Change in Me Over Change in Time

I guess you want some back-story right? Thought so. My name is Luna Marie Bodmer. Some might say it doesn't sound like a very pony name... Well that's because it isn't, duh. I am... was?.. human. At 22 years old I had an associates degree in electrical technology. Fancy way of saying I was an unemployed electrician; after all, girls don't get hired for trade jobs very often. Going forwards though, the plan was to go back to college full time and stay in a dorm. Was gonna get me a BA in computer engineering. Just like dear old dad. Best job ever I tell ya, takin' 'part electronics to figure out what's wrong, he had my dream job. I got a lot from him, love of electronics, learn everything study nothing attitude. He was on the shorter side at 5'8" on a good day; me though, I got my looks from mum. 5'10" brown hair, lousy posture, unnecessarily large shelf. Seriously though, F-cups suck. Back pain, exercised inflicted self destruction, not to mention how expensive the bras are or how hard it can be to find ones that actually fit.

Dad was a brony like thirtyish years ago. Short, broad, potbellied engineering student obsessed with dungeons and dragons, driving stupidly fast, running around on a hill playing wargames with airsoft rifles, not doing homework. You know, the fun stuff. He got older, stopped playing airsoft, did more homework, kept the house running. He did well for a single father of three kids. Drove himself into the ground for us. He was my role model, tough, hardy, kept going, damn what Murphy says. Made some cosmic ironic sense when his mother (Grams) re-married while he was in college. Grandpa Murphy was a war vet and hard-ass, nearly got into a few fights with Dad.

My older sister, Kat, got lucky. She got my great grandfather's flaming red hair, Grams' petite figure, Dad's eyes, and mom's feisty nature. One in a million, Red hair, green eyes, small figure, feisty. Not completely gifted though, she didn't get dad's brains... completely. Subtly manipulative when she wants something that she knows will be difficult to get, but doesn't learn quickly, as evidenced by her myriad of boyfriends-past.

Damien, my brother and eldest of we three, is the spitting image of dad with mom's eyes. Stocky, brown hair, with strikingly light blue eyes. Teddy bear but almost lethally protective. He put one of Kat's exes in the hospital when he stalked her home and Damien caught him outside trying to get a peek.

And Mom, well, we all loved her. Kindest soul you'd meet. Always went out of her way to make everyone happy if she could. She was taller than Dad at 5'10" broad shouldered, blonde haired, blue eyed, and with hourglass curves when she was younger. However, we kids and stress kinda robbed her of that. It didn't seem to bother her though. What did, was all the medical problems she had. Vitamin and hormonal deficiencies, lupus, scoliosis, and the list goes on. Well that's enough of that.

Love ya Mum.

So! To the story! There I was on my way to my new college dorm, driving cross-country from Texas to New Hampshire, when a nor-easter blows in. You know, one of them left over hurricanes turned blizzard or some-such. White out conditions, roads were absolute crap and the music sucked. I was determined to make it the last stretch to the dorms instead of wasting $85 for a room an a hotel or something. To this day I still have no godly Idea why I didn't just buckle up or pull into a cheap inn, especially the buckling in part. Anywho, epic fight-scene time: Luna vs. The Windshield! I was on some wild back-roads, just cresting a hill when Mr. Windshield decided to hold Z while the fight loaded and started all powered up from the get-go. In a flash there was a swirling, pulsing, angry, chaotic, mass of trans-dimensional rage covering the inside of the windshield so I did what any logical person would do; I screamed and slammed my foot on the break... oops.

I'm not usually one for swearing but, stress tends to force the matter. Also, Murphy, fuck you Murphy and fuck your fucking laws.

So there I was screaming at the vortex, vortex howling back at me, car barreling down a snowy road, and my foot slamming down on the breaks when ol' Murph decided to say 'Hi'. You know that feeling when all the resistance in the break petal disappears and the petal just goes straight to the floor? That's the feeling of when it's a bad time to panic. So, what did I  do? Like any freaked out person, I panicked.

"Shit, shit, shit, fuck, fuck, fuck, no, no, no, nO, NO!" I screamed and threw my foot down on the emergency break petal. Eeyup, locking the back wheels going fourty downhill in a blizzard, brilliant. Realizing my mistake as soon as the aggravating dinger turned on, the right side of my car started to rumble; yup, you got it, wheel off the road. I looked to the right to see how close I was to the snowbank and came to a horrible conclusion; Murphy's vortex of wrath had spread to all the windows on the car, obscuring everything outside from me. My hands were stiff and sore as heck, like I'd been gripping the steering wheel for 8 hours straight with a death-grip. I would have thought it odd if it weren't for the swirly doom all around me.

It was at this point the car jerked violently into a spin slamming me into my door and my head against the support between the doors. I blacked out for but a moment but came back just in time for the car to abruptly come to a stop. Not me though, just the car, as I was catapulted from my seat and through the passenger side window... er, vortex. Seriously, fuck your Murphy. Everything became colors and my everything hurt. It was like being compacted and pressed through an angry kaleidoscope on acid. It was about that point that my brain gave up and I was out cold.