"Sometimes, things in life take a bit of faith." that's at least what my mom always taught me. We had always been a faithful family. My sisters and I didn't always get along too well, but we loved each other. Sometimes, after my sisters got too old for spending lots of time with family, if they had any time at all, my parents and I would spend whole days together. We'd go to the park and watch the squirrels or go to lunch somewhere and take a drive afterwards. I'd have to make up excuses to my friends not to hang out so I could spend a day with my amazing parents. Call me crazy, but that's what I loved most of all.
You never know what you have until you loose it.
Seriously. Take it from me. Just last year, I was laughing and talking with my family, and now I spend my days alone, walking through the neighborhood, or riding my skateboard to the mall alone. I barely talk anymore. I barely smile. The only things that can make me happy are my memories of the good times I once loved with my family and sometimes friends, or a certain six pastel ponies. I used to think that acting, Preforming was who I was meant to be. But now nothing is clear. Everybody thinks that I just feel bad for myself, but I've really just given up. I never hear "Sabrina! Let's go!" anymore. There isn't anyone to say it. After the incident last year, I can only dream of those words.
Yesterday I ditched school. There was no reason to stay. It's not like I'll need to know how to spell big words I'll never use in ten years. I walked along a dirt road, pulling the aqua hood of the hoodie my sister bought me over my frizzy brown hair. I didn't know where I was going, but I knew I could find my way back no matter what. I wanted to cry out. To tell my mom I love her. To tell my dad I want him to come back. I wanted to yell out to my sisters that I was the one who should've died. I at least wanted to cry, but my tears dried up a long time ago. I pulled a Ho-Ho out of my bag. I unwrapped the white plastic and dropped it on the ground. After staring at it a few minutes I picked it up and put it in my bag. No point in littering out of self pity. I took a bite out of the creamy chocolate roll. I found a nearby boulder and sat down. Slowly, I continued to eat the treat. Karissa loved these. I put the last morsel in my mouth. She always ate one more then she was supposed to. A small smile cracked my lips. I swallowed the last bit of chocolate, and the smile was gone. Without hesitation, I turned around and threw up the Ho-Ho and probably most of my lunch. Good. I'm already fat. I need to stop eating to much, then I can stop puking so much. I smirked, remembering when one of my friends found out I puked up everything I ate. She accused me of Bulemia, and I guess I do have that. Who cares?
I stood up and continued walking when I found an unusually large crack in the road. At the time I didn't think anything of it. But that's when I decided it was time to go home and sleep the rest of the day.
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I currently stand at that crack, not knowing what I should do. It isn't strange, but it gives off a strange vibe. Frustrated at my ignorance, I shove my heel at the opening. To my shock and somewhat joy, the opening slowly but surely grows wider, then picks up the pace. A hole is opening in the ground. The world is rumbling beneath me. My brain is screaming to run, but maybe if I stay in this fixed position, something exciting can happen in my life for once. I close my eyes, and let my body fall through. When I open then again, I'm in a strange place. It looks oddly familiar bit I can't put my finger in it. I look around for clues and see a giant metallic statue of... No... It can't... It's none other then Princess Celestia! Seeing my reflection in the carving, it's not me either... In my place is an aqua mare the color if my hoodie. The mare's mane is dark brown and long, thick, and wavy like mine. The tail matches suit. The pony has big brown eyes that look as surprised as I am. The pony doesn't have wings, but instead has a horn gently glowing atop its head. The pony even has saddlebags. They match the bag I carry everywhere perfectly! But where mine is embroidered "Sabrina" the pony's is embroidered "Spot Light". The pony looks exactly like I would, ponified! But, I must be crazy. Ponies in Equestria aren't real! I'm a nut case. But when I turn to see a big, welcoming sign reading, "YOU ARE NOW ENTERING PONYVILLE" I know that if I'm crazy, I should at least make the best of it.