John Nome: My Life as a...*sigh*..."Brony"

I know that you are waiting for me to be all "pony-fied" and stuff right now, but I got to derail you for a little bit. Just a quick

warning about this story. This story is not going to be detailed like other ones about random shit like "The sky was a navy

blue and the grass was being like water." I'm basically writing this story in my own words. Like in first person, you know?

Maybe in the future, as a I become a better writer and shit, but for now, fuck it. Also, each chapter is probably going to be

like a couple of pages or paragraphs.....or words, so if you're interested in a long story, look for another story, Yet, who

knows? Maybe, if it becomes popular, this story might become a journal of some sorts. So, enough of that boring crap, lets

get this thing started.

After another day of school, I finally reached the door of my "home." As I said before, when I go somewhere outside of my

home, i'd usually be anti-social and didn't talk to people that much. I'd also put in my headphones and played my music,

since I wasn't talking to people and I was usually bored. I started doing this in ninth grade, when I was a freshman. I had

really gotten into music and loved it like family. At first, when I first started wearing my headphones and listening to music in

class, they made me take off my headphones and tell me to "give them my electronics." Then, after the eleventh time, they

just gave up. That made my addiction to music grow even more. OK, so back to the story now, I was in my living room right

now. There was nothing much except just a television and a old-ass couch. The air always smelled the same as it did

yesterday...the smell of marijuana and fermented natto. My brother is, as said before is a "dealer." Whenever he's out of the

house, usually when i'm awake or there. Oh, and I forgot to mention this earlier but my brother is what people call, a "otaku."

He's really into Japanese anime and shit. I am too but not that much. He adores Japan so much is that one of the reason he

became a "Drug Dealer" was because of wanting to go to Japan fast, without doing all the hard-work normal, non-criminal

people do these days. Anyways, I walked over to my kitchen and looked inside my fridge. There wasn't much in there. Well,

there wasn't any food in there that wasn't made there already, just ingredients. My brother is always "stock-piling" the fridge

because whenever he tests out a new "product", he has the "munchies." Whenever he gets like that, he usually just plain

ingredients like garlic or olive oil or something really weird if you eat it alone, without mixing it up with other ingredients. Since

my brother usually just eat plain ingredients, I took the liberty to learn how to cook. So, looking at the ingredients I had in my

fridge. I decided to make Pizza. I took out the dough and flatten it with a rolling pin. I did all the other stuff, like tossing the

pizza in the air and shit.

Now, I was looking for some toppings to put on the pizza. As I was looking, I found these mushroom-looking things in a plastic

bag in one of the cabinets, where we put in food, of course. So, I took the mushrooms out of the bag and put them on the

pizza.  A couple of minutes later and I just made a pizza. Guess what I did next? No, no I did not do all the horrendous things

you are thinking of. I ate it....but seriously though, what the hell is wrong with you? Come on. Anyways, after I ate, I just went

to bed. Simple as that. Ha, you thought I was lying about that. Serves you right, Yeah, Yet, when I woke up, I wasn't myself

anymore....I was a pony.

So, even though I said the next chapter will be about my transformation, I got really tired about talking about me doing shit,

and I forgot about it. Next chapter, then!