Honestly, had I known the amount of sheisse that would result of the day ahead of me, I would have never gotten out of bed. My voice operated tech-slave and phone were both blasting alarms at full volume, but as usual it had taken my dad to wake me up.

I checked my phone, 7:11, I still had time to get ready then. I quickly shoved my legs in my last clean pair of jeans, then put on the good ol’ middle school club shirt. Not that it mattered, it would be covered by the Cache Valley Cup 2019 sweatshirt. I slapped them shoes on my feet and rushed to the bathroom.

My hair was a rat’s nest as usual, a problem solved by a spray bottle and hairbrush. I worried my hairline had receded, a side-effect of having a bald dad and slowly balding brother. Thinking back on that day, I wish that was my biggest concern the next week.

Having got my stylistic choices done that morning, I quickly gathered my usual school tools, consisting of a mechanical pencil, headphones, my lunch card, and my phone. I rushed upstairs from my basement oriented morning preparations, 7:19, I still had time for my dad to not get annoyed by my morning lethargy.

With my master chef abilities, I made a dish consisting of fried corn flakes with a light coating of powdered suger in a bowl, drowned in milk. Otherwise known as Frosted Flakes said in the most pompous way I can imagine.

I checked the weather and saw that it was finally getting warmer, a small comfort in hindsight.

7:27, my dad and I got in his truck for him to deliver me into fate’s open maw that day, at the time just another day of school. I said bye and walked into the school. The second I passed the threshold into the commons I got the most hardcore ‘bad vibes’ chills I had ever felt. At the time I just dismissed it as being cold, if only I had known.

Walking to my math classroom I had rumors and murmurs that a police officer had been attacked on campus the previous night, of course I was curious but I had brushed the rumors aside and decided that my grades and attendance were more important than rumors of an assault.

I had reached the upstairs class where the teacher would shove number patterns into my brain and make me apply them to other numbers before one variation of the rumors had sunk into my head. Supposedly a magician had thrown him into the wall with telekinesis, ‘who would believe that kind of crap?’ I thought. If only I had known what was coming for me later that day. Past that, math hadn’t really contained anything else of note other than a subject I can’t remember nearly enough to relay.

On my way to the class period referred to as FLEx, which is just a glorified study hall, I saw a purple haired girl with purple skin, I looked around and wondered how no one had noticed the girl with an obviously major skin condition. No one had a single reaction, which should have been a major red flag in hindsight. Being the naïve little fool I was at the time, I just resumed my journey to the study hall classroom.

I got nothing done in it other than worrying about whether or not I was going insane. She looked familiar, but I hadn’t watched any of those movies in a solid 3 years.

Her indigo(I think) hair was in a bun and it had a pink highlight. She wore thick ‘nerd glasses’ not too dissimilar from mine, but without the red inner coating. My rough memory told me she wore a light blueish grey sweatshirt and navy jeans. An imposter in fashion style to me. And the part that majorly concerned me, the lavender skin that NO ONE noticed was mayhaps a little strange.

I continued to worry about this even until I had gone to my next class, a CAD design class if knowing that matters. But, seriously how does no one notice that a person has lavender skin. I mean, yeah don’t judge people based off of skin tone but she was PURPLE. HOW DOES THAT HAPPEN.

At the midpoint of my class period, I noticed how long I had been spaced out freaking out, and realized I probably should have started working 20 minutes ago. I decided, using my plinko machine of a brain, to confide in my resident CAD class companion.

I leaned over to the left, got her attention and whispered to her, “Hey, Danica. How would you react if you saw a human with lavender skin?”

She just looked at me weird.

“Just humor me. How would you react?”

“I’d uh... I’d probably be freaked out, but say nothing I guess,” she replied, still looking at me like I screamed Banana Fish at the top of my lungs.

“Good to know we’re on the same page.”

“What?”

“Nothing.”

Perhaps my information gathering tactic could be worked on, I decided. I spent the rest of the class period working on my assignment and freaking out while saying nothing.

Eventually, the end of the class period came and lunch started, due to the latency of my distressed brain I was late to the line, after acquiring my time tested combo of cold fries, pizza, and chocolate milk. I walked out the front of the school and sat down at my usual spot. A shady area with a knee high barrier between the concrete and the wood chips that a friend of mine named James showed me.

He wasn’t there, so I assumed he was in the library, the area we usually hung out after eating. Dismissing the strange occurrence, which was starting to become a bad habit of mine. I sat down and ate almost mechanically while thinking about how a human could have purple skin, perhaps I was just going insane or it was a trick of the light. Fed up, I started to look it up.

As I was typing in my query a female voice called out my name, I dismissed it, I only have two female friends and neither have my lunch schedule, besides I’m hardly the most popular Ethan around. The same voice called out again, it sounded somewhat familiar. I wondered where her friend could be. Eventually the event that caused my whole day to collapse happened.

A purple hand tapped my leg. I looked over and everything made some sick twisted sort of sense. Sitting right next to me, looking confused as hell was gosh damn Twilight Sparkle.

Author's Note

If this is the pace for the rest of the story i may lose patience myself