Death and rebirth

“You’ve got to be kidding me”

I turned my head and was greeted by my only friend(If you can call her that), Annabelle Wolfe, great-granddaughter of the founder of Wolfe High. Her arms were crossed and was tapping her foot, clearly angry about something. Annabelle is a tall 16 year old Indian with long black hair and brown eyes, her hair usually covers her right eye.

Closing my locker I fully faced her “What?” I asked.

She jabbed her finger into my chest “You know what!” Annabelle growled, I squinted my eyes in thought. What did I do wrong this time? Did I forget something? Let's see... Did my homework, check. Cleaned my room, check, Did I take out the garbage? Yep I did that too…  unfortunately.

She threw her arms up in the air “ Jenny! Why is Jenny In the nurse's office with a broken arm!” Oh, THATS whats wrong.

“She's the one that started it not me,” I sighed and ran a hand through my hair.

You're probably confused right now so let me start from the beginning.  My name is Kenna Jackson and  I'm a freshman in highschool. I’m a tall tomboyish girl with short brown hair and blue-green eyes. About a week ago school started and that's when I met Jenny Hanson, the queen bee of Wolfe High.

I hated her instantly.

Not only does she walk around fucking every male student she can find but she also picks on the younger students, including my brothers who aren't even in highschool! I will NOT stand for that.

As for the broken arm thing, she will now regret EVER saying something bad about ponies!

“Whatever, I'm not going to be held responsible for the mess this time.” And with that she walked away leaving me alone.

Yep, it's going to be one of those days.

Finally the end of the day!

Tossing my backpack on the ground I walked into into the house with a small smile. It isn't much to look at but it's home.

“Mom! Dad! I'm home!”  I called out and sat down on the couch in front of the television. The news reporter was gabbering on about strange people appearing all over town. Not long after I heard shuffling in the kitchen. Nathan, one of my younger brothers, head pop out from around the corner with a sandwich hanging from his mouth.

“Oh, hey Kenna,” He pulled the sandwich out of his mouth and walked into the room “ what are you doing here so early?”

“Never mind that, what are you doing here? Where's Mom and Dad?” I asked. This is highly unusual, mom and dad are always here after school. Where are they?  I got up and walked over to him.

He shrugged “Don't know but I found this on the fridge”  He handed me a piece of paper and then went into the kitchen without a second thought.

Sitting back on the couch I flipped it open and read the contents on the Note.

Dear Kenna,

Me and your dad went to take Kobe to the eye doctor, he has pink eye again. Oh and we need to do a little bit of shopping. Be back soon.

Love, Mom

PS. You'll be babysitting Nathan for a few hours. Try to get along, okay?

I set the paper on the table and sighed. Great just what I need, watching Nathan the next couple hours.  Oh goody.

I turned my attention back to the TV. The reporter is now saying something about fires.

Is My Little Pony on?

“My Little Pony, My Little Pony

Aaaaaaaaaaaah

My Little Pony, I used to wonder what friendship could be, Until you all shared its magic with me!” I sing happily along.

For as long as I can remember I've always felt connected to the characters in the show,  especially a certain pink party pony.

But one night my connection to Pinkie… changed in a way.

The night before my favorite episode Party of One first aired I had a dream, but something about it was... strange. Even stranger than my usual dreams.

Things were blurry at the beginning but later things had a sudden clarity and I could tell what I was dreaming about.

I didn't know at the time but it was was in the exact episode that was going to air the next day.

It was thee exact moment Pinkie became Pinkamena, It was almost like I was actually there, seeing what she saw, feeling what she felt…

When I woke up in the morning and sat down to watch said episode, you can understand how big of a shock it was for me to see exactly what I dreamed the night before playing on the my TV screen right in front of my eyes.

I would be lying if I didn't say that I had a nervous breakdown right then and there.

I was snapped out of my thoughts by someone tapping on my shoulder. Blinking,  I was greeted by my worried-looking brother.

“Kenna. Something's not right,”  he looked around “ I don't know what but something's wrong.”

Now that he mentioned it something does feel off. I sniffed the air and gasped at the smell of smoke.  Scrambling to my feet I looked around nervously, I ran to the window. I opened it but quickly leaned back in.

Its too hot and the smell was worse outside but I forced myself to stick my head back out though. The sky looked gray-blue with smoke like clouds but other the that nothing's out of place but… It's quiet.

Too quiet.

I pulled back in and shut the window “Nathan stay close, let’s check the kitchen” I gulped, Nathan grab the back of my shirt and we slowly made our way towards the kitchen.

Peeking my head around the corner, I scanned my surroundings.

Click Click

I froze and slowly turned around. Right outside our back door was a black silhouette of a person -possibly male- standing there. The doorknob was turning… my eyes widened.

He's trying to get in!

“Sis?” My brother's voice shook, clearly frightened.

“N-Nathan go into the bedroom and don't come out”  I commanded with as much bravery as I could conjure up.

“But--”

“NOW!”

Nathan did as he was told and ran. Turning my attention back to the situation on hand I grabbed everything I could and scooted it up against the door and then ran into the bedroom with Nathan.

Running down the hall I looked out the windows. What I saw outside nearly made scream. Fire was sweping through the city and the clouds where actually smoke from the flames. In the distince I could hear the sound of sirens and gunfire. My eyes where pretty much sawsers at this point.

In ran into the bedroom.

I pushed Nathan into a corner and stood in front of the crying form of my little brother.

“Don't worry Nathan, I will protect you” I whispered, even if I feel like crying too…

CRASH

Shit! I squeezed my eyes shut trying to Will him to go away.

“K-K-Kenna” My I snapped open and turn towards the doorway. Right at the entrance ‘he’  stood. I couldn't make out any features other then the fact it looks like…. it... it looks like it's made from shadows.

Think Kenna think, what would Rainbow Dash do? Wait, that's it!

“See the window over there? I'll distract him so you can get away!“ I looked towards my horrified brother “Don't just stand there run!”

“Leave,” I screamed at the top of my lungs at the figure well watching Nathan jump out the window from the corner of my eyes “If you don't leave right now I will--”

BANG

Pain, White hot pain. There is a gun and… blood coming from my chest. Pain, oh God the pain.

I'm on the floor staring up at my assaulter..... Is this my end, am I going to die?

"Kenna!" I turned my head and looked behind the shadow person. Mom, dad... I reached out to them and whispered help me.

Suddenly, the shadow turned on my parents and pulled out a match, he lit it and advanced on them.

"NO! OH GOD, PLEASE! STOP! MOM, DAD RUN!" I screamed despertly. My vision started fading, my mind numbing.

I feel so cold...

              Fire dancing off bodys....

Eyes, glowing red eyes…..

“Wake up”

Darkness, the first thing I noticed was darkness, that and the fact I’m laying on a bed. Sniffing the air I noticed that the air smells very clean, like a hospital.

Wait a minute if I'm in the hospital does that mean I'm alive?

I nearly facepalm myself right there.

Duh,  if I'm in the hospital that means I clearly am unless heaven has hospitals which I highly doubt.

Opening my eyes I looked around with blurry vision. It's hard to see where I'm at but I appear to be in an orange room with colorful strings all around. Getting the feeling that this is not a hospital I blinked a few times trying to clear my vision.

Once my vision was all cleared up I looked around again, this room looks strangely familiar. I racked my brain for a few minutes trying to figure out why it looks so familiar, then the answer hit me like a freight train causing me sit up.

This room looks exactly like Pinkie Pie's room!

“W-What the...?”  I shuttered “Is this some type of prank?”

“N-Nathan, where are you? This isn't funny!” I looked around frantically trying to find my brother  but I didn't find him. Just breathe Kenna, breathe. You don't want to have an anxiety attack.

I Brought my hand up to wipe the sweat running down my face but instead of feeling smooth fleshy skin there was soft fur and... wait, where's my fingers?! Jerking my hand away from my face I brought it to a level.

My hand was replaced by a pink hoof.

I screamed and got wrapped up in a bunch of blankets then fell off the bed I was laying on. I squirmed trying to get myself unwind from the blanket. I eventually popped my head out of them in front of a mirror.

A wide eyed flat maned Pinkie pie stared back at me.

My eyes rolled to the back of my head and then I blacked out.

Oh man, my head… It feels like it's been ran over three times over.

I sat up and looked into the mirror in front of me, there’s a Pinkie in the mirror. Rubbing my eyes I checked again. Yup, still Pinkie.

I brought a han--hoof to my racing heart and took a deep breath. After a few minutes I managed to calm down enough to think rationally.

First of all I'm a pony but not just any pony, i’m Pinkie Pie. Second of all I (she?) have gone Pinkamena.

Ok, there's a few logical reasons for why I'm Pinkie. Either I’ve finally gone off the deep end, I was drugged, or I am really in Equestria trapped in her body.

Might as well do a few tests, but first I need a notepad.

I looked up at my new pink mane.

Well I might as well try, right?  I started digging around in there until I surprisingly found an object, and let me tell ya, I was quite shocked to find that I could actually grab it.

I pulled a pencil out of my mane.

I simply stared at it, who wouldn't blame me though? I just pulled a freakin’ pencil out of my hair!

Shaking my head to clear my thoughts I set it down on the ground in front of me and started digging in my mane again. At least I actually pulled out notepad this time.

I looked over at the pencil wondering how I'm going to do this.  I tried to grab it with my free hoof but only to have it fall right out of my grasp.

I sighed, well looks like I'll have to do this the pony way.

Reaching down I gripped the pencil between my teeth then turned my attention back to the notepad.

What's it called if you wright with your mouth? Maybe it's called mouth writing. A chuckle escaped passed my lips.

I began sloppily writing all the things I've noticed on the paper before finally coming to the decision that I'm really in Equestria. I spat out the pencil and used my hooves to start taping it.

“But how,” I mumbled, well scratching my head with the tip of the pencil, “and why?”