Every one ,at some time or another, has felt the feeling of not fitting in. Some people, well, just don’t fit in at all like me. My name is Glenn, born to Charles and Juniper Forger in the small city of Hidden Port. I go to high school and am kind, gentle, a bit of a romanticist, and tucked away in all of that is the small little fact that I am a brony. Cheesy, I know, but aside from that I am a normal ,albeit backwards, 19 year old. instead of Dubstep I listen to jazz, instead of trash talk I keep things in the PG rating, and I don’t do drugs that’s the biggest thing. You’ll see why I have to include that.
Back in 2012 was when I watched the first episode of Friendship is Magic, and after that I continued watching and soon I was a brony. I read the fan-fics and watch the clips and listen to the music. Especially the more orchestrated ones with a bit of a swing time signature. But what drew me in wasn't the fact that I liked it. No, it wasn't that. It was the fact that I felt I belonged, then on a night with the full moon out I was laying in bed with my laptop. Reading the fan fictions waiting for the new season to start. Then my laptop fell out of bed and went under my night stand. As I reached down to get it I felt a tingle inside my head like something was about to happen. When I grabbed the laptop and pulled up I bumped my head on the nightstand knocking loose my phone and making it fall on my head, which it must have done really hard because the next thing I knew I was hearing my alarm clock ring for me to go to school. My legs were in bed but my head was on the ground next to my now dead laptop. As I got up and popped my back I looked out through the window groaning to my self saying, “Man I'm gonna be sore today”. When I stood up I got up too quickly because I lost my balance and fell down grabbing the blankets which followed me to the floor.
That was when my first memory ran through my head. it was not like how you remember something but rather like I just along for the ride.
“ Swing Beat you get your little flank down here, or else you’ll be late for school!” said a womanly voice.
“Just five more minutes please?” I said under the blankets
“No you asked that five minutes before ,and five minutes before that. Don’t make me get your father up there you know how he is in the morning!”
I decided to get up. I did not want to suffer through dads morning lecture about going to school. I went over to the mirror to look at the now half asleep unicorn colt with a messy white and black mane and looking back at me as I stared at it. Why did I expected to see something different? But no, just the same midnight blue, black and white mane ,unicorn colt. I looked around my room in which I had a small piano for somepony about my size. It was a gift from my father ,Ragtime Beat, and my mother ,Blue Song. all along the small piano was a bunch of music paper with songs I made and played on it. Perhaps after school I can see if I can invite my friend ,Fender Note, to see if he cant put any thing else to it. As I put on my glasses I could hear once more,
“SWING BEAT!”
“I'm coming I'm coming. I have to fix my mane first”
“NOW!”
The aura around my brush disappeared with my shock and it dropped. At the sound of my mother using her stern voice I quickly went into the main hall. As I rushed down to the kitchen I smelled muffins and, was that pancakes I smelled?
I walked into my kitchen which obviously lacked the smell of muffins and pancakes, because since my father works all the time and my mom doesn't want anything to do with me nor my father. It was just me, yep, just Me, Myself, and I in this place I called home. But it was nice that I came up with that idea maybe I will write I fic about it. Seemed like a nice idea to start something.
When I finished toasting a bagel and spreading cream cheese on it. I looked at the clock on my oven it was a blurry 7:56. that was when I remembered,"hey dummy, you wear glasses.". As I went back to put the glasses on, I looked at my own room it was a lot messier than Swing Beats room. That was because he had magic on his side. How old had he been at that scene? He didn't have his Cutie Mark on him. Oh well, I will think about it later because at the rate I'm going I am going to be late, again.
As the bell rang I went to my desk and immediately I felt a strange sensation like I had done this before some where. Either that, or my stomach was still protesting my small breakfast of just a bagel. As the class progressed I kept thinking back to this morning replaying it over and over again when suddenly, “Mr Glenn are you paying attention or are you still asleep?”
I snapped out of my trance saying, “Sorry.”
“It's alright its not my grades on the line.”
The day then passed on regularly, but then during my P.E. class I was with my friend ,Jo. Jo ,as with all girls in the rural part of the Florida panhandle, dresses and acts like a tomboy. She even puts many guys to shame taunting them with things that guys were supposed to be the only ones to do. And she makes sure they know. Today we were having to play in teams in basketball, Jo picked me seeing as how she could play every position except defense and I was a good defense since I have almost no athletic ability other than running. As the game started, Jo went straight for the ball catching the guy off guard. A couple of twists and turns, jumps, drops, and even a steal from me, and Jo had the ball again. When the two muscular guys went straight for her she threw the ball to me saying, “Shoot Glenn!” I froze this was the first time I ever had the ball to throw. I tried to remember my training, I lifted the ball and---
WHAM!
I felt the wind get kicked out of me as I fell hard to the wooden floor hitting my head again. Then when I opened my eyes I saw staring down at me was a yellow and blue Pegasus.
“Ouch, that had to hurt are you OK?” said the Pegasus.
“Yeah I'm fine, but did you catch the name of the express train that hit me?” I replied, the Pegasus laughed a little saying ,“Sorry I rammed into you by the way my names Drum Roll”
“My names Swing Beat”. As I got up I saw the teacher come over to us saying, “Are you all right Swing Beat?”
“I’m fine Ms. Chalkboard.” I said. After that she focused immediately onto Drum Roll, “What were you thinking Drum Roll? this makes the third time this week you've hurt somepony!”
“I wasn't hurt-” I tried to say to Ms Chalkboard but as I tried to get it out, Drum Roll said, “I was just trying to be like the Wonder Bolts.”
“Well Missy it takes a lot more than that to fly like a Wonder Bolt. Now apologize to Swing Beat.”
“Sorry, again.”
“Its OK ,nothings hurt.” After that we talked a bit for the rest of the recess that was when I found out that Drum Roll ,like her name suggested played the drums, so I asked if she could come over to my house after school with me and fender note to work on some music. She said and I quote “That would be awesome!” She reminded me of somepony I met when my family was visiting our cousins in Ponyville. I think her name was Color Sprint, or something like that it was back when I was an even smaller filly. But as Drum Roll and I went inside, Fender Note joined in asking who the newest member was. She replied “My name is…”
“Jo, let him get some air.” I heard as I slowly faded back into this world. Boy that was strange, that must be
what people who suffer Wonderland syndrome feel like.
“Glenn wake up buddy don’t die on us now.” Jo said. I got up and readjusted my glasses. I was on the benches, apparently I was carried over but man did I have a head ache. Soon after, I said I was fine but they still had me walk over to the clinic with Jo in trail.
At lunch I talked to to a friend of mine named Kevin, he too is a brony so I felt comfortable to talk about my episodes.
“Dude, that’s some wicked memories you have."
“I know but are they real or did I just have one to many pizza slices before bed?” As I said that I sat down at the lunch table. A country fried steak, and potatoes ,and an apple was what I had. As Kevin talked mentioning that I had a combination of both real memories and fake memories, Kevin's in psychology, I took a bite of the meat.
It. Tasted. Rancid. Inedible, in short disgusting. I immediately spat it out which gained a few looks from the table beside us. I interrupted Kevin's spiel saying, “Taste the meat Kevin, I think its bad.”
As he did he said, “I don’t taste any thing bad.” Well at his words I take it that I will have to go vegetarian for lunch.
During math class we were going over things I had already learned about, exponents ,cosigns and a whole lot of math that I will never use. Soon I found my self fading fast into sleep. But what was odd was the fact I felt my eyes lower, but my sight stayed the same but instead of hands, I saw the hooves of a particular unicorn colt.
I was busy finishing up my test when Ms Chalkboard said, “Alright class you have just five minutes left, when you are finished you may go out side.” I rushed through the last part. I quickly scribbled my name in the corner and levitated it to her desk. I then rushed out so fast, I swear the class nerd, Abacus, was spinning in her chair as I left! soon though, I saw Fender Note leave and then Drum Roll. We walked to my house to put together that song I was working on they asked me if I could tell them the lyrics.
“Well it's stupid but it has a nice beat to it “ I said.
“Come on, please?” They both asked
“Fine I will” Then I sang as best as I could,
“ Who's that whispering in the trees? Its two ponies actin' just like leafs
Shaking and quaking and swinging their hoofs why they do that?
Sure beats me.
But black cat came to swing and you cant swing fast enough. you best stay away when the pushers come to shove
Zebra hoof party.
Throw back a big ol' milk shake
Zebra hoof party.
Pull a brush through your coal black mane!”
As I said that last part I pretended to comb the mane just for show. they laughed and said that it was a good tune though they could not under stand what exactly the words meant.
"Well its still a work in progress you can only go so far with just a piano."
I was happy, I wish today could never end. I had made a new friend, and possibly started a band too. But I could not wait to see the music shop that had my home above it. When we got there dad was busy on a…
“MR. GLENN!” I snapped awake leaveing a torn feeling inside of me. “Mr. Glenn Forger, please see me after class.” After more mathematics being shoved down my throat I had to talk to my teacher, who said I was failing the class. Even through all this I was still dazed with being torn from that memory, and I was trying to recollect every thing. But, when ever she talked I could only think, “You know she sounds exactly like that ms chalkboard character.”
“Did you hear me Mr Glenn?” said my teacher, “Mr Glenn?”
"Shes' talking buddy pay attention ponies are for another time not now!" My brain screamed at me. As I realized I was dazed I apologized. “Sorry Ms Chalkboard.” I said with only half my brain working. She sighed and put her head in her hands saying exasperatedly,
“Your so far gone I don’t even see why I need to keep you in class, Mr forger just get on to your next class.”
Sure thing. music class, here I come!
In music nothing really spectacular happened, other than I had that “Zebra Hoof Party” song stuck in my head and kept humming to it. Which ,when I thought about it, it did share the same tune as Zoot Suit Riot. After school Kevin and I met up one last time at my car. I said I was going home and straight to rest, I had to many head injuries to count today. As I got in my car I looked out the windshield. across the street was a dark blue alicorn with…
Wait.
That cant be right.
I look again, it was a just a woman in a dark blue dress. She looked over to my car then turned and walked away smiling.
My god, what a day.
