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// Chapter 1: College Tour 
// Story: The Second Life I Didn't Know I Have: Pinkie Pie 
// by Mister E-Nonymous 
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Chapter 1: College Tour






It took me about 8 1/2 hours for me to get there. Of course, I had to make a couple stops for gas and one more stop for lunch at a sandwich shop. I arrived at the place I was supposed to go. I pulled into the apartment buildings across from the main entrance. There was a guy at the gate of where I was supposed to go.

"Name," said the security guard.

"Um... Pinkie Pie..." I said, grinning nervously.

The security guard started searching for something on this computer thing, muttering my name. He then said, "Ah, here you are. You're lucky. I just got your roommate checked in about an hour ago."

"Roommate?" I asked.

"Your mother thought it might be cheaper for you if you had a roommate to help pay rent," said the security guard. "Your mom, Sherry, sure knows how to deal with that." He then handed me a card, and said, "Here's your key card, and a map of the place. You're in room... four-four-three-two."

"Thank you," I said, taking the map and key card. I then pulled up, and then I pulled over. A bunch of people came up to my car and one man knocked on my window. I rolled it down and asked, "Can I help you?"

"Actually, I was going to ask you that," said the man. "We're here to help you move into your new apartment. Let me help you with that, Miss..."

"Pinkie Pie," I said, smiling sheepishly.

"Oh, you're the girl who's moving in with that depressed boy," said the man.

"Depressed?" I asked.

"You'll see," said the man. "Let's get you moved in. Just head that way, and take the first left. Just look for your room number, and then we'll help you unload."

I then pulled into the garage, and then I parked at an unloading place. Hopefully, I'll be okay.





I came up to the apartment I was staying at. I walked to the door, used the key card, and opened the door. In the room, there was a boy who was setting up a dining table on the other side of the room, and the entry was right where the kitchen was. He saw me come in, confused.

"Uh... can I help you?" he asked.

I didn't want him to know too much about me, so I had to say something. I said to him, "Hi! I'm Pinkie Pie! I'm your new roommate!"

"My roommate's a chick?" he asked. "Oh, boy. My parents are gonna be pissed."

"Whatcha talking about?" I asked, confused.

"I'm sorry, but there's got to be some sort of mistake," said the boy. "I can't have a girl be living with me."

"And why not?" I asked.

"My parents basically have my life setup for their family business," said the boy. "My parents told me to make sure my life is successful, focus on my studies, and set me up to be married with another successful family."

"Wow," I said. "When do you have time for fun?"

"My family doesn't want me to be distracted," he said. "My parents didn't want me to play with toys, or other kids, even though I really wanted to."

I was feeling bad for him. He really wanted to play as a kid. Whoever his parents were, they should've let him have fun. I bet he wasn't taught how to have fun.

"Boy... your parents must really don't love you, do they?" I asked.

"They love me," he said. "I just know they do."

"Have they ever told you those exact words?" I asked him.

"Actually... no..." he said. "They never used those exact words. I guess... I'm just... dull."

"Wow," I said, feeling bad for him. I then smiled and said, "Well, I got news for you. How would you like it if I teach you how to have some real fun?"

"I don't know," he said. "My parents would kill me. I'm not sure that they'll be happy if I blow off my studies."

"I know a friend that had a similar problem," I told him. "She was so focused on her studies, she didn't even have time to have fun. She was always reading, making flashcards, and not wanting to have real fun. So, if it was the last thing I did, I threw her flashcards into the campfire, and I offered her to teach her how to have fun."

"You... you would do that?" he asked. "What if it interfered with her chance of going to a good college."

"It's your choice," I said. "There's time to study... but there's also time for fun. How about we schedule time for you to have fun, and still have time for you to study?"

He thought about that and said, "Well, I guess I can try having some fun. For once. As long as my parents don't know. Your name was... Pinkie, right?"

I zoomed up to him, nodding my head quickly and said, "Uh huh! Nice to meetcha!" I then grabbed his right hand and shook it wildly. "What's your name?!"

"I'm... I'm Kevin. Kevin Evers."

"Nice to meetcha, Kevin!" I said. "So, which room should I put my stuff in?"

He then pointed to the door  on the right side of the room, saying, "That room is all yours. I was hoping to get some privacy around here when I needed to study."

"Okie dokie loki," I said. Then there was a knocking on the door and saw the movers.

"Miss Pie," said one of the movers, "where should we put this stuff?"

"If it says kitchen, put it in the kitchen," I said. "If it says bedroom, in there." I pointed at the room I was going to stay.

"You got it, Miss Pie," said the man. Then a bunch of men came in with the stuff that was packed in the trailer. "Also, if you would like, we could set up your furniture for you."

"Oh, I would appreciate it," I said. "I'll show you where to put where." For some reason, I had already known what kind of furniture that was packed. I even had a bed that could be folded up into a cabinet. There was also a desk that was set up next to my bed, an entertainment center with a TV, and a dresser that was put in one of my closets, and a hamper in my bathroom. And for the kitchen, I had pots and pans, dishware, silverware, baking sheets, mixers, toasters and a can opener.

"So, the semester doesn't start until August," said Kevin. "We got two and a half months. And we haven't set up our schedules. Should we head on there?"

"Sure!" I said. I then thought to myself, "Okay, I'll get started on choosing my class schedule. Tonight, I'll try contacting my friends to see where they are. If I can get in contact with them."

Then one more guy came in with something I wasn't expecting. He then asked, "Miss Pie, where should I put this cannon? Follow up question, why do you have a cannon?"

I turned back faced towards that guy, covered my mouth, and tried my best to hold in my laughter. I finished up and then I told him, "That ain't just any normal cannon. That is my party cannon. It's something I invented for a certain party emergency." I then thought, "I can't believe that I still have a party cannon here."

"Alright, where do you want it?" asked the man.

"I'll take it," I said. I then walked over, to the man, grabbed my party cannon, and took it to my room. There, I saw the guy finishing up my bed. They then finished up my bed and started with my desk. I put the party cannon into one of my two closets. I then turned towards the guys and said, "When you're done with my dresser, put it in this closet." I patted the door to the other closet across where I put my party cannon."

"You got it, miss," said one of the guys.

"Hey, Pinkie," said Kevin. "Our choices for class scheduling is going to be starting soon. We should get going."

"Okie dokie loki!" I said. I then started skipping towards the front door.





Kevin and I headed for the University. We went to registration. I went first with Kevin right behind me. I came up to the table.

"Hello, there," said a girl there. "Can I have your name?"

"Pinkie Pie," I said.

She then looked in the files for my files and said, "Ah, here you are. Oh, look at that. You got all of the things you requested. Baking, Party planning, Algebra and English. And I hope you are willing to join a sport."

"Well, a couple old friends of mine were quite the athletes," I said. "I'm sure I can find a sport to do." I then stepped aside and let Kevin come up to the table.

"Kevin Evers," he said.

"Let's see here," said the girl. She pulled out a file and said, "Oh, I'm sorry. It seems that the classes you signed up for are unavailable. But it seems you put in a backup plan."

"What do you mean?" Kevin asked.

"It would seem that you signed up for classes for have already been filled out," said the girl. "You signed up for that classes that will make you a wealthy business tycoon."

"That's what my parents wanted me to be," said Kevin.

"Really?" asked the girl. "Well, have they asked what you wanted to do?"

"No," said Kevin. "They basically ran my whole life. Kevin, keep studying. Kevin, don't play with other kids. Kevin, no toys allowed. I always get told what to do."

"You know what?" the girl asked. "How about you do something you really want to do? Have you ever considered that?"

"Well... I've always had a fond for... theater..." said Kevin.

The girl took a look at a student list and said, "You're lucky. There's an opening for you. What else are you interested in?"

"I'm actually wanted to try playing a musical instrument," said Kevin. "Guitar maybe."

"Ah," said the girl. "There's a guitar class. Although, you're going to have to purchase your own guitar."

"Understandable," said Kevin. "I'll just have to find a guitar store."

"Alright, go on out on a tour of the place with your girlfriend, there," she said.

That made both of us blush. I then said, "Oh, we're not a couple. We're just roommates."

"Oh, sorry," said the girl. "I just assumed..."

"It's okay," said Kevin. "If my parents find out I'm doing this stuff, they'll kill me."

"Well, I'm sure that they'll understand that you don't want to do what they want you to do," said the girl. "We'll call you if you get those classes. Mind if I have your phone number?"

"Sure," said Kevin. He then pulled out his phone, and showed her his phone number.

"Okay," said the girl. "I'll call you tomorrow to see if you got those classes."

"Alright," said Kevin. "Thank you."

"Now, you go on and get a tour of the place," said the girl. "Be sure you get a good layout here. Have a nice time here."





We then went on a tour of the place. We saw a whole bunch of places where classes are. We just got back to the apartment, and I went to my room to see that the guys setting up my room were finished. The boxes of stuff I had I would have to unpack myself. They even setup the computer I had. They had a sticky note that had the Wi-Fi password. Then there was a knocking on my door. Right there was Kevin.

"So, I was thinking... do you wanna order some food or something?" asked Kevin.

"Oh, sure," I said. "Whatcha got in mind?"

"I was thinking..." said Kevin. "Maybe some pizza?"

"Oh, yes!" I said. "I'll see if there are any pizza places close." I then brought out my phone and saw what pizza places were around. Then I said, "Ooooh. There's a Round Table Pizza near here. A five minute drive."

"Alright," said Kevin. "I'll go there and pick some up. What do you usually get from there?"

"I usually go for the Wombo Combo pizza," I said. I then thought about what I said. "Wait. Did I get this other me's interest in pizza. What's all on that pizza this Pinkie gets. Let's see." I then started thinking... some of the toppings on that pizza were meat.

"Really?" asked Kevin. "I love that type of pizza, too. I'll go get the pizza while you finish unpacking."

"Uhhh... Okie dokie loki..." I said. He then grabbed some car keys, and headed on out. I then said to myself out loud, "Did I seriously want some meat? Oh my gosh... Fluttershy is gonna be so sad if she finds out I ate meat!" I then went back into my bedroom and pulled out the photo of me and my friends from this world. "Oh, where are you girls?"

I decided to start unpacking my stuff, and I found a stuffed toy gator. I smiled because I remembered this from my other human self. Gummy. It's not like my real Gummy, but it reminded me of him. Oh, I hope all of the other ponies will look for me when they find out my friends and I are missing.

My phone then buzzed. I grabbed it and looked at it. There was a text there, and I opened it. I read it over and this is what it said:

Pinkie Pie,

You are probably thinking that ponies will be searching for you and your friends. But you'd be wrong. Let this be known that your mind has been duplicated and your mind is now permanently in this life you are now, and have no way of returning. You are probably wondering where your friends are. That's not my choice to tell you. I will, however, wish you the best of luck with your new life.

Your new parents are Barry Pie, may he rest in peace, and Sherry Pie. You are an only child, and you are going to be the greatest event planners in the history of this world. Your friends will be fine and adjust well. It will take them a while for them to get all of you to regroup.

The Tree of Harmony...

PS, this message will self destruct when finished reading.

"Self destruct?" I asked when there was beeping coming out of the phone. "How can that be? There's no way a text message can explo..." I was then cut off when smoke started coming out of the phone's speaker and it went back to the home screen. I then said, "Wait. My mind's... a duplicate?! Or is it the other one that's the duplicate?! That explains that headache I was getting when I passed out there! I need to get in contact with my friends."

I walked over to my computer, turned it on and waited for it to load up. As soon as I got it open, thank goodness I knew the password, I typed in the WiFi password, and then I went into the internet. I went onto a website called Facebook and I looked for my friends. Luckily, in my list of Facebook Friends, my friends were there. I then started a group message with Twilight, Rainbow Dash, Applejack, Fluttershy and Rarity to clarify if they made it or not. Hopefully they will.