March 25th, 2012.
Just as any other date to me. Only a reason for me to wake my ass up and get it to school. Oh joy, just how boring can life be with the same sequence: Rinse, wash, repeat. We wake up, we bathe, eat, daily tasks, eat again, bathe again and sleep, only to wake up once more so that life may once again, repeat itself.
Oh yes! How can I forget the smile bringer to my days, Ponies. There's always something new with them, ya know? New art, new music, new stories. Never the same thing. How do people do it? I don't know, but I am grateful. I mean, since season two is done, we have these artists who continue... Okay, never mind, I am rambling. It's just that, wow, I have lived my life completely filled by self absorbed, closed minded people and compared to these guys? Even some of my friends on which I tolerate their views of me being a Brony. These artists deserve a reserved seat in heaven, or at least a pat on the back by the almighty himself.
"Mr. Hudson!" Hold on a second, I think my teacher is calling me.
"Yes?" I rose an eyebrow, added with some perfect sass.
"Are you paying attention?" The chemistry teacher asked me. "Or would you like to go outside?" Honestly, I hated this bitch. For absolutely no reason, would she not stop picking on me. I could be quiet as a mouse in the group of four while they talk and laugh, but no, as soon as I just open my mouth to breathe! She calls me out for talking.
'Don't worry, she's just pissed because she hasn't had a man in ten years. I'm pretty sure she's collecting dust by now,' I thought to myself. "Sorry Miss, I'll write down your notes as of now," I grabbed my pencil and began sketching ponies. Being at the back of the class sure did help me hone my skills. I mean, just look at that! I couldn't draw a stickman a few months back and now I'm doing guidelines, expressions, poses and shit. All of the above, especially shit. Why? Because, compared to other artists, it was shit.
Finishing my drawing, I poked my friend, Daniel and asked for his opinion. "Joy, don't bring me into your pony crap again," he said bemusedly. Yeah, my nickname to him was Joy, shortened for KillJoy. Why? Because, the name is pretty self explanatory.
"Hahaha, go die in a hole," I responded.
"Listen to me Joy,we have tests in two weeks and you're still drawing ponies? Buckle up man."
"Don't give me that bull. We all didn't start studying yet, why? Because it's mocks and no one pretty much gives a damn for mocks," I told him off. "So, what's your method to pass this time? Masonry? Sorcery? Selling your soul or pretty much filling the void for Ms. Virgin over there."
"So lucky you're my friend," he hissed at me.
"Love and tolerate me, man. Love the shit out of me and I will tolerate your crap," I then lent out my fist to which he bumped with his own.
"Still not going to watch it," he smiled. Love-hate friendship, gotta love it.
Hearing the bell ring, it signified that class had ended. I quickly packed my pencils and books into my bag, left the classroom, but not without giving my 'favorite' teacher an imaginative flip off. She could have sensed it when I gave her that fake smile, and I knew she could have, that's what I had wanted.
Walking out with Daniel, we noticed a recognizable amount of students and teachers looking up to the sky. Was it the apocalypse? A meteor?! Nope.... Lucky bastards.
I too followed the crowd and watched as the Celestial being itself was encircled by the vast colors of a rainbow spectrum being intensified by the solar rays. I've never felt joy like this before. It felt so good, I just wanted to keep smiling forever!
"Joy, you're going to blind yourself," Daniel informed me.
"Shut up and don't be a killjoy, that's my job," I hushed him.
Was this how pure happiness had felt? Was this the answer to all of lifes problems? Was this supposed to burn that much?! "AGH! MY EYES! MY EYES!" I shouted, making an immediate dash to my friend. I over dramatically hung my arms around him, and spoke to him as if he was my true love. "Daniel, oh Daniel. Would you be my eyes for me?"
"Quit your homoerotic behavior and lets go home," he pushed me off and began his way out of the school.
Dusting myself off, I caught back up to speed and walked beside my intelligent friend, and because he was so intelligent, I expected an answer to my question. "So, what do you think caused that?" I pointed up to the rainbow ring in the sky.
"It's called a solar ring which is caused by the ice crystals within thin cirrus clouds as sun rays reflect off them," he explained.
"Ha! A solar ring? Bitch please, that's a Sonic Rainboom!" I happily rejected his statement.
"A sonic rain-what?"
"A Sonic Rainboom!" I exclaimed. "When a certain pegasi like Rainbow Dash hits mac-4 speeds, the sound barrier cone thickens around her and as she bursts through it! Whoosh! Boom! Vroom! Ka-boom!" I added the sound effects. "And there you have it, 'The Sonic Rainboom'."
"Yeah, good luck with that," he said watching me with no interest whatsoever. Making a left turn on the crossroads, he then called me out, "And Joy?"
"Study your damn work," he then left me to walk the rest of my way home, alone.
Aww, he does care.
A rinse, wash and repeat later, I was in my room as Daniel's words and the scenery of the solar ring repeated itself through the machinations of my mind.
Hmph! What did he know? That wasn't just any solar ring! I know it, deep down inside, I know it. Nothing this scientific, example being my chemistry teacher, can ever bring such happiness to my life! I just know it......
But, I have to admit he was right on one thing though. Studies do come first.
Upon touch of the devil's bible a.k.a my chemistry text book, it burnt my soul, sending shivers up my spine and everything else you would feel when you walk into Emily Rose. Priests couldn't bless it, holy bleach couldn't burn it, but one thing I definitely knew was that I wasn't going to study tonight. So discouraged, so afraid that I would be dragged into the halls by a demon if I dared open that book.
Leaving it untouched with the yellow price tag still intact (loved ripping those off), it remained on my desk as I jumped into bed, allowing my mind to race of today's events, only to soon fall asleep from tiring itself out.
'Hooray! I'm alive' was the general way I would usually wake up. Number one, mornings suck and number two, school sucks. Getting out of bed and standing on my feet, I immediately fell to the floor upon my stomach.
"Agh!" I winced in pain. "What the hell was that!?" Opening my eyes and still on the floor, I rubbed my head to ease the pain with a.... HOOF?!
Hold on, let me replay that for a second. Rubbing my head again and blinking my eyes, I watched my hands... NO! HOOVES! ORANGE HOOVES!
"WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON!?" I exclaimed, quickly getting up and watched the mirror. "Holy sweet mother of Celestia and Luna!" I could say that now, for I was now a pony.
"Orange coat, big eyes, black mane, black tail!" My smile grew bigger and bigger with each passing word. "Orange wings! YES! PEGASUS!" Flaring my wings, my smile grew even bigger. I don't know how it was possible but, it was. "YES! I'M A PEGASUS!" You would think I would be more confused, or baffled to how this happened, but I did not care! I WAS A PONY! AN ORANGE PEGASUS MOTHER FLIPPIN' PONY! HALLELUJAH!
"Wait, what if this is a dream?!" I said to myself aloud, stopping right in my tracks. "Nonononono! Please don't be!" I panicked and quickly rushed to the bathroom sink. Even on that mirror hung on the wall, was I a pony. Turning the valve, I allowed the water to run through my hooves as my body leaned upright against and over the sink while I washed my face. Even though it was a bit difficult and rough with my new appendages, I was still a pony. Therefore meaning, I still won. "Yes!" I pumped my hoof.
Waking up the earliest on mornings, meant that I was the first one to be out, even before my parents or my sister... Wait, something important.... Oh crap! My family!
With haste, I galloped through the house checking each and every bedroom only to find out that they too were ponies, but asleep. How can they be asleep?! This was a joyous occasion! I had half a mind to shout, wake them up and dance with their half-dead bodies. Luckily, being the earliest bird...Pegasus, saves me the commotion of them complaining and bickering, which to everyone and including me, are never in the mood for, that being another reason why I didn't wake them up.
I honestly didn't even bother to check how they looked, for I, was my own pony! And, if they were ponies, that must mean other people too! Including Daniel....Especially Daniel. Oh, sweet sweet revenge, I am gonna rub my correctness in his face! Rubbing it so hard, he cannot breathe!
Happily exiting the house with my black vest, I had still worn it from my sleep being a perfect fit even as a pony. But, there was one thing, one primary objective as of now and that shall not leave my mind until it was completed. It was time, time to gloat to my smartass of a friend.
With that being said, I kept that same smile on my face as I flared my wings wanting to experience my first flight. Flapping them continuously and trying to keep momentum, it was more difficult than it had seemed on the show. No matter, his house was just a few blocks away. Maybe I can just ya know, practice and wing it there.
Before taking to the skies, I finally observed my surroundings as something had caught my attention. At least two to three crashed and badly parked cars along the roadside, on lawns and...... Who the buck parallel parks their car in a garage?! Even I don't think that was pony caused!
Shaking my head, I averted my attention from the badly parked cars and galloped to those that were crashed.
Maybe just a slight detour...You know, to see if they're at least okay. Boasting can wait for now.
Upon reaching closer distance to the crashed car, I braced myself for an unwanted scene...Nevertheless, the pony inside there needed help. "Dear God, if something like this can happen... I wonder how the rest of the world is dealing with it."
Sorry if this does seem like Conversion Bureau. Never read it, been meaning too but, I'm guessing this is more like, it's a forced choice that we turned into ponies. Heavy philosophy into it, as well as, a few surprises here and there. We wouldn't expect any less from humans turning to ponies now, would we?