You know how most of these stories begin...
You know how most Human in Equestria stories go. They begin with some random McGuffin human getting sent to Equestria by the most random McGuffin means. Most of the time it's either they died by some random McGuffin and are getting a second chance at life, or Twilight botched up a random McGuffin spell. And at the end of it all the McGuffin human falls in love with a random McGuffin pony, usually one of the mane 6, and they get married possibly live happily ever after, and the McGuffin person NEVER gets back home even though you'd think he or she would miss their family and friends by the end of everything. But very rarely is there a Human in Equestria story that references the Equestria Girls Mirror Portal and or even at the very chance uses it. Most of the time said chapter is either non-cannon or the event is cannon but is never to be mentioned ever again or even if it is mentioned again it's only for a small cameo and again is never to be ever mentioned again just like WWE is with erasing Chris Benoit or Hulk Hogan from ever existing. What if I was to tell you, that there was a story where a human went to the Equestria Girls world instead? Sounds boring and stupid right? Where's the comedy? It wouldn't be all that much different from the real world. It would just be plain boring. But what if I was to tell you that the Equestria Girls world HAD had real humans in it before? ....... That peek your interest yet? But what if I was to also tell you that we've been watching them the entire time? ....... I seemed to have caught your attention. The story you're about to read is not quiet a happy tale. Like I said, it's quiet possible that throughout the whole Equestria girls series, we've been watching the real world humans the entire time. How exactly? I'm afraid I'm not entitled to say. I'll let the story explain everything. My name is of no importance either. For now though, just call me Orange "Lemon" Juice. And read on as a tale that begins out to be a happy and comedic tale of one trying to go back home, can actually have a dark and twisted soul behind it.
"And finally done."
A laptop sat on the lap of a six foot fifteen year old boy on his bed. His hair was pecan brown, short, and spiky, his white t-shirt showed a somewhat poorly drawn flaming tire which most likely was made using fabric markers, blue jeans that along the sides had a few rips in them, long white socks on his feet along with red Converse All Star sneakers, a black hoodless long sleeved jacket with button up pockets in the front of it and open pockets on the side was used as cover for his pillow, his eyes were half green and half hazel, and to end it, he wore prescription glasses that looked closely to Egon Spangler's. On his computer Microsoft Word was open and it had long strands and sentences going into detail about the French Fur Trade.
"World history sure isn't easy. But if I'm gonna pass High School I'm gonna need to take this 'required' thing."
This teen's name is Issac Arnold.
"Whoa. I think I better take a break." Issac said as he heard his stomach growl
Setting his laptop to the side and plugging in his charger he quickly got up and placed his jacket on him. Looking at the calendar he sighed. Still February. And still cold. After going back downstairs to fix himself a sandwich he went back to his laptop to continue his work. Around 8:00 pm he stopped and printed off what he had. The extra credit assignment he was doing was to help him pass as he had been doing pretty bad in the chapter that talked about the French landing in the land that would soon be Canada. Ironically enough considering he was Canadian but lived in America. His parents had moved when he was just a baby so he didn't really get to know much about his home land.
Issac then looked outside the window next to his bed and saw the likes of a shooting star.
"Whoa!"
Quickly looking around for no reason, but probably out of his hear of being watched, he then looked at the shooting star.
"I wish I could get the chance to see places outside of America." he said
Yawning as the shooting star passed by he quickly fell asleep unaware that he was still in his cloths. And unaware to the fact that he was vanishing.
"The fool made the wish mistress."
"Excelent. But. Be prepared this time."
"Of coarse my mistress."
To say that Issac awoke to a splitting headache would be an understatement. His head was pounding worse than any kind of hit to the head with a steel chair would do. He opened his eyes to find it to be not only morning, but also sky.
"Huh? Sky? I don't remember my parents house have a sunroof. At least as far as I can recall." Issac said with sleepy eyes
Getting up he then looked around to find himself in an empty soccer field behind presumably a school building.
"What the?! How the hell did I get here?!" Issac shouted, "Ugh. I must've been sleepwalking again. I knew those damn strep throat pills would cause it to happen again."
And then the bell rang.
"Oh fuck. GOTTA HIDE!"
Issac then looked behind him to find two sets of tall bleachers behind him. Smiling he quickly hid behind one of them just in time to see the door to the outside, presumably from the gym, open up to see teens from the looks of his age and up come out.
"Groooogh. Nice going Issac. Mom's gonna be SOOO pissed and- ....... Wait a minute. If I DID sleepwalk all the way over here....then why am I not naked like I usually am when I sleep walk? Six words: THE FUCK IS GOING ON HERE! Ooops! i probably shouldn't have yelled that last one. GAH! WHY DO I ALWAYS YELL UNDER PRESSURE?!"
"Hey I think I heard something by the bleachers!"
"Well go check it out then Rainbow!"
"Fuck me." Issac said softly
Hearing the sound of running Issac played dead in hopes of whoever it was ignoring her. However when they stopped, he heard...giggling?
"Dude. I know you're alive. Just cut the act out and face your consequences like a man."
"NEVER!" Issac screamed, "D'OH! I fell for that one didn't I?"
"Ya kinda did."
"Damn it!" Issac said before opening his eyes, "Okay I don't know if someone gave me acid or anything, but, YOUR SKIN'S FREAKING CYAN!"
