My Day In Ponyville

Have you ever thought what it’s like to go to a place filled with multi-colored ponies with the one you love? Well it’s not that great as it sounds. It all started in my small county called Wrichwood. It was the middle of autumn and the sky was grey and the yellow and orange leaves swayed and flew in the sky. With my head down, the cold chilly wind was biting my nose and ears; I quickened my pace to jog to school. I'm Forte, the one with messy, straight black hair that goes to my shoulders, tan skin, and dark chocolate eyes. I'm a bit pudgy, and I still have that baby face. I am a pure brony to the heart, which doesn't count as “cool” at my school.

It was another start of a hard and boring Monday of homework and tests. I went to the best high school in the area, but that isn’t saying much. Most of our teachers aren’t the best and our trophy case has yet to hold a trophy. So you can probably assume that most of these kids aren't very bright. I just think school is just a place to rub all your mistakes in your face, like if you’re bad at Phys Ed it just proves you’re not athletic, or if you don't make it in the Matheletes it just shows how stupid you are compared to others. So I just suggest to stay low, unless its music, I ALWAYS win in music.

I finally reached my destination, and my ears were freezing from the cold. I stood outside the school with a couple of other students waiting outside for the building to unlock. I was standing by the steps that lead up to the doorway, probably looking like a loser being the only one by myself.

"Hey Forte, come over here.” I turned to the direction the voice was coming from. It was my friend Spirit. Spirit has blonde hair (so blonde it looks almost white) and, coming from her name, she sure has spirit. She's always happy for some reason, (she reminds me of a bit like Pinkie Pie) and not only is she really smart, like two grades ahead of us smart, but for my sake she doesn't skip a grade.

              I walked up to Spirit and waved. She smiled. "So I think I found some way to raise our coolness points," said Spirit. Spirit had been trying to get into the popular group ever since we started high school because she has this huge "addiction" to a guy name Clark. Clark is the third hottest guy in our school (which I don't agree), and you can tell that Clark is really popular. I mean, Spirit would ask Clark out, except that our group just doesn't belong with there's. I'm trying to talk Spirit out of it, which was obviously not working out.

Then there’s my other friend, Chance, who has this strange voodoo magic thing and she has advice that always works. Chance has dark brown hair and brown eyes, with pale, white skin. Anyways, Chance spoke her wisdom of the day.

"Look, Spirit, the goffs and the jocks don't go well, neither does the nerds and the annoying girls, and we just don't go well with anyone".

"B-but"

"But nothing, Spirit." Chance’s voice was starting to rise up. “Look at us, Forte has a ukulele, cymbals, guitar picks, and a bunch of sheet music hanging out of her back pack.” I turned my head and noticed that Chance was right. "Look at me, I have a bunch of ‘The Unknown’ books and candles hanging out of my bag, and worse, look at you!" Spirit looked like she was on the verge of tears. I could feel the thick tension in the air. The bell rung and the doors to my school opened.

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              As I walked into school, my backpack covered in My Little Pony key chains jangled.

"When will you ever take those off? That's a show for five year old girls," said Chance.

"First my ukulele, then my My Little Ponies. What next?" I muttered. I would never take them off. I love the show too much.

.....

                My first class was English, and we really don't do much there. The teacher is really old, probably in her seventies, and she kind of went bonkers at the third week of school, so she lost every teaching ability in her mind. Our school is too cheap and lazy to fire her and find a new teacher, though apparently today she passed out paper, which is a huge improvement. I just sat there, asking Spirit what to do with the paper. Then suddenly my crush Evan threw a piece of balled up paper square in my face.

Evan is ranked the 6th hottest boy in our grade. He moved into our district in second grade. I was the first to happily greet him, and after that Evan and I were the best of friends. We used to play on the same baseball team and the same swim team in third grade. I finally quit after I got my violin, but Evan joined more sports than ever. When we entered middle school, he found new friends, and I did too. We barely talked or even saw each other. That lasted for two years. I just heard he joined the football team and was the quarter back after six months. On the last year of middle school, I finally talked to him after we were paired up in math class. He sure had changed after just two years. His face wasn't a baby pudgy face anymore, but a boxy muscular face and his muscles stood out of his shirt. HE WAS HOT. I never felt this way before about him. I fell in love.

Back to the story, I scowled a joking scowl at Evan and crumpled up my paper and threw it at Evan. That started the Great Paper War. The whole class started throwing crumpled paper balls at each other. It was madness.

....

              "That was great! You might have earned us some popularity points if you know what I mean" smiled Spirit.

"Psst Evan, three o' clock," whispered Chance.

"WHAT, why is he coming over, oh no, do I looks alright, just play it cool, 'Kay"

"I honestly don't see what you see in that boy", said Chance rolling her eyes.

"Look at him, he's tall, muscular, handsome, and his jet black hair and those brown eyes, what else in a guy could you ask for?" I giggled.

Chance sighed and said, "Forte, look at you. You’re a great musician and a wonderful friend, and you’re beautiful you deserve better".

"That's exactly it, there is no one ever ever never better the Ev-".

             I look up and I see that Evan was standing right by me. I blushed and I whispered "hi."

"Hey uh, Forte, that was some great fun in English." Evan said.

"Yeah"  I said smiling dreamily.

Chance punched me in the arm, hard.

I snapped back to Earth, I rubbed my arms glaring at her as she mouthed your welcome. "So, why did you come over here?" I asked.

"Well, I was wondering, maybe you and your friends wanted to come to my house tommorow and maybe you can come to hang with my bros," he said a bit shyly.

My heart exploded. Could he have just said what I thought he said?

"Th-that would be gre-"

I was suddenly interrupted by Deaven (annoying guy, kind of acts a bit like Chance): "We can't have a girl at a BROS meeting!"

Evan rolled his eyes and said, "So that was a yes?" I smile and nodded. "Great, we'll walk to my house tomorrow, together." Evan walked away. I turned to my friends.

"Soooooo are you guys coming?" I asked.

"I'll be there," said Spirit, saluting to me. I chuckled at Spirit's silliness, and then turned to Chance. Chance was spaced out. I looked into her eyes and I saw something unusual. It was… oh no, could Chance possibly be having a crush?

"He was AMAZING," she said.

"Hey, eyes off my guy," I joked.

"Not that idiot, the other one."

"Ugh, you mean Deaven?"

"Yeah, Deaven."

"So you coming?”

"Definitely."

......

             I had a spring in my step the next morning, I was humming a happy tune and ignored the cold wind, nothing could ruin this day.

......

              The whole school day went by super slow. Finally the last bell rung and I bolted out of the class, packed all my stuff, and quickly dragged Spirit and Chance out of the door. I saw Evan leaning on the school entry way. I quickly calmed down and I greeted him and six other of his "bro" pals. Then we started walking, and I was squealing on the inside the entire time.

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               Evan’s house was beautiful. Its outside was white, but as you walk inside, everything was glass and crystal.

"It's like the white version of the Crystal Empire" I muttered. Chance nudged me, trying to stop me.

"So whatcha guys want to do?" asked Evan. We all sat on the couch. Apparently Evan's parents weren't home, so we were gonna be home alone for at least seven hours.

"Hey, I have a game" smiled Deaven.

"Cool what is it?" asked Evan.

"Let me show you." Deaven quickly ran up the stairs. I somehow knew that this game was gonna be bad, and considering it was coming from Deaven, the bad thing was probably gonna happen to me. After all I did ruin Deaven's bro time.

......

                I was guessing Deaven went to Evan's room, so we all followed, we stopped at the door way and I noticed Deaven was pushing furniture into a tight circle, and then he put a night stand in the middle with two chairs next to it. I thought it was some sort of stupid scary story telling thing, until Deaven said,

"Since An-"

"Forte," I corrected.

"Forte here is new, so she can be the first to try it out."

"Try it?"

Deaven tightly grabbed my arm and pushed me into one of the chairs in the middle. I just sat down and crossed my legs, trying to stay cool.

"And Evan my man, this is your house after all, you can go ahead and try it out, too," said Deaven. Evan sat down and rolled his eyes. I watched as all the other people sat on the furniture that surrounded us. I found Spirit smiling and giggling, and then I looked at Chance who looked frightened and worried. I was confused. This was a game after all.

Suddenly, she mouthed the word "Portal." I was confused at first, but then I suddenly realized what we were doing. We were doing "the cut off," where two people go to an unknown portal and space and they may never return (I know this from thumbing through one of Chance's books). I started shaking and sweating.

"Hey, you know this is just one of Deaven's stupid spell games that never work, calm down." I turned to see Evan with a comfortable smile on his face. That relaxed me a little bit. Deaven ran out of the room and came back with twenty candles and he placed them carefully on the nightstand. He lit them all one by one.

"After I am done speaking, these two will go into a different dimension of the world." All the guys smirked. Deaven glared at them and then started chanting. "These two will be gone as the blaze of our portal number goes out..." I didn't listen to the rest. I started crying. I realized that Deaven stopped talking, and he slowly walked to the candles and blew them out

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