It was a bright, beautiful day Sunset Shimmer age 18, happily hummed down the sidewalk to the school doors. Today was the last day of school, after this, she would be graduating from Canterlot High and moving onto the unknown future. She reached to push open the front door, the soft click when off and suddenly BOOM! The front of the high school exploded Sunset flying through the air, glass, and steel peppering her stomach as she hit the concert hard, her spine snapping. She gasped for air as students screamed around her, her vision fading fast and then darkness.
Sunset stood upright in her bed, “Shit not again.” She got out of bed her hair a mess as she brushed her teeth and made another tally mark on the wall, where 315 other stained the baby blue paint of her bathroom.
Now you may be wondering what’s going on right now, and the truth is Sunset didn’t know either, but she’s been reliving the last day of school for the previous three hundred and fifteen days and every day she died before even getting to the front door and would walk up in the morning before school. And she had no idea why. Also if she tried not going to school, she’d just wake up in her room anyway.
“Well got a try again.” She moaned grabbing her backpack. Locking the door to her apartment, she took one step down the stairs and suddenly she foot slipped! She tumbled down the steps her head knocking against the wooden cement steps, her ribs cracked as she hit bottom. “Still alive.” She groaned trying to get up, only for the front door to knock in her in the back of the head. She fell down face first barely clinging to life. “Must get to… school…” Were her last words.
Sunset woke up in bed again. “Fuck!”
Angrily she got out of bed and a sudden BANG! Came from the neighbor's room, a hole appeared in her wall, and she looked down to see her pajama’s stained with blood, a gunshot right in her liver. “Might as well give up.’ She flopped down in the bed and died.
And then woke up again.
This time Sunset rolled off the bed, falling to the floor and crawled to her dresser pulling a pair of pants and a shirt dressing on the floor. Grabbing her backpack, she continued to crawl to the front door and down the stairs all the way to the street. Where she finally stood up, looked cautiously around and took her first step to school. And walked into a bear trap.
“What the fuck! Why is this here?” She screamed trying to free her leg. After unsuccessfully pulling the jaws apart she leaned back ask waited for the follow up that would kill her. The loud horn of a runaway car got her attention and the grill of a Ford pickup come into view as it veered towards her. She sighed and waited.
And woke up in bed again.
“Dammit at least let me get to school!” She screamed to whatever force was doing this to her.
Rolling out of bed once again, Sunset sprinted across her room, running out the door in her pajamas, shorts, and a tank top. She didn’t bother with shoes, backpack or breakfast, she was going for broke! She leaped down the stairs, skipping three steps at a time. If being careful was getting her killed then she might as well be reckless!
Outside on the street now she banked right and kept on running, pushing an old lady in front of her out of the way to the ground. For all she knew the old woman could have killed her by spitting out her dentures!
“You little young bitch!” The old lady screamed. Sunset immediately jumped sideways, a ninja throwing star hitting the wooden power pole.
“Sorry!” She screamed sweating bullets as she rounded the corner, jumping over an open manhole cover. A bus pulled onto the curb, she was tempted to get on it, but steered clear of it, as it pulled away from the curb a semi smashed into it and exploded, she continued to jog as a fireball of death went up behind her.
“Gotta keep going, speed is life now!” She screamed running faster, her feet scratched and bloody from running barefoot.
Something buzzed in her shorts, she reached down digging into her crotch to retrieve her phone. The text on the screen read 245 to go.
“What does that mean? What the hell is going on?” She screamed to the sky. Really after living the last day of school over and over again she never really found out what was going on, mostly because she usually made it to school, but these recent few attempts have been more and more deadly. Perhaps whatever force was playing with her was growing impatient with her.
Her phone buzzed again, “minus 170. What does that even mean? 170 of what?”
“161 now,” Her phone said, Sunset sweating up a storm as she rounded the corner to school. She made a break for it, only to skid to a stop before the front door carefully she backed away watching as other students arrived looking strangely at her. She watched as Derpy reached for the door and opened it.
Nothing happened.
“Derpy hold that door!” Sunset screamed slipping into the building without incident. “Thank you, Derpy," Sunset continued to run, her phone buzzing, “78.”
The bell rang, her first class just up ahead, she grinned only for her to suddenly slip on the tiled floor, her bloody feet gliding along the wet floor. She fell on her back gliding down the hall and slamming into the wall. She moaned, her body aching, but she was still alive, she could make it! In a surge of rage, Sunset stood up and then an arrow shot her in the heart.
“Sorry,” Said Pinkie holding a bow.
Author's Note
Been busy writing in my major stories, but wanted to do something no so serious.
