"Whachu gonna do about it filly? Run?" Brett said. "We're gonna break your wings for losing that race for us!" Brett got closer to the little pegasi and got right in his face. "You'll never fly again." I was looking from a neighbouring sidewalk as I heard the snap of a pair of wings being crushed and the cries of a future being smashed. That, was our team leaders, Cold luck, Brimmer, and, of course, the one who does the breaking, Brett, the leader of the gang. They were the biggest guys on the street, and they meant buissnes. When they didn't want you on the team anymore, or when they thought you didn't preform well, they broke your wings. No question about it. The entire team was afraid of those bruisers, let alone, all of Baltimare. Everyone knew that when those three walked down the street, everyone got out of their way-
"Hey! Cobalt blue! Looking great today huh? Hey, if your name is cobalt blue, then how come you're not blue? Hahahahah!"
I forgot to mention, I'm not even a streak of blue, except for my eyes, and that's the only thing.
The squad sized me up, and started again.
"Oi, cobalt, you better be ready to fly tomorrow at the big race, or you know what will happen if you 'buck up'" Brett said.
"SNAP!"
"That's right Brimmer, and you know we won't take pity on you, and I know, I will enjoy it. Brimmer and Cold Luck is gonna hold you down, and I'll get my gloves and make it real slow, so everyone can hear you scream"
I shivered, thinking of the fact of never flying again.
"So, what are you doing? Are ya stupid or something?! Get moving!"
He pushed me along and I flew off to home, holding on to my pride, and praying I didn't screw everything up tomorrow at race day.
