The Driver

My alarm went off at 7:30 AM today, which is Saturday. My kind of day.  I lazily forced my brain to wake up, jumped out of my bed, stretched, popping a few joints into place within the process, and got dressed. Today I wore a light blue dress shirt, with black cuffs along the sleeves. I slipped on a pair of black jeans, a black fedora, and a pair of my grandfather's old 2001 Serengeti sunglasses. I loved these sunglasses, having quite the modern look, but let me intrudes myself. My name is Mark Magmas, a fellow highschooler at Kennedy High, located in Beautiful British Columbia, Langley, my birthplace.

Currently I am 18 years of age, with short dark brown hair, with a tinge of black hidden in my locks of hair. I am also a Latin/Asian mix, and I know very little Spanish. I am also known as a Brony, a male or female adult who loves My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic. I started watching the show scene 2013, up to this year, 2015, up to the ending of Season 4. I even have my collection of fan art from many artists.

Back to the present, I walked downstairs, into the main hallway, making my way towards the garage. I take out my keys to unlock the garage door. I twist the key, and open the door, turning on the lights, revealing my car. A 1974 Javelin AMX, The same model that my dad once had. I received it on my 15th birthday from my father, as a project for me to work on in my spare time, which I had quite a bit. After three years of buying, building, and painting, I had my own car the use. I was quite picky on the paint, so I went with a sky-blue paint job, black for the secondary colour. Moving along to the interior, I gave it a black and blue leather interior, blue for the sticking, done by yours

Truly. Towards the engine bay, I replaced the piece of crap engine, and gave it a 1964 AC 427 Cobra engine, along with a bi-turbo, producing an impressive 590BHP. I open the driver side door, throwing my backpack into the back, and sat in the driver seat. I take out the keys, and start the car. I close my eyes and let the soothing, aggressive rumble of American Muscle pleasuring me. After a few seconds of letting the engine heat up, I shift into first, and roll off into the early morning.

For the past few hours, I just drove. I just love the feeling, the open road, and powerful car to play around with. I began to tease the throttle, letting the car slowly reach 100 km/h, before flooring it. The car became a blur to anyone who would stand by the road. I shifted into my final gear, topping at 350 km/h. The beautiful mountains were a silhouette at my angle at view, the brilliant sun, an orange ball of fiery glory. I turn my attention to the road ahead, when a strange, purple light began to form in front of the car. I began to panic before the light began to engulf the car, blinding my vision in the process. Purple lightning soon began to dance around the car. The scene around me began to melt before me, shifting into different shades of colours.  I felt the car suddenly land with a big thump, shaking me out of my trance. I begin to realize that I am no longer on a paved road, but rather of a cobblestone. I slam the brakes, earning a loud screeching noise of rubber. The car rocks back and forth from the sudden stop, with the occasional flicker of lightning dancing around the car. I begin to further look around my surroundings, learning a few things.

1. I am no longer in BC/Canada

2. I am in a forest

3. There is no sign of civilization in sight

I  then begin to realize that a few things had changed about me. One of them is that I am some sort of human-pony hybrid. I have the physical physic of a male human, but have obtained the attributes of a pony. My hair is now a deep blue along with the occasional streaks of orange in my hair. I also have....…Light blue skin? Or coat? I don't know, really. I also have a small goatee beard, with adds on to my macho. I study my facial features in my rear-view mirror, also noticing a few differences. I now have a deep, sunset orange eyes now. I also have a more re-defined jawline than before, making me look more macho. I turned the car back on, once again letting the engine heat-up, driving down the cobblestone road.

For a few minutes, I drove until I came across a sign. Pulling over, I looked at disbelief at the sign. Could it be true? Could I be really here? I stepped closer to the sign, looking over all the details. Seems right, for the sign that stood before me said: Ponyville. I headed back into my car, and drove off towards Ponyville, approximately 14.6 km away from here. I checked my gas, surprised to see that the meter has not gone down. Puzzled, I tapped the glass. Nothing changed. Shrugging, I look back at the road to see a figure slumped over. I slow down, open the door and walked over to the figure. Upon closer inspection, I realize that this is Gilda, from 'Griffon the Brush-Off. She was wearing a black leather jacket with small metal studs poking out of the shoulders, along with a pair of aviators. She wore shorty shorts as well, which made her dam sexy. What? I know, most people hate Gilda because of her attitude, that she can be a bitch, but she looked cute. I shifted my arms under her back and thighs, and lifted her into the car. I strapped on her seat belt, and continued my drive towards Ponyville.

I began to hear Gilda shift in her seat, groaning ever so now and then. Stopping the car I turn off the engine and wait.She began to kick around the car, in rage and fear. I quickly unstrap her seat belt, pushing her slightly out of the car. She lands with a thump, waking her up instantly. And boy was she ANGRY.

"WHO THE BUCK PUSHED ME, IM GOING TO TEAR YOU APART, DWEEB!!" Gilda roared in anger as she started throwing a tantrum. Sighing to myself, I interrupt by clearing my throat.

"Well, it was me who saved your ass back there, Gilda." I stated as calmly as I could, surpressing my laugh to Gilda's childish tantrum. Gilda turned towards me, with a bloodlust look in her eyes, like a bull to a red cape. She charges, screaming and roaring as she got closer and closer. I look at my watch, yawning until she is a few meters away from me. When she is about to throw a punch at my beautiful face, I side step, and trip her in the process. Gild, surprised by my sudden movement, falls face first on the dirt. I also forgot to mention that I also do Karate. I began be in 2005, up to where I am am a Second Degree Black Belt. I laugh at the sight, falling over as I do. I laugh so hard that my diaphragm begins to hurt. After a few minutes of uncontrollable laughter, I sit up, walking toward Gilda, lending a hand to help Gilda up. Gilda mumbles a few unintelligent words, rubbing her face as I pull her up.

"Sorry about that Gilda, but I had to snap you back to your senses." I replied sheepishly, rubbing the back of my neck.

"Your pretty good at dodging me, pegasus. Not many ponies are able to dodge gryphons, and what do you mean 'save me'"? She answers, looking at me with a more calmer and civilized look.

Wait, pegasus? I look towards my back, noticing two dark blue wings sticking out of my shirt. How did I not notice these? Looking back to Gilda, I explained how I was traveling when I found her on the side of the road.

"Do you remember anything before waking up ?" I asked, leaning against a lone wooden fence pole, facing Gilda, who was sitting on the grass.

"Well, I remember flying from" she pauses, making a face of disgust," Ponyville, when a large cloud formation began to form around the Everfree. I was pulled close by a strong gust of wind, when purple lightning began to  spark in the eye of the storm, before blinding pain engulfed my consciousness."

"Ok, I'm heading towards Ponyville right now." I state, walking towards the road, by my car.

"Why? Ponyville is a crappy place, full of lame-o ponies." She answers angrily, grinding her teeth slightly.

" It's ok, Im just going to stay a hotel, ok?" I answer. I make a jester to her to get into the car, at which she obliged. Starting the car, we pull off towards Ponyville, to my new life.