Hi, my name is Dalton and this is the crazy story of my life and how it got flip-turned-upside-down and I’d like to take a minute just sit right there, I’ll tell you how I became a pony. and it’s a long one (Ok sorry had to write that, back to my story.) I was a student in a small school, had regular blonde hair that was often unkempt and a regular build, but then IT happened.
The day had started rather normally, but then again they always do. I woke up after a lot of screaming from my alarm clock telling me to get off my lazy rump and get ready for school. After dragging myself out of bed and grabbing some basketball shorts to put on and a shirt with Rainbow Dash’s cutie mark on it. Once I was done dressing I lifted my still half asleep body out of the room only stopping to curse at my wardrobe that I stubbed my toe on again.
Making my way down my houses stairs I slumped down into my favorite chair positioned around the breakfast table before grabbing my favorite cereal and pouring it and some milk into a bowl. After I had finished chowing down on my breakfast I went and finished getting ready for school, you know brushing my teeth and hair and then packing up my books in my satchel. As I walked towards the door, I remembered my homework for World History class, so I ran upstairs and grabbed it before hopping on my bike and making the quick ride to school.
After arriving at school I met up with my friends, who poked fun at my shirt and then we settled in and started the gossip table that always formed before school in the Commons
“So is the power still out at your house?” Kevin said asking the group.
“Yea.” mumbled Evin in response.
“Aww, why so down Evin did Liam steal your computer again?” I asked sarcastically
“Well he might as well have, it died last night so I won't be playing Minecraft until they get the power back on.”
“Well, go to the store and buy those weird battery plug things if you're so obsessed with that game.” Kevin retorted.
“Yea well at least I'm not constantly watching ponies.” Evin said staring at me
“What they're awesome.” I said in my own defence.
“Ok everybody listen up.” said Ms.Jeniffer “the power is still out so we will be continuing school in the dark... again. and with that we were sent off to class were we would be either sitting on the shop table talk with each other or using hand tools. After a very long and drawn out 90 minute shop class we had our 5 minute break and moved on into World History.
“Ok Ariana can you please tell me who King Afonso was?” asked our teacher Ms.Leslie thinking that she had caught Ariana not paying attention to the lesson.
“King Afonso was a Christian king in the western portion of Central Africa.” Ariana said knowing what she had tried to do lucky for her she had gotten an easy question.
“Ok class, you are dismissed for lunch.” was the cue that we had been waiting for since school had started. Lunch in our school has been and will always be a sacred hour break where you get to go home and eat a nice home-cooked meal or walk across the street to my parents coffee shop, it had a multitude of pastries and bagels for sale along with coffee, but I have always hated coffee (probably due to overexposure).
I packed up my things namely my book and binder under my arm and went to stow them away in my cubby (yes, we had cubbies in high school because we are a Pre-K through 12 school). After that I walked across the playground and to my my bike to ride home, but before mounting my bike I saw something out of the corner of my eye, but dismissed it as a pre-schooler running to his mother. Hoping on my bike I rode home as fast as I could to see what weird food my mom had cooked up for us today.
“Oh great, meatloaf.” I sighed while staring at the most dreaded of foods that had been placed in front of me to eat.
“just eat it Dalt, its good for you and we are out of soup so you can’t have anything else.”
I just grumbled in response before digging my fork into the evil meat. Taking a bite I winced at what I had expected to be a horror trip for my taste buds, but it was actually quite good.
“Mom, what did you do different the meatloaf tastes... good!” I asked surprised with the new taste of the meatloaf that had long been associated with horrible tasting meat.
“Umm, I didn’t change anything maybe you just tasted what you wanted to taste so you could make fun of my food?
“Yea, well your cooking does kind of stink.”
“What!” my mom screamed in an obviously fake surprised voice “I thought you loved my cooking.” she said stifling a snicker
“No mom I love your cooking it's the best in the world.” I said while smiling, before excusing myself and leaving to get back to school. When I returned to school all the kids in the younger grades were playing on the playgrounds while teachers moved leftover debris from the hurricane. I walked into the commons area to see the small gathering forming around the main table yet again, sitting down I over heard something about a strange disease going around, but didn’t inquire about it because it most likely wouldn’t reach us with the roads out and no ferries bringing people over.
After the small gossip session, we all went to our geometry class to begin to learn more about special right triangles and how to use their formulas, but our teacher decided that he was going to change the way we were assigned and did homework.
Now that he had gone over the new format and thoroughly confused everybody in the class he asked “Did everybody understand.” and we all responded by mindlessly nodding our heads. It was around that time that I had started to develop a fierce headache and a restless stomach and asked if I could be excused to go to the bathroom.
When I got to the bathroom I stared at myself in the mirror to see if there were any signs of sickness. As I was standing there staring at my reflection my vision started to blurred in and out before finally settling itself into a haze, then the edges of my already horrible vision began to darken as the intensity of my headache grew to unbearable levels before I eventually passed out.
I awoke to the banging on the door of the small school bathroom and some gruff man whose voice I recognized as our custodian/assistant basketball coaches “Hey Dalton come on get out of the bathroom, schools almost over and you have been in there for 2 hours.”
“Huh 2 hours.” I said wincing at the pain still piercing my head
“Um... Dalton are you sick, your voice sounds a little weird?”
“What are you talking about?” listening more closely to my voice this time “Oh my Celestia I sound like a girl.” I gasped “Wait why did I say Celestia instead of Go...oh...D. What the hey...WHAT IS GOING ON, why can't I speak right.” I said holding my hands up to my face, then doing a double take I realized that I didn't have hands at all I had a pair of hooves!