I'd like to introduce myself. I am from Fillydelphia, but I decided that Ponyville could be better for the type of pony I am. Boy, was I wrong. I'm the type of pony that needs her space, and doesn't like making new friends. Since Ponyville was small, I decided to go there. But, some Pink pony threw me a huge party in the house I was trying to keep clean. I didn't lose my temper, but I was a bit upset. At least she promised to clean everything up. After that, I just moved on with my life. Every day was the same, and I liked it that way. I would just happily type away, until one or another book of mine was finished. Then I would start on another one. Honestly, the writing takes me places that are beyond my reach, and I just love it. I did manage to meet a few ponies I knew throughout high school and middle school who just so happened to move to Ponyville. I was super loyal to them, and maybe just a bit overprotective. But thats the way I am. The writing was never enough, as I wrote long novels that many ponies didn't buy. I did manage by foalsitting, though, even if I never really liked kids. I ended up loving them, though, but I hated the little punks who would knock me down on purpose or graffiti everywhere. This did happen once, and it was horrible... I was carrying my groceries, on the way home. I walked past the schoolyard, ignoring my surroundings. I was too busy thinking of the next chapter of my book. I heard crying, and I looked over. There was a colt, cornering a little lavender filly with blonde hair. He was laughing, and saying, "You're mum is a retard. Looks like it rubbed off on you." He reached his hoof back, and was about to punch her. I screamed, "STOP, YA LITTLE PUNK!" He looked at me, and snapped, "WHATRE YOU LOOKIN AT?" I said, "A little, insecure punk who doesn't know how to handle his anger." "Yeah? Well I'm about to not be able to handle my anger again!" He walked up to me, sneering. I couldn't hit a foal, could I? He's just a little punky kid. But...what could I do? "Kid, one more step, and you are in for it." He spitefully took another small step and grinned. I stomped and screamed as loud as I could. The kid ran away. I went to the poor, lavender foal and asked if she were alright. I wiped her tears away, and saw she had blood on her knee. I took a bandaid, a water bottle, and a hanky out of my saddlebag. I put the water on the hanky and wiped away the blood on her knee. The foal cringed. "It's alright. It will only hurt for a moment," I said, with the hanky in my mouth. I put the bandaid on and walked her home. Derpy, her mother, was very grateful and thanked me, in tears. I just smiled at them, and said it wasn't a big deal. I went home, my heart warmed up.