Title:           [Satyr] Hope Story Part 1 -title pending-
Author:          VinnyVidiVici
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First Edit:      Monday 25th of January 2016 10:03:56 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Monday 25th of January 2016 10:03:56 PM CDT

>Be Hope
>The school day long.
>About as long as your pig tails dangling from the sides of your head.
>You can hardly rest your head in class with a neon bush of hair that the teacher can never miss.
>This is the boring part of the day, right after lunch and recess when you want a moment to get cozy.
>The teacher goes on about the history of Equestria.
>A history you aren't really sure applies to you, as you are part human.
>Your Daddy told you that if he were ever to end up back on Earth that he would be sure to have you with him no matter what.
>Despite all odds he would do it. He said so.
>You look around at all the colts and fillies writing notes begrudgingly.
"There is no way this stuff has anything to do with them yet... So why worry about it so soon?" you wonder.
>Out of the corner of your eye you spy a couple passing notes to one another.
>You can make out glittery hearts and smiley faces.
>You sure wish you had a friend like that.
>Setting up now you look to your left and right very quickly, checking your surrounding ponies.
>Bedazzled Bead and  Sterling Silver to the immediate sides of you.
>Unicorn ponies who are jerky elitist snots.
>As your Mommy taught you to know them as.
>They seem to be passing notes too.
>One floats by in front of you, the idea of grabbing it passes through your mind.
>You could get THEM in trouble for a change. Yeah!
>You snatch it right then and are about to hold it up for the teacher to see when suddenly,
>"TEACHER! Hope is passing notes during the lesson." Sterling Silver calls out cutting you off.
>The teacher and everyone looks back at you.
>The bullies snickering quietly.
>Your face goes red, palms are sweaty, knees weak, armes are heavy.
>"Hope, give me that slip of paper, now." She instructs.
>You tremble.
>The piece of paper slips from your grasp, but is swiftly caught by Bedazzled Bead.
>She passes it to the teacher for you.
>"Thank you Mizz Bead, now we have here..." She inspects the note.
>Her face goes red with irritation, "It seems we have here a conversation about our lesson."
>The teacher clears her throat then continues, "This lezzon is sooo boring, it poots me to sleap better then mama at bedtime. Break. Please, I really don't care for your misanthropes Hope. I'm only writing back to tell you to stop. Break." She coughs, "Then there is a drawing of a very particular student sleeping."
>You really wish you could have thought a head of this one.
>"Hope, please move to the back seat, away from everypony, where you can't pass notes about."
>Sighing you slump down, defeated.
>"Now, missy!" The teacher speaks up.
>You fumble about grabbing your notebook and things.
>Tripping over yourself to get to the back.
>Taking seat in the cold back area, you look ahead and nod solemnly to the teacher.
>She humphs, and goes back to the lecture on history.
>You get back to note taking.
>Looking down in your notes you find a glitter pen in the folds of the pages.
>Further inspecting your notes, you see crude doodles of Bedazzled Bead and Sterling Silver.
>The doodles have their heads with Xs in their eyes and tongues sticking out.
>Further inspecting them you can't help but think its fitting, but realize you didn't draw these.
>Those two must have drawn these themselves?
>You are about to stand up again, but soon realize that you are already in trouble.
>They planned this on you.
>Taking it all in you slump down totally defeated.
>There is no way you can beat two bullies at once.
>You sigh and let the day drag on, as per usual.
 
>The school bell finally rings dismissing class.
>You leave the classroom last behind everyone else.
>You look out for your Daddy to walk you home.
>Every pony has a parent that comes to pick them up after school, what's taking your Daddy so long?
>Looking around you think, for a moment.
>Standing alone, you then remember,
>>"Daddy got a new job today and won't make it to pick you up after school, but that's okay because starting today you're 8. Which means?"
>>"I can start being a big girl now!"
>>"That's right, me little sweet pea. Now don't worry about a thing, I'll be home by the time you get back."
>>"Okay Daddy..."
>>"There is absolutely nothing to worry about, Ponyville is safe, you know this. And Auntie BonBon lives only a jogs distance from the school. She will have her eye out for you."
>>"That is right! Love you Daddy, see you later!"
>Sighing one more time you begin walking home on your own.
>This day just keeps going on forever.
-To Be Continued?-