Trumpets

Excerpt from the Diary of Jessie DaSilva.

(Aka Chapter 24 )

   Fuck it all to hell.

   Oh, inanimate diary. Want to know what's wrong? Fucking everything, that's what.

   It started as a normal day. I got up out of bed. By got up, I mean rolled to the floor to the loud beeping of my alarm clock. I smelt bacon, so I knew my parents were up already. 'So begins another day in the life of a 18 year old.' That's more of less the thought process of mine every morning. Probably as it is with any other person.

   I groaned as I got off the carpeted floor and stood up in my baby blue colored room. I yawned and walked in front of my mirror. My brown hair was a mess and I was half naked. The usual.

   I grabbed my towel and headed towards my bathroom. Upon my sick was my tooth-brush, my ear studs and lip ring (Which I got as a dare on vacation at Wildwood in Nj. My friends are obsessed with them.) I didn't really want to get it. I had enough on my ears. I mean, I got like ten in each ear.

   Exaggeration, yes.

   I strip out of the little skimpy clothing I had and hop into the shower. I turn it on and immediately put the hot on high. I deal with the short cold and sigh as the heat warms my body. I can't help but admire my body. I'm no self centered bitch, but being the type of girl I am, I can appreciate a slim body as mine.

   Little awkward writing that.

   I won't go over my shower. Un-eventful. I got out, dried, but on undergarments, and on went a Fox shirt that hugged my body and some black skinny jeans. A black beanie found its place atop my head, completing the illusion I'm a goth girl who cuts herself. No, I am not.

   A few sprays of perfume and I'm off downstairs to indulge on the pieces of heaven known as bacon. Fucking deliciousness. Pure bliss.

   "Sup, mom. Dad." I say as I make my way to the kitchen table which say my parents. I am a spitting image of my dad, while my mom is blonde hair blue eyes. I dunno. Had to get the dominate genes.

   My mom was her usual cheery self and said hi back, and y father just 'hmpphed' at me. He hasn't been very happy at me since I 'came out.' I really don't care. But, he took it well enough. My mom obviously better.

   "Pass me some of that bacon please, mom." She shook her head and passed it over. I took a handful (and got greasy hands) and tossed it on my plate. My dad let out a little laugh.

   "My girl," he said.

   "Learned it all from you."

   He smiled and continued to read the 'Lancaster Tribune.' I got some pancakes that were made and chowder down on my fatty breakfast. I always wonder why I'm not fat. I eat a shit ton.

   As I finished, I washed off my plate and places it in the dishwasher. I washed the grease off my hands and grabbed the keys to my old '73 Ford F150. It used to be my dads. His first car. And it shows. The paint it nearly gone and the once brown car is now rust brown. But the engine runs good and its my baby. My shit colored baby.

   "Where're you going?" my dad said as I slipped on my black boots.

   "Don't you remember? I told you yesterday I was going to Anne's for the weekend." She's a friend I've known for awhile. She recently moved to New Jersey, right by Raceway Park. She wants me to stay with her for the weekend. Something about wanting me to compete in the 650cc freestyle.

   Talking dirt bikes.

   I was like 'Why not?'

   "Oh right. I forgot. Well, have fun." He barely looked up from his paper. I shrugged and left, making way to my pick up.

   I already hooked up my trailer and bikes yesterday. My helmet and books as well as gear was in the cab with me. I was bringing both bikes, incase an unfortunate an incident happened.

   I started down the dirt driveway and made way to the highway.

   The ride started out fine. Listening to some Johnny Cash while driving to Nj is pretty nice.

   That's when the infamous bad driving of New Jersians showed.

   I was driving over a bridge when some guy cuts me off. I panic. I steer left and, unfortunately, off the bridge. The railing breaks and I fall.

   Time seemed to slow. I cover my face with my arms as I scream out. It took what felt like a year to hit the water.

   But why am I not dead?

   That was my entire thought process. Only thought.

   My eyes were closed as I felt the contact. I felt it. I swear. My head bashed against the steering wheel. I felt tremendous pain as blood oozed down my face. The water began pouring in. The cab filled up in a mater of seconds.

   But then it became white. Everything. White.

   I closed my eyes. Hoping I would die quickly. But the pain never came. I opened. I found I was still in my truck. It wasn't under water. I wasn't gushing blood. And a dude was running towards me. He was moderate sized, and looked extremely malnourished.  He wore a white suit bottom, but not a top. It was instead a button up.

   "Holy fuck!" he yelled. I looked around. I was in the middle of a town. The houses looked very cheery but made of less then desirable materials. Where this guy was coming from was a giant tree with a door on it. 'The fuck?'

   And behind him was a...

   Unicorn...

   A purple unicorn.

   With a mane styled like a human.

   "Are you alright?" the guy asked. The unicorn had huge eyes that looked of concern.

   "Yea, I'm fine." I replied. I got out of the car and decided not no panic. This wouldn't do any good. "What is... That?" I asked, pointing to the unicorn.

   "I am a unicorn," it said.

   Whoa whoa whoa. It SAID. It spoke!

   "Wow, I must have hit my head hard." I say aloud. The unicorns voice was very feminine, so I guessed it was a girl.

   "Sorry to say, this is not no dream." the guy said.

   "W-what?"

   "Don't panic! Please."

   I took deep breaths. Don't panic. Don't panic. Don't panic.

   "Al-alright. Where am I?"

   They went though this whole spiel. I'm in Equestria, ruled by ponies. PONIES. For fucks sake, can this get any worse?

   Oh, and some can fly while others do magic.

   Great.

   Oh, I seem cool and calm in writing. No. I fucking freaking out.

   Apparently this dude is the only other human here. He is a male.

   And I am female.

   He better not hope to make babies. I am not going to.

   Not because he is ugly. If I was straight, I'd date him. But I'm not.

   Also, I scared the whole town, apparently. There was a loud bang and poof! I arrived.

   The guy, who's name is Hunter, seemed happy I'm here. Probably because I'm a human.

   Or because he can have sex now. But that's now gonna happen.

   Now, I'm in a huge ass tree. It's a library as well. This is where Hunter is staying, and I will, for the time being. A lot more happened, but I don't want to write any more. I'm tired and think I deserve a well needed rest.

   Goodnight, diary. Glad I keep you in the glove compartment.