What do I do now?

I decided to learn how to skateboard. It was faster than walking, and this way I wouldn't have to ride my overcrowded discriminating bus. I saw the park bench and I decided I was going to grind it. I shifted my weight, and then I quickly snapped the board onto the bench. I got halfway down the bench and then my skateboard slid. I toppled over and the side of my head slammed into the concrete corner of the park bench.

I once again found myself floating. Except this time the stars were differant. They were pulsing in a perfect rhythm. I started to feel the ambiance of a kick drum with every pilse, felt it surging through my blood. I knew this style of music. This was dubstep. Which reminds me that Vinyl Scratch is the best background pony. HOLY SHIt, why can't I get these thoughts out of my head. I cooled down as the bass hits led up to the drop, and when it finally arrived I was blown down, I was dropping with the bass. Literally. When I hit the ground, the magnificent white pony, with her blue hair and pueple glasses.It was Vinyl Scratch.

When she saw me hit the ground she stopped the music.

"Dude, that was a sick drop." She said.

"Thanks, you too." I replied. "Now what the fuck is going on?"

"Whoa whoa whoa, slow your roll man." Vinyl demanded.

"No, you listen up right now, I am sick and tired of being pulled into this world. I am sick and tired of you fucking ponies, and most importantly I am tired of no one...er.. pony telling what the hell is going on." I shouted.

"Alright fine, I will just tell you up front, because you are cramping my style." The pony replied calmly. "Basically you are the only living person to attempt leaving the herd. This caused a ripple between our worlds. Since you did this it shifted the balamce, now you are the key to rebalancing both of our worlds. I don't know how you are supposed to do it, but I know you are the only one who can do it... now if you will excuse me, I have a party to go Dj."

"Vinyl wait!" I said quickly.

"Yeah?" She replied.

"Thanks." That was all I could manage to say.

"No problem bruh!" Vinyl said before she galloped away.

I started to wonder when I would wake up, it seemed like hours had passed.

It was because they had. I woke up from an eight hour coma. I had to get 36 stitches in the side of my head and I had a concussion. When the doctors asked how I felt, I said "Determined."