Horizon Mane

An alarm sounded waking me up from my deep sleep. As my vision came into focused I flailed  my hoof trying to shut it off. After a couple seconds of a ear numbing squeal it turned off, well smashed to be exact. It was a new one my parents decided to get me because “I don’t wake up fast enough” or some other crap like that. I crawled off my cyan bed and trotted towards the window. I opened up the blinds and the sunlight struck me temporarily blinding me, I blinked my eyes multiple times until the color went back to normal, While taking a quick look at the other ponies going on with their lives. As I watched the high schoolers walked to Fillydelphia High my name was called. “Horizon! Don’t be late for school!” My mother yelled from downstairs. I quickly put on my saddlebags with a moon shaped buckle. I hurried down to the kitchen to collect my things. “Horizon, you need to stop being this late” Said Dawn who was my father, sitting on the couch as always “I know father” I said heading out the door, placing some pencils and paper in the left and right bag. I always liked being organized.

My luck seemed to have ran out. Stepped out the door and the next thing that happens? Thunder clouds start coming in, I hate getting my mane wet. I ended up running through mud puddles one after the other. Best part about it? I didn’t muddy, there was still hope after all. I surpassed a couple of colts on there way to school seeming like they didn’t give two bucks being late. I came across a clock “8:06” I was going to be late for first period, I ran faster.

By the time I reached the doors, the warning bell rang telling me I had five minutes left. I walked through the wide red doors into a crowded white hallway with ponies scurrying around to get to their classes. With my luck, I bumped into one of the drama queens that complained about everything and thought they were the “coolest” thing ever. “Look what we have here, the pony who imagined she saved the world? Pathetic” the white unicorn said with a diamond goblet as her cutie mark “Sparkle, I don’t have time for your shit” I said now thinking those were the wrong choice of words to reply back with. My heart raced hoping she would let it go and not go on about it, I bolted down the hallway directly towards the spiraling staircase heading towards the second floor. After a couple of seconds I reached my destination locker 286. I started to quickly gather what was needed for my first period which was Science. After I checked the clock to my upper left, I knew I wasn’t going to be late, that was a relief. After all, this is my last full week before graduation.

I started walking at a normal pace knowing that I had two minutes before the third bell rang indicating that class has started, sit down and be poisoned. I questioned that thought wether it is actually poison or a toxic gas that seeps through our pores and secretly attacks our brain. I entered the class and my teacher looked at me, his pink eyes gazed at mine “Ah! You aren’t late!” Serg said and mumbled something inaudible under his breath. I gave a smirk and took my seat on one of the stools that weren’t really made for comfort. The classroom was just like any other science classroom, a lab consisting of supplies, goggles, sinks, and bunsen burners with many more items which would take forever to say them all.

“Good morning class! I hope everypony has had a good night because today is our final!” Serg said pacing around the front of the class always giving off his sarcastic smile, his green coat didn’t help it at all. He turned around and fluffed up his gray hair into some sort of spiked up mohawk type of thing. “I hope you all studied, now put your things aside and get ready to test” Well good thing I did study, not wanting to repeat senior year and end up being like some other type of mare who think they are way too cool for school. The teacher trotted towards his desk and opened up a lock box which contained the tests. Teachers always do that I thought to myself. He picked up a key hidden under his desk drawer which he kept another hidden drawer inside a drawer, drawerception eh? As usual he checked everypony making sure they wouldn’t cheat by studying them for a while, he studied me more than everypony else which creeped me out, badly. He was one of those teachers that thought I was crazy or insane just because those stories I told were true, if only I can prove it. Yes, I was a hero but now something has made them forget everything of the past events. I don’t even know where Dawn Rider nor The Doctor is now, probably forgot too. Equestria was saved, I was safe well at least what I thought, things still go bump in the night. The teacher handed  us this seven page test about everything we have learned, including one of the basic ones. The periodic table which I hardly even have it remembered. The rest was compounds, cells, heredity, and a lot of other things. Anyways, now to focus on the test, Geronimo.

Everything felt like a blur, the last couple of periods. The feelings of taking the tests weren’t there anymore Not a nice feeling, especially in seventh period when you get bucked in the buckin’ face. Yeah, you know that queen that I talked to earlier? Yep, I knew she’d come back for revenge. But I can tell you something, having still remembering saving Equestria and all the things I’ve learned, I kicked her flank and ended up only with a black eye, mainly because I wasn’t paying attention like I always do in my careers elective class.

And once in for all, I sat on the ground, my head spinning from that lucky shot that hit me in the right spot. Almost blacked out but I tried my best not to, to save my reputation. Sparkler certainly could handle the hit as good as I did. Yet again, I was sent to the principle which was also our counselor which was another con.

“Now now Horizon, I told you to stop making up stories! Just because you thought it up doesn’t mean it’s true” A gray stallion said with a clipboard hovering blocking his face, out of the corner you could see his red eyes making him look more evil than he is. I looked up at him trying to get comfortable in this god forsaken chair, amazing how Lyra can sit like this, works hell on the spine, I thought to myself. “Now, do you promise that you won’t make up anymore stories in your careers class?” He said placing down his clipboard finally revealing my pink coat with a cyan and white mane style. I turned my head to the left revealing my white freckles under my right cyan pigmented eye. After thinking about it, I faced him and told him a lie because I was a hero but people have forgotten. The stallion turned around in his chair and opened the blinds, the sun shined through almost blinding me until I adjusted to the change in brightness, the bell rang.

“Well, looks like the day is over, you’re free to go” He said sitting back down in his chair opening up one of his drawers. I got up stretching trying to relieve the pain in my back. As I was nearing the door he continued to talk “You only have a week left before graduation, just please act normal?” He said looking up from my files he accrued, I simply nodded “Yes, Mr. Pike” I continued backing up, I then turned around and opened the door into the hallway soon getting slammed into by some colt who wasn’t watching where he was going. He dropped a letter with a seal on it that looked very perculiar, the colt ran off before I got a chance to say anything. Among closer inspection it wasn’t just any ordinary seal, it was my cutie mark! “I’ll be damned” I mumbled as I flipped it over to see my name written on the back in bold letters. I trotted back to my locker in a bit of a hurry, stuffed the letter in the saddlebag and quickly left the building before anything else happened.

The walk home wasn’t as bad as I though. The sun was out and shining, fillies were at play, and most of the patches of mud puddles were now gone saving me the trouble trying to avoid their massive size. I walked past one of the trees were all the trouble makers hung out at, along with them? Sparkler with colts and mares surrounding her while she told them a whole different story of what happened. They turned around and looked at me with the most denying looks on their smudged faces. She said something horrible, I bit I thought to myself and continued walking home at a little bit faster of a pace trying not to attract their attention.

The walk seemed longer than it actually was. Mostly because the anticipation of actually opening the letter itself and read what it says, the thought of it made me jump in excitement.. That was until I slammed into a tree in front of my house in front of a couple of cute colts who just started giggling while I stood dazed in embarrassment. Good thing was I was too caught up in my thoughts to notice and just walked straight through my door all the way up to my room not even paying attention to the regular conversation starters my father puts me through, not again.

I opened my door and tossed my bags on my bed not worrying about the mess it would make. I took out the letter and opened, and to my surprise it wasn’t that long of a letter.

“I know who you are, what you are, and what you have seen and been. Let me be of some help in your quest of figuring out why everyone has forgotten, meet at Fillydelphia’s park next to the statue. Be there at 6:00 sharp, or your chance may be gone forever.”

The letter ended without a signature and I couldn’t make out the handwriting with anypony else’s I’ve seen. I checked the clock that was located right above my bed, it read 5:46. I had to get there fast. It hit me hard, I’ve been into much of a hurry to recognize that there was a music festival exactly at 6:00. I was in it, a duo with Vinyl Scratch also known as DJ PON3 which was her stage name. “Dammit” I mumbled, I turned to my right and stared out my window for a couple of seconds staring at everyone getting ready in the distance. Same thing happened that happened in the morning. “Horizon! You got twenty minutes before leaving for that festival! Get ready!” This time it was my Father who yelled up to me, probably because my mother was out doing some shopping since she always goes for shopping on a Friday night to be stocked up for the weekend. Mainly because my Father invites many of his friends to kick back, relax, and have some apple cider on sunday.