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// Prologue 
// Story: Life of Pie 
// by HeartShieldFiM 
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I was not the kind of girl who hated her life. No, not at all.
I did pretty good at school, I had the average amount of friends and a nice boyfriend who loved ponies as much as I do.
I had a house with my own bedroom, a bathroom with a tub ánd a shower, I had an awesome bunk bed and enough space to store my stuff.
I never felt thát happy, but hey, at least I also never felt depressed. I guess I just felt like every other adolescent feels in puberty.
It was a pretty O.K. time.

One day, I remember very well (of course), I came home from school. I was exhausted, for I had made several tests that week and thank Celestia it was Friday!
I dragged myself to the couch and just let myself fall down. Didn't care about my backpack, books, homework for the next Monday, nope. First I was gonna watch the new episode of My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic.
I hadn't watched it the day it came out, because of my busy schedule. Instead of watching my favourite show, I did homework.
So, I thought I finally deserved some me-time.
My laptop wouldn't load the video immediately (it's a nice old thing), so I decided to clean up my room first. When I got that out of the way, I would be a lot more relaxed.

A note about my room: it. is. AWESOME.
I am having the upper half of a bunk bed, completely built in by high library bookcases. They're filled with all kinds of books. I love reading.
I have adventure books, but mostly books about languages and cooking. I have all sorts of dictionaries. Dutch to English, Dutch to Spanish, Dutch to German, French and Greek.
Yeah, I know what you're thinking. I am such a nerd/geek/Twilight Sparkle. That's only half true. I study languages because I want to travel all around the world when I'm grown up and a journalist.
I love traveling. I've been to all the countries I own the dictionaries of, and also to some more. My best trip was to London, definitely.
Thank Celestia I speak English too. Everyone was like "Woah, you're from another country? AWESOME."
And I was like *roll my eyes and pretend I don't listen*.
That kinda is because I hate my roots. I don't like the fact that the people from the Netherlands are so greedy and gloomy. They could learn a lot from the Mane Six.

All right, I am totally getting off topic. I was talking about my strange experience that day.

Have I told you about my giant Pinkie Pie-plushie? My crème de la crème from my pony collection. I collect mostly Pinkies, since she's sort of my favourite pony. I also have two Rarity's, one from a blind bag and the other one was given to me by my brother. He's no brony, but he doesn't really mind that I am.
Well, I have a sort of life-sized Pinkie plushie in my bed. She's my pillow, my fave toy and my psychiatrist. Really, whenever I have problems I can tell them to Pinkie.
So, I went into my bedroom and I almost immediately fell over.
As I crawled up again, I looked at what tripped me. It was my wonderful Pinkie Pie, laying in the middle of my old worn carpet.
I sighed. When did I dropped her here? I believe I left her this morning, nicely tucked in under the blankets, and waiting for me to get home again.
And now she was on my carpet.
I decided to leave the lights out - I didn't need 'em anyway -, and tried to grab Pinkie Pie.
She screamed.