Ponies Reincarnated

by ziahchan183

Rating: everyone
Tags: Human
Length: 1555

Just what happens when the human you dreams about the pony you?

Estelle (twilights human counterpart) is having dreams about her and her friends and a bunch of others as ponies…wierd right? She is seeking answers and is surprised when she finds them. What happens when the two worlds meet? This is my first fanfic BTW so no judgy judgmentalpants'. If you have nothing nive to say say nothing at all.

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2012-05-29 01:32:43 UTC

Chapter 1-Revelation

CHAPTER 1-REVELATION

It's been exactly one week since Iv'e been having those dreams. Dreams about.....ponies. I know it sounds crazy but I dream about me and and all my friends as ponies. I never really catch the names or where they are, the ponies just look like them. Wierd right? I think this might be a message. I never have repetative dreams. Sigh.

I woke from another dream at about 3am. It seemed so real...in the dream was me and my 5 friends and they all faced the same direction and were saying something but I don't remember. I decided to call Gena. After 3 rings she picked up. Thank Godness. Iv'e only told my friends about the us being ponies part of my dreams. No details.

"Hello, Estelle. Why up so early? Or late." Said Gena sounding tired.

"Hi Gena. I've been having those wierd dreams again and I thought maybe you could calm me?" I said

"Oh, darling, I know just what will make you feel better. A trip to the spa with me and the girls. You can tell us all about you're dreams and i'm sure we can help you calm about them."

"Oh, thank you Gena. That would definitely make me feel better."

"Good night, Estelle. Don't stress so much. Bad for you're hair" With that Gena hung up. Sigh....again. I'm glad to say it was a sigh of relief this time. I closed my eyes and drifted back into the world of sleep.

~ ~ ~ ~

My alarm woke me up at 7am, I got up and dressed in a dark purple sweater vest over a light purple T-shirt, some Levi's and Mary Janes. I went into the bathroom to brush my purple-blue hair with a large pink streak and purple streak next to eachother. Sometimes I wonder if my hair is even real. While i'm brushing my hair Lane comes in weaing his green jeans purple hoodie and green spikey hair. My say that they found him as a baby on our porch with a note saying "Give a good home". My parents took him in and he's only a couple months younger so he's my assistant at the library I work at after school. He has a huge crush on Gena. At the same time i'm starting to crush on him to.

"Good morning" says Lane he looks in the mirror studying himself. Mostly his eyes. They're wierd, in the morning. They look a little like dragon eyes.

"Good morning Lane" I say as I put down my hairbrush and walk out of the bathroom. Lane follows me as we both grab our backpacks (I grab some books too) and start walking to school.

See, i'm 16 so me and Lane are left alone a lot more often and like every 16 year old I can't wait until I get a car.

~ ~ ~ ~

The first person I see when I get to school is Gena in a silk white knee-lenght dress her black heels and purple hair perfectly curled at the ends. She talks with Jackie who wears her usual cowgirl hat, an orange plaid shirt, faded blue shorts just above the knee, and brown leather boots.

                A number of guys (including Lane) gawk at Gena and she sighs and turns to them.

"Have you ever heard of personal space?" says Gena rather annyoed.

"Run along now" says Jackie.

Gena looks over my way.

"Hello, darling" she says waving to me and giving me that signature smile of hers.

                "Hi Gena" I say. Just a few seconds later someone crashes into me.

                "Omigosh! I'm sooooo sorry I really didn't mean to! Oh, hi Estelle! I hope you're not mad or hurt although it looks like that book has a scratch on it. It's a scratch though I mean It'll totally heal. Oh, but I just remembered it's a book! Books don't heal, or do they? You know sometimes when I get a scratch I put on a banda-" Jackie put a hand on her shoulder.

"Calm down sugercube" says Jackie

        "Why on such a rush?" I ask Diane who is wearing a pink shirt over a pink tutu, light pink leggings and her hair pink and poofy as it always is (except for those rare times she goes crazy. Her hair is straight then). Some people think she has ADHD but we know that's not true. She does have a condition that makes her either on a permanent sugar rush or not being aware of which is right wrong and sometimes she'll go crazy. Most of the time though she's super cheerful. She was also adopted when her parents passed. She has two sisters but she doesn't know who adopted them.

       "Well I was just soooo exited to see my hfriends!" She throws her hands up in the air then gives me a big hug.

       "Ooh, bunny!" Said Diane. We all turn are heads in the direction she's looking and see Julia in knee length yellow sweater, black tights and white ballet flats. Her light pink hair covering one eye and today she wore a white butterfly clip in her hair. She usually never wears things in het hair, she must be happy today. Julia is a very shy  girl and is really good with animals. Sometimes though she has her moments of assertiveness. She was carrying a cat carrier and the head of a bunny was poking out of the top.

       "Hi girls." Julia said in a quiet voice. " Do you like my beautiful, white bunny? I naming him angel. Isn't he just the cutest." She pushes Angel's head back in the cat carrier and zips it closed.

       "Even though bunnys aren't my kind of pet, it is pretty cute." Said Maia as she proudly walked towards us wearing a blue T-shirt under a brown leather jacket, ripped jeans,and sporting her rainbow colored hair. That just boggle my mind. I have no idea how you can be born with rainbow hair. In fact the only one with normal hair is Jackie. We're often questioned about it. We are an odd bunch though.

       "I'm still here you know" said Lane.

       "We didn't forget you Lane. Don't worry" I said as I gave him a noogie.

       "Oh and check it" said Maia as she wipped out a ticket. It was a ticket to the Thunderbolts flight show. The greatest flight team in our state and ranked third best in the country.

       "Good fer you, Maia" said Jackie in her southern country accent.

       "Totally, I know how long you've been waiting for those tickets. Hey! Maybe when you grow you can have a flight team like them!" Said Diane. She's very oblivious sometimes. Maia's already talked about that very thing a hundred times or so.

       "I've met them before. The came to my library once. They're a nice group of down-to-earth teens." I said

       "I know right!" Said Maia "I like their captain Silvia Fier the best. Wait. You've met them?" She asked. Then the bell rang. Sadly none of us have the same homeroom together.

       "Well, ta ta!" Said Gena giving us her Vanna White wave goodbye.

~ ~ ~ ~

       "Good morning Mrs. Nell" I say to my teacher.

       "Good morning Estelle" She says and smiles at me.

       As the other kids file into the classtoom I see one girl I don't recognize. She looks African and has a neat black and white mohawk' a zebra print tankt top' mid-thigh shorts and basket weave sandals. She looks at me and then looks away quickly. Odd.

       "Good morning class! I am Mrs. Nell and the only reason I'm saying this is because we have a new student. From Africa!" says Mrs. Nell. Whispers erupt in the classroom. The new student introduces herself

       "My name is Zecora." She says in a very thick african accent. She waves and I notice she has numerous golden bangle bracelets on her right forearm and neck. " I am honored to be learning in this country. I make potions of every kind, if you need something I won't mind." she says. I chuckle. It's funny when people rhyme accidentaly.

       "Alright Zecora, you may sit in any free seat." says Mrs. Nell. Without even looking around the room she comes and sits by me.

       "Hi." I say a little nervously.

       "I know who you are Estelle, but you do not so I won't tell." She said rhyming again. I chuckle again.

       "Do you rhyme on purpose?" I ask. Her face turns a little pinkish.

       "I try my best not to." she says. This starts a conversation. She rhymes alot which is actually pretty cool. As I talk to her she seems more and more familiar. That's when it hits me. I've dreampt her as a zebra. This causes me to realize that I've dreampt about alot of students. Olivia our best cellist/bassist, Natalie the DJ prodegee Trixie the braggart of a magician. Bonnie, Lina, Rosalin, Daisy, Lilianna and others. This is all to much. My brain overloads and the last thing I hear before I black out is Zecora saying something in a foreighn language.