Your not so average human fic

by Starlit Eclipse

Rating: everyone
Tags: Random, Slice of Life, Human, Comedy
Length: 565

Heya everpony! This is my story, so please leave constructive critism in the comments!

As you can guess from the title, this will be a strange fic, but hopefully a fun one!
I have rated this everyone, but it does have some words that might offend some people (all swears are censored).
The story is on hiatus because I have just started college (yes, the main character is based on me…), however I shall try to write as often as I can:)

Eclipse, out /)

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2012-08-29 15:07:25 UTC

Epilogue

chapter 1; Bugger!

quick authors note all text surrounded by an asterix * is me telling the story or my thoughts ya know stuff like that, I like changing the tense a lot.

"BUGGER! BUGGER! bugger!"

*Hello, my name is Robyn and I'm a very late college student.* "My keys where are my GODAMN KEYS?!" *As you can see I'm a bit stressed at the moment*. "FOUND THEM! Hang on, where's my ESSAY?! ARRRGGHHHHHH, MY FOOT! STUPID TABLE!" *I guess you probably want to know what's going on? Well, I am an 18 year old college student, I'm very late and I have an essay to hand in.* "AH HA there you are, RIGHT time to go! Shoes check, bike, check, essay check, bag check, contents of bag check, jacket? JACKET?! Nooooo! Hang on I don't need a jacket!" *How wrong I was, it was pissing it down.*

"Turn this way, then go down that road, wait at stupid traffic lights, carry on cycling down this road (yeah, so I say my directions out loud when I'm going somewhere big deal), wait at MORE TRAFFIC LIGHTS! *Carry on breaking the world record for the fastest bike time ever!* *I was stressed, cold, wet, late and hungry, not a good start to the day... Dodge the cars in a traffic jam (the main reason why I ride a bike), ignore the swears coming from the cars, then swear in turn at the motorcycle that almost hit me.* "DAMNIT! Why am I always so late on Mondays? Is it because my brain can't cope with a weekend of laziness then SUDDEN work, or is it because I just have a knack for being late?" *Anyway, it sucks being me I couldn't afford to be late again, too many times this term already!

And then it happened, I heard the piercing racket of police sirens, they weren't after me though (so some good luck), they were chasing a battered golf GTI. It was driving round the bend at about 80mph (just a guess, it was bloody fast), and then in that span of 2 seconds I knew it would hit me. You know how people say that just before you die you see your life flash before your eyes, they're lying, what actually happens is time seems to slow to a standstill, you start to notice really stupid things like; the guy driving had a huge wart on his chin with a long white hair growing out of it, and how the guy next to him was built like a brick and didn't look too different from one either. I closed my eyes, in that everlasting time standstill, prayed to every god under the sun and moon, and then it hit me.*

"F*ck!" *That was the first thing that went through my mind, then the pain came, it was excruciating, everything hurt and I mean, I HURT!* Then I realised, I wasn't dead! Probably every bone in my body was broken, but I wasn't dead! Wow, finally a god had answered my prayers! I blearily opened my eyes, my vision was all blurry, but I could make out some weirdly coloured shapes. It was then I found out I'd been hit by a cart, not a horse-drawn cart but a Pegasus drawn cart. My first and last thought before falling unconscious was; oh god, not AGAIN!