Freshman

>Be freshman in high school
>Socially awkward as fuck
>Have no idea what to say to anyone
>Have no real friends
>One day: fuck it
>Go down to the park after school to see if there's anyone you kinda know
>No one you really know, but there are a bunch of skater punks picking on fluffy ponies
>You sit down on a bench, watching from afar
>One fluffy pony is beaten to death with a skateboard
>Ugh
>Another is set on fire and stomped out
>Worst part is, the stomping put out the fire, and the fluffy pony died thanking its murderers for "saving it"
>You wanna throw up
>The skater kids notice you and start hassling you
>Shit, you've gotta improvise
>You somehow manage to wave your way through the conversation and actually gain their slight favor
>You follow them around the park to the skating area and watch them dick around, talking with some non-skating ones on another bench
>Is this what having friends is like?
>This is great!
>One of the skater punks finds another stray fluffy pony
>He hands it to you
>"Hahaa, kill it."
>IMPROVISE
"Uhh, how?"
>"Heh, I dunno, just think of something funny."
>You look down at the pony
>"Pway?"
>Do it quick
>You reach around its neck and start to twist
>...come on...
>"Why fwein' huwt fwuffy! Fwuffy gif' owies!!" it shrieks
>Ow! You pull your hand away
>"What's wrong?"
"It bit me!" you mutter in your weakness
>You show them your thumb, which now has a tiny callous on it
>Everyone laughs
>You set down the fluffy pony which is promptly stomped to death
>You're laughed out of the park
>Go home
>Kill yourself
>Get on the news
>You become the face of PETA's new anti-fluffy-abuse ad campaign
>Not a single fuck was given for your weak ass