NOTE: This is a self-insert story. This is for my followers, who interested in my life. (Which is pretty weird, that's why I wrote it…) So please, if you don't like it, don't read it.
Story is on hiatus, since i have a lot of things to do and I just couldn't find a solution to bring ponies into the happening. After all, the story HAS to involve ponies, or it will turn into a 'non-pony, self insert, weird tale, pointless' story. If I don't place any interesting stuff in it, then the sequel won't be interesting at all…
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"If I weren't listen to those stories about… paranormal… I don't know… things. If fate wasn't that… cruel with me, if life were be easier… I wouldn't be here right now. I have to keep that secret… or else… NO! I shouldn't think about that. Right now, the most important thing is… I'm here now. What I am doing now is helps me remain sane. Hehhe… sane? I already insane… but only in the others point of view. I'm the only one who knows the truth.
And the truth is… you are all real…
You're real and I know it. HAH! Sorry… just a human thing. You should expect those things from me now.
Ahem… anyways. What I wanted to say is that… if I didn't find you on that spring afternoon… well, let's just say I would be depressed… really depressed. I would never experience these feelings that I just witnessed recently. My crazy mind which stubbornly remained focused on these signs. Heh, first time I got some help from that pink goo in my head that I call brain. Others would say that "brain" is dangerous for me. But I don't give single- … oh sorry… uhm I nearly said something wrong in front of you… And I'm rambling again about random things. *Sigh"
The wind gently blew through all over my body, sending shivers up to my shoulders. That tickling sensation just stopped there… and I swear I felt feathers placed over my neck. I wanted to turn around or at least touch that weak pressure on my shoulder… but I didn't. I knew what it was… or who it was.
And I smiled…
"I never really thanked you all enough. And I thought I should told you these things. You're watching me above… from day to night. And I feel really happy about it.
So… Thank you… Princesses…"

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First person story, weird stuff happens. How I became a brony and what happened next. True story and all that stuff…
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Alright, so here's my new work. I kinda feel weird, because this story is about my reactions to those events. (But hey! The author makes the story and the reader enjoys it… I hope it's true with my situation as well…) The things that happens in the story are real. I know it's sounds like some kind of… "alien encounters" or "made up paranormal tales". So instead calling this like that I think "pony encounters" would be better… and it still sounds ridiculous.
Anyway, I thought it would be interesting sharing these "paranormal encounters" with the community. And I thought it would be interesting… and that sounded egoistical…
Okay enough of this! This story is about me, paranormal, unnatural and weird stuff that happens around me and SPOILER: probably the beginning of a sequel…

Also… why I start this while I have school? Because in that school… the teachers are merciless… that's why. I feel sad when i get home and writing this will help me feel better. I can keep my mind away from school for a few hours. ( If school don't have some huge ass thing to do, I have a few hours from the day to write or else I have to use all my free time to learn of course)

Rated M for really bad words and stronger sexuality than T… keep that in mind. NO CLOP!!!

This is a 'practicing story' too. I write here in new kind of stiles like: serious, funny, first person, third person or second person…. But maybe not. Expect some new there and there. Maybe I don't try something new, but who knows…

So WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?! THAT WAS A DESCRIPTION THAT YOU DON'T FEEL LIKE READING! Well thank you for you're time if you still there. If you want to stay then let's play a staring contest! GO
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I have to go now, time is running out. Hope you enjoy this story, just like I enjoy writing it. Good by!