Today I feel like writing some green text
 
Here's episode 1 part 1;
 
>You're finally home, in your own bedroom, after hours of boring lectures from your teachers.
~ "Remember, even if you haven't got a cutie mark, you still have a purpose!" ~
>Headmistress Cheerlie's words echo around your uninspired mind, plaguing your self-confidence.
~ "You have so much potential. I can't stand the thought of it all just going to waste." ~
>Everpony's always saying that 'you're born with a purpose.'
>That 'everypony is special in some way.'
>But everything about you is so...
"... Not even slightly special."
>You critique yourself in the mirror.
>Tugging at your mid-length black hair, and brushing your mousy-brown hips, you tense your abdomen.
"No flab, no definition. Sycamore, you're just so damn average."
>Your final exams are coming soon and you still have no career-plans beyond school.
>They say that it's a common problem for satyrs.
>The lack of a cutie mark leaves you with a lack of guidance.
>You wonder for a moment how humans manage without them. It must be horrible, not having a destiny.
>You resolve to ask your father, if you ever meet him.
>Shaking off your shame - much like how a dog would shake off water - you pry yourself from the depressing reflective surface to attempt a few sit-ups.
"1, 2, 3..."
 
Part 2 ---
 
"S'more, S'more, where are you?"
>A soft, sweet voice calls out to you from the ground below.
>Heaving yourself off the floor, your stomach cramped and aching, you hurry to meet your mother at the front door.
>Clambering down the stairs, your hoofs clop against the wooden attic steps.
"Hey Mom!"
>You yell as you dive in for a hug.
>The pony before you stumbles backwards a little, stunned by your sudden sweetness - then leans into the hug.
>The saddle-bags upon her back bearing her spine down into a curve and leaving an imprint on her yellow coat.
"Here, let me take them for you. You should tell me when you need help."
>Scolded by her child, Fluttershy withdraws behind her veil of light-pink mane.
"Oh, Sycamore, I... I was just... Just fine really."
>You sigh at the futility of your kindness and tell her, for a thousandth time;
"You really are too polite."
 
Part 3 ---
 
>Setting the saddle-bags down in the kitchen, you proceed to unload their contents.
>No more than 10 bits worth for the week.
"Fluttershy..."
>You often refer to your 'mother' by her name, as she's not your birth mother.
"... How much did you spend today?"
>Her voice makes a couple of tiny sounds, completely inaudible.
"Flutters!"
>Startled by the abrupt yell, she spills the beans;
"30 bits!"
>30 bits, that's everything Fluttershy gets for looking after you each month.
"Ugh, mom... What'll we ever do about you?"
>You can make up the difference doing some odd jobs around Ponyville. You may have to skip a few lessons again this month.
 
Part 4 ---
 
>It's easy to miss the orphanage sometimes - all your friends lived together with you, as family.
>You shake your head and look straight down as you force yourself to walk past.
"I have a real family now, I have Mom and little Timber..."
 
*THWANG*
 
>Laughter pours from the orphanage.
>You're now on your rump with your hands on the ground behind you as if you were sun bathing in the street.
>A lamppost stands off-kilter and your head begins to throb.
>You glare at the small group of Satyrs and Ponies of varying ages standing in the high, 6-foot doorway until your right eye begins to loose sight.
>Rubbing your eye, it feels fine - but removing your hand you see blood trickling off your fingers and into your palm, then running down your wrist.
>One of the Saytrs comes galloping forth to your aid;
"Sycamore!?"
>Feyblossom, the sweetest damn Satyr you've ever known. She's not quite shy, but rather, she's subtle, she doesn't like to cause a fuss.
>Except for right now, she seems rather flustered as she kneels down beside you.
"Sycamore, are you okay?"
>You're always brutally honest with her;
"My head hurts... A lot."
>She giggles and retorts;
"Yeah, I thought it did."
>Without warning, she tears the beautiful ruffled trim off of the bottom of her dress.
>You notice it took her quite some effort - but the noise in your head brings your focus back to the bleeding lump on your forehead, which Feyblossom is now bandaging with her make-do dressing.
"Fey, you really didn't have to... It really wasn't that bad."
 
Part 5 ---
 
>3 hours and 6 stitches later, you stumble unceremoniously out of the Anthro and Equine health centre.
>Just outside the A&E, a few of your friends Blazer, Carl and Kathy.
>You still struggle to get along with Kathy. She's a rather pretty Satyr with an overwhelming figure but after three times 'trying to make it work' with her, interaction is often awkward.
>Blazer and Carl were both born into stable families, Blazer to a Human father who's often working in the Human world and a Pony mother who was able to stay at home on her husband's income.
>Blazer seems excited to see you;
"Yo, S'more, guess what I did today?"
>You didn't want this conversation to continue. Last time it ended on 'I kissed your marefriend.'
>You shoot Kathy a sharp gaze and hold it while she chuckles at you.
"Well, you guessed it..."
>Blazer begins to announce;
"... I just lost my virginity to Kathy!"
>You wince, causing a couple of the stitches to split and making you wince again.
>You make a plea;
"Don't tell me about that shit, dude, fresh wounds, really fresh wounds..."
>Blazer laughs at your futile efforts and continues to patronise you;
"Fresh wounds, just like that one?"
>He says playfully as he raises a hand to flick at the now ineffectual stitches on your forehead.
>A tiny trickle of blood runs down your face, dripping from your eyebrow and onto your cheek, emulating a red tear.
>But you don't feel any sorrow, just anger - anger at Blazer, anger at Kathy, anger at yourself.
 
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"I should've kicked his stupid fucking teeth out..."
>As you mull your way into the cart-park, you try to convince yourself that the situation could be worse.