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// I Introduce the Mane 6 to My Little Pony 
// Story: The Pony-Filled Life of Alexis Creek 
// by NightmareMoon 
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My name is Alexis Creek, but you already know that. And since I pity you, I'll cut the boring introduction and skip to the fun part. I mean, you know much more about me than I know about you, anyway. Besides, we have a schedule here! Or at least, I do.
Okay, enough of this nonsense. It all started... Well, if you took a broad look at the thing, you'd say it all started when I was 12. That's when I began watching My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic. Now I know you're about to X out this story and start yelling at me and asking why I watch a show for little girls, but it's awesome!
Anyway, today - by today I mean that strange day 3 years ago - I was at the diner, crying my eyes out. Before you're like, "What?" I'll explain, because obviously you don't know that much about me.
When you're a high schooler and you watch shows like My Little Pony, people automatically assume there's something wrong with you. Just because you're a girl doesn't make up for it. You're still fourteen and watching a show meant for four-year-olds, and that's why I am not-so-proud to say, I was the laughing stock of the school.
And yeah, at the time all I cared about was popularity, so I would say that I was shallow. Like, really, really shallow. If I had ever made a friend then, it would be for the sake of making a friend. Not to actually hang out and have fun.
Still though, being alone isn't fun.
Okay, and since I still haven't explained why I was crying, I'll go backwards a day and show you for myself...

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The day was almost over. I glanced over to the clock, which seemed to go slower just to mock me. Tick, tock, tick, tock… It was super irritating, but all I wanted in that moment was to get out of there, escape everything and everyone.
I looked at the teacher, who nobody was paying attention to. He was rambling on about the War of 1812, saying that did, in fact, begin in 1812. Everybody seemed very shocked at this (Not).
I looked at the clock again. Three minutes. Three minutes until I could get out of there, three minutes to freedom, only three minutes more of school!
2:57. Tick, tock. The clock's hands rotated unbelievably slow. 2:58. Some kids started looking at the clock too. Others started playing on their phones discreetly. Some weren't even making the slightest bit of effort to conceal the fact that they weren't listening: some talking, some sleeping (how do they sleep on these terrible wooden desks?), some just passing notes around.
Before I knew it, an extremely irritating, loud bell starting ringing: ring, ring, ring! 
I was out of there. I ran to my locker, stuffed all my homework and large collections of pony plushies, drawings, stories, posters, and pretty much everything there was to ponies into my poor backpack (I say "poor," because it has to deal with me), closed the locker door, and ran outside.
Except, I stumbled. I hadn't had a chance to zip up my backpack yet, and everything came spilling out. 
And you know what happens now. 
Everybody was laughing at me. It was terrible. So I ran, to the closest place I could. Sparky's Diner.

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It was weird. The place was almost always full, but today there was nobody except six really weird girls with multi-color hair and the worst fashion sense ever. I figured maybe they were heading off to a play or something, because they looked really strange.
Meanwhile, I started crying my head off. 
The pink, curly-haired one looked confused as she came over but then started singing a song, one of which I knew very well. "I'm here to say, I'd love to make you smile and I will brighten up your day-a-ay. It doesn't matter now if you are sad or blue. 'Cause cheering up my friends is just what I am here to do. Because I love to make you smile, smile, smile! Yes I do."
By this time I had cheered up already and started singing with her in perfect harmony. She looked even more confused. "Hey, how did you know that song? I made it up."
I looked into her eyes. "Um, no you didn't. It's the Smile Song. Hey, you're a pegasister, right? I just realized you look exactly like the Mane Six!"
She flinched. "No, I'm not a pony!"
I raised my eyebrow. "I never said you were. So you're a pony?"
The rest of the five girls started coming towards me, all looking shocked, confused, and scared at the same time. Meanwhile I was thinking, these people are crazy. 
"No, I'm not!" She said very forcefully, as if she was trying to convince herself. "How do you know my song? I demand to know! Are you a spy?"
A spy? Who was she, and where was she from? "No, I'm a pegasister," I responded. I chose my words carefully."I watch this show called My Little Pony that's all about these ponies, called the Mane Six, that live in Equestria..." Just at that moment a bright light surrounded us, and suddenly I wasn't in Sparky's Diner anymore... Instead, I was in a meadow or something, surrounded by flowers and daisies and all kinds of nice, pretty little flowers. And more importantly, I didn't know where I was. Did they kidnap me or something? That's what I thought at first. But I changed my mind when I looked around me. Ponies, walking around (or is it trotting around?). But not just regular ponies, as in horses. Unicorns, pegasi, and earth ponies, like there were in My Little Pony. Something was seriously wrong here!
And the people arounds me - the strange people from Sparky's Diner, who I had dismissed to be crazy - were ponies.
Not just any ponies, though. Why were the people I had met just a few minutes ago, who I assumed were pegasisters (not daring to believe for one second that they actually were ponies) had magically somehow turned into the Mane Six...