//------------------------------// // Bonus: Alternate Ending // Story: I Think I Summoned a Ponk. // by TheMajorTechie //------------------------------// I suddenly jerked up from my bed, the familiar weight of a certain mare causing the frame to creak. Wakey wakey, Anon! "Ugh," I groaned, "Could you stop waking me up like that?" Pinkie rapidly shook her head. I squinted as I gazed out the window. The sun was high in the sky, and a gently breeze was rustling the leaves of the trees lining the street. All in all, it was probably the definition of a perfect morning. Saturday morning, I thought, flopping back onto the bed, Good time for some rest. But it's Friday! Crap. I rushed down the stairs, once again grabbing whatever happened to be in the fridge as I made my way out the door. Pinkie offered me a ride in some bus she just happened to have in her hair, but I refused. A short cab trip later, and I found myself stumbling into class, half an hour late. Wearing pajamas. WHY AM I WEARING PAJAMAS?! Because I thought you'd like them! I put them on you while you were sleeping. Ignoring Pinkie, I quickly dashed out the door, and into the nearest bathroom I could find. I tore off the pajamas, and stuffed then down my backpack. Pinkie hopped out, of course, and considering the fact that everyone already knows about her, I was perfectly fine with her walking beside me or something. A minute or two later, I was back in class, and already feeling bored. The teacher was going through stuff I had learned years ago, and unlike the rest of my teachers, typically refused to let me sleep through it. All in all, though, it was still enjoyable to watch the confused faces of people around me, considering the fact that most of them were getting C's and D's on tests that I aced. I'm starting to wonder if Pinkie has anything to do with me not feeling anything. Aside from me whispering all of your notes to you during the middle of the night while you're sleeping? ...No. That's fu-- Pinkie glared at me. That's freakin' creepy, Pinkie. I know! That's the point of doing it... aside from making you study while you sleep... ...Aaaaaannnnd that is all the explanation I need for dreaming about how photosynthesis works last night. Welp. Next class, Math. Wheeee. Time for some napping... and maybe working ahead in class for the next week. I can always use some more spare time. Ooh, are they going through quadratic equations or anything yet? Meh, I don't think so. I stumped my eighth grade math class far too many times with those things. But you're in high school... Yeah, so? I still haven't seen any quadratic equations since school started. It's all been geometry and stuff. All in all, Math was just some more sleeptime... and maybe a bit of eavesdropping on the childish moans and complaints of others around me. The rest of my classes were mostly just repeats of the exact same event - sleep, and listen to people groan. I'm seriously thinking of simply skipping to the next grade. Why haven't you then? Idunno. I arrived back at the apartment, Pinkie goofily topped with the pajamas she had gotten me. Now that she was wearing said pajamas, she could fit in my backpack again. All in all, I'd say that aside from the boredom, this may be, strangely, one of the best days of my life. I feel pretty much no stress, I've got a good friend by my side, and... I seriously don't know... but, I just feel nice. Even without looking, I could tell that Pinkie agreed.