Saturday

Friday, 2:30 PM

PS: [[Texttext]] is the narrator (ME) speaking. This is told from the perspective of Mark.

I'm in science, my last class of the day, where we're experimenting with chemicals, explosive or not. Where did you think the scorch marks on the walls came from? Ducks?

Bar that incident back in September.

"Hey Mark, could you pass the sand?"

"Hey Mark, could you pass the phosphate?"

"Hey Mark, could you pass the salt?"

"Hey Mark, could you pass the sulfer?"

"Why do they even let schools have sulfer in the first place?" I though out loud while passing said chemical.

"Not entirely sure, but it's damn fun!"

"What was the assignment again?"

"Who knows? I'm just mixing random ingredients-"

The next thing that happened would be twenty years later be known as the Big Blast of Balls., considering the shape of the resulting explosion.

"And I thought you were the smart one."

Friday, 3:42

As I walked home from the high school with my friend Joe, he began thinking about random things, involving Mass Effect, Borderlands 2, and marshmallows. Mostly the marshmallows.

"Hey, you think they'll accept your audition to the school play, Mark?" Ah, yes, the school play. Every year we put on a large play for the Wizard of Oz, and every year I'm not accepted. This year I auditioned to be the Tin Man.

"Maybe, I'm not so sure I should have entered this year. I never get picked anyways."

"Don't get so down, they HAVE to notice you ONE of these days."

[[Tomorrow, Joe would regret those words. I'll make sure of it.]]

I stop to think.

"Now I feel even less sure about myself. What if they notice me, but not in a good way-"

"NEVER. Taunt the universe, Mark. I've told you so many times, and now more than ever. It NEVER ends well."

"You read way too much Tv tropes, Joe." [[At least he's genre savvy, that'll help a lot.]]

"YOU try getting off that website. It's like a glue trap!"

"More like a repellent, if you ask me."

"What, did you see the nightmare fuel page, or are you just chicken?"

"Chicken of a web page?"

"Maaaybe, or maybe I don't want, like you said, nightmares."

"Whaaaaat about Luna?"

Youtube Video

"Was that a..."

"Remember what I told you, Mark? Remember? Never question the universe, lest you become its chew toy."

"That was a rimshot from nowhere, and you expect me to not ask questions?"

Joe and I entered the park, listening to the birds sing, and the ants brutally rip apart a caterpillar two meters aside from the path.

"Hey Joe, what do you think happens when you die?"

"You go to Equestria?"

"No. Just, no."

"You're right, stupid idea. What do you think happens?"

"Maybe it involves marshmallows."

"That's all you've been talking about for the last twenty minutes. What's with marshmallows and you?"

"We share a bond through the force, among other things."

"The force isn't real!"

"That's what you said about Planet of the Apes."

"I never said that!"

"Now you did."

"No, I didn't."

*Trip*

"Joe, not funny," I coughed, as I got up.

"Dude, I didn't trip you, the rock did."

"Riiiight, because rocks totally have feet that they can stick out."

[[Beat]]

"You're missing the point."

"No, I get it perfectly well."

"No, you're missing the point of your model castle tower."

"..."

"The one you built in APPTECH?"

"Ohhhh! I'ts just over there, by that blue rock."

[[Beat]]

[Both at the same time] "Rocks don't glow blue." "JINX! You owe me a soda!"

"Not now, Joe, there's a strange blue rock and I want to poke it."

*Pokes*

The rock suddenly shook, killing them both.

No, the rock did nothing, but my finger glowed blue for a few seconds. He then proceeded to pick up his castle tower-thingy, and walked back to Joe.

"See? No harm done."

"Your finger is glowing, Mark."

Wow, he's right. For once. I should probably study it and make sure it isn't deadly.

"You think it'll give me super powers?"

"Your finger starts glowing blue, and the first thing you want is to know if it will give you super powers? You're absolutely insane."

My finger stops glowing.

"So much for using it as a pocket lantern, huh Joe?"

[[Beat]]

"Joe?"

[[I'm going to remove this part, in order to continue using the everybody rating.]]

"What did I say?"

I walked home, completely forgetting about the whole issue as I thought about my previously mentioned ideas involving two video games and sweets.

Saturday, 8:59

I wake up with a grunt, which is soon followed by a yawn. The first thing I usually do on a morning is fling myself off my bed and do nothing in particular. Today was Saturday, however, and that means the new episode of MLP: FIM is out. I promptly get off my bed, and trot past a wide-eyed brother named Peter to the bathroom. I get my personal hygiene over with, and trot over to the fridge and proceed to grab an apple with my wing before eating the entire thing whole and sitting down on the couch. It's quite a lovely couch, with red velvet and spruce wood carvings in the side, and the flat screen Tv complements it nicely. I grab the remote and turn the Tv on, or at least try to.

I can't press the remote buttons for some reason, and I look down to my hoof to see why.

I can't figure out why not, and so I just use the buttons on the Tv instead, to see the newest episode is just starting. Halfway through, my mind comes to life, and I wonder why everypony I saw was looking at me funny. I couldn't press the buttons with my unusually green hoo-o-o-o-ooooooooof. [size=8]either....[/size]

Oh.

Hoof.

Human.

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I yell for half a minute, ignoring the fact that my sister is staring at me with an insanly large grin on her face and my brother is wondering if he is, in fact, as crazy as I call him.

Aaaaand just Barely over the 1000th mark! Damn, I wish I could have stretched this longer, but I'm out of ideas. I'll get a next chapter out later.

New note: I'm going to write the rest of the story in third person omniscient, seeing as the below two commenters said it might work better.