A bit of a bridge (as to avoid potential plot-holes) //EDITED!

  A.N:  I kinda ran into a writer’s block here, so forgive the lack of content. And yes, I didn't do much here.

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     “Ahh Great. Dad's passed out and mom’s gone coco. What do we do now?” Andrea wailed, curling up into a ball while looking at dad’s limp (yet alive) body.

      “Now? Firstly, you need to eat. It’s almost twelve in the afternoon. Then while you’re doing that, I’m going to see if it’s only us or if there’s other people involved.” I replied, taking a peek out of the door. “Hopefully, mom had calmed down when we went downstairs. If not, god helps us.” I said.

      Taking a cautious step outside, it seemed that the coast was clear. The fire axe that Mom had tried to murder me with was broken into half, lying on the floor. It seems that Mom had went somewhere outside, judging from the fact that the family car was missing. Good. Hopefully, she got drunk enough to like us I mused to myself. Too bad that can't be true.

      Switching on the T.V was pretty darn hard since the buttons were (obviously) designed for fingers instead of hooves, meaning that hooves were just too big to push a single one. No matter how hard I tried, it just won't detect my command.  “Stupid thing! Burn in hell!” I cursed at it-and with that, I kicked the remote away, resulting in it being smashed into the wall and emitting a pitiful cracking sound.

       Miraculously though, that did the trick and finally turned the blasted thing on. Since dad bought a six hundred thousand dollar TV controlled by voice, it was pretty simple to use it after that. That was when I found out that we weren’t the only ones to change. (thank god) If fact, it was so serious that the president was calling for an emergency meeting at the U.N. (Unfortunately, some of the officials had also turned into ponies. True story.) I watched the meeting for a good twenty minutes until it turned into another political bloodbath, with everyone blaming the other for some “biological weapon usage”. Well, that was all that they showed before the camera got hit by a brick and destroyed the screen. (Yes, THE SCREEN. You should see what happens when we watch football. Not that I like football anyway.)

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~Monday

                  Apparently, mom went to stay in a hotel on Saturday before finally calming down and returning home. Easy for her since she wasn’t the one to get transformed into a pony. Andrea was still trying to get over the fact that she was naked and finger-less, so it wasn’t a surprise when a blanket tried to communicate with me in the morning.

                 “Hey John, nice mane.” The blanket said to me.

           “Oh hi Lyra. How’s the blanket? Are you going to eat it for breakfast?” I asked jokingly. It seems that calling Andrea Lyra pissed her off. (You should see her face when she’s angry. It’s cu- ah never mind)

          Well, that did the trick. After releasing a loud growl, the blanket vaporized in a brilliant flash of yellow light. “I’m NOT LYRA!” she screamed, encasing me with her magic and levitating me downstairs.

           "I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" I replied, in between laughs. "What are you going to do? Throw me downstairs? Or dunk me into a pail of water? I'm not scared of that!" To my disappointment, she did neither. Instead, she grabbed a bottle of Cola from the refrigerator and dumped the contents onto me.

            Credit where it's due, that was evil since fur and feathers sucks up liquids like a sponge. "You like that?" she asked me, her eyes gleaming in satisfaction.

             "Curses." I muttered as I headed to the bathroom to wash up. Note to self: Get back at her someday. I thought.

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           After breakfast though, we had a nasty surprise. Mom told us that since it was almost summer vacation, whether we were ponies or not, we still had to go to school. Of course, we tried arguing with her that we can’t.

         “But we can’t even hold a spoon with hooves! How do you want us to write?” Andrea protested.

         “Well Andrea, use your teeth!” she snorted, rolling her eyes as if it was the most obvious answer ever. God. Who does she think we are? Applejack? We can’t write crap with teeth! I thought.

          In the end, after fifteen minutes of pointless arguing, we had to give up. (I should have honestly read up on Sun Tzu.) Reluctantly, we got into the family car. Andrea managed to sit like a human and while I could too, my wings were poking into my back, making it extremely uncomfortable. Dammed seat. Why am I even in the car anyway? I thought unhappily, examining one of my feathers. Also, why do they trap so much heat anyway? I mean, sure it's cold in the sky but having to flap my wings every two minutes as to not get heatstroke is ridiculous.

       “Oh mom, I don’t think I can fit on the chair. Can I not go?” I pleaded, trying the last and usually-most (well, I think) effective weapon in a pony’s arsenal: puppy dog eyes. You know, eyes opened up wide and having my ears down. Just when I thought mom was going to cave in, she objected.

      “No. Sorry Andrea, but nothing can stop you from learning! How do you think you’re going to get a job if you don't?”

“What? I’m not Andrea! I’m John! And mom, since I’m a Pegasus, I think I can manage by jumping on clouds.” I shot back. "Or become a hobo. And live in a drain or something."

SUPER SECRET NOTE: Yeah, the hobo thing was random. So is the problem with wings.

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So, we argued for the whole trip about school. It was good entertainment, but it failed to take away the thought of what the other people in school are going to think about it.

  “We’re here!” mom declared, shoving us out of the car and dumping our bags outside before speeding away, leaving a trail of dust behind her.

      "Darn it. She didn't even bother to throw it inside the gates." Andrea complained.

   "Well, you're a Unicorn, use your magic!" I said, stepping into the school. IT IS HELL