"Okay, Sharp. See you next week then? Same time..." Wingright trailed off.

"Same place. Thanks." I replied. I stepped outside and found not my parents but two butlers waiting. Of course. We nod at each other and I take flight, heading for home one final time.

Author's Notes:

I can assure you that my parents were not as horrible as any parents displayed in this fic so far.

Don't worry, it gets better worse I don't even know anymore.