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// I Just Walked Into An Alternate Dimension, With Ancient Rich Kids! 
// Story: The Deceived Mind 
// by Lunar Scribe 
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"I am the moon princess, Luna, from equestrian lore, but I am in fact, real.
"I have been trapped on the moon for a thousand years, alone and bored. And have not seen civilization up close until recently.
"And now, I'm stuck with a psychopath," I couldn't help myself from glaring at her, "a hallucinating kid," I went red, knowing I assumed she ment some one else for when she said psychopath at that moment, "And my sister who made me stay here to realize canterlot is better then here, and ended up in a warpath made by you!"
I was shocked, who was her sister? So I asked just that.
"The bus driver that smiled like you were family, or some one she loved."
I went so red, a thermostat was duller then the hue my face was now. Some one she loved? God my life sucks so much now. I facepalmed, making my face go a little less red, surprisingly, and slowly returned to my usual hue.
"Your sister was hot..." I mumbled, getting red again, "I mean what does your sister do, the moon as well?" I said louder.
"I heard that," she glared menacingly, and I went redder then before, probably like mars, "and no she doesn't do the moon as well, then there would be competition between us. My sister controls the sun"
I wanted to say, 'that's makes her hot, but your not.' but settled with,"That makes her hotter." and I laughed sheepishly. She already heard the comment about her sister being hot.
"I do not get this new age humor, but..." she grabbed my collar, and lifted me up, "... do not test me mortal." she warned hotly.
"Its a joke, she was pretty, and she rules the sun, so that makes her hotter, get it?" was it my imagination or was it getting hotter? The sun was getting brighter, and it began to hurt a bit.
"Show off" Luna murmured to herself.
I pretended to ignore her, and tried to walk off. People were no where to be seen anywhere, even the streets were empty.
"Hey, where are you going?" Luna asked.
I did not reply, but I walked off, giving her a two fingered salute, my sign for good bye. I wanted to go, she was crazier then me. And I wanted to be alone.
"I'm not done talking to you!" her voice was rising.
I walked on, halfway across the field, no one was in sight still.
Then a booming voice louder then ten basses, shouted directly at me; "DO NOT MAKE US USE THE ROYAL CANTERLOT VOICE, PEASANT!!! WE ARE THE GREAT LUNA, MASTER OF THE NIGHT, AND THOU SHALL TAKE HEED TO THY CALLING!"
It was hard not to hear that, even from across the field. But she used old English. Why?
Then I brushed that side away, just a fast as I was thinking it: about three seconds. There was ringing in my ears for a bit, and I stared at Luna, mouth agape. I thought to myself again, did she use her megaphone? Nah, she didn't have one. And then that thought brushed away.
And then I couldn't control myself, and walked towards her, unwillingly.
She stood there, angry yet smiling. "I want you to tell me something." she whispered.
"What?" the silence was there for a few seconds.
"Why won't you wake up?"
I stared in shock, I was chilled to the bone, horrified. This is a dream?
"Have you tried to wake me? My psyical body, I mean." I cried.
"He's coming through. Should I?" the voice of Luna subsided, leaving a more familiar voice.
"Help me...." and I plunged through a light.
My first question was answered; dream or reality. But I didn't want to know the answer anymore.
But then a new one arose: "What happened?" my stomach ached badly, and I tried to figure out why.

"You passed out, and wouldn't wake up. We thought you were sleeping, until I slammed a chair on your stomach."
"We?"
"Yeah, the whole class." I looked around, the familiar faces weren't welcoming anymore, my recent knowledge turning into realization.
But I needed to ask the one question, about some one not currently in the room. "Where's Luna?"
"Who's Luna? Are you sure that wasn't a coma?" Anthony asked, his voice was different, but I couldn't tell why. He was a friend, but now I wasn't certain.
"Maybe I'm still in it, maybe I'm just dreaming." I received stares, and I tried to wake myself up, violently tossing myself across the room, receiving only bruises, and some blood pulsating violently through my head, in return.
"This is real life." Jacob said, another friend of mine, and I began to question what Luna said, even if she was fictional.
"I'd like to know one thing; when is my moms birthday?"
"I don't know what is it." Correct
"What's my favorite...." I had to think. Fast. Something random, something that's me... "Animal?"
"You never said" Emily said, and I frowned. It looked more like my thinking face, so i could fool them about my (hopefully) temporary paranoia. The anwser was right again.
 "What's the way to spell my name?" obvious but certain.
"T-R-I-S-T-E-N" the teacher replied confidently.
I had to hold my rage. So I stated "You've got them all right, now, tell me what I missed."
I felt a malovent presence turn to a joyous one. I have pleased some one powerful.
"There was a takeover...." the teacher quickened her speech, but i made it out; "I mean makeover from Tiana A, Tanner was rude, and science was boring. Any other questions." Crude, and the least bit helpful for them, i decided to break free. But first, a little show.
"How many times, do I have stretch this out?" I said, my tone becoming menancing and hateful.
"What out?" Anthony asked.
I punched the teacher in the face. Hard. Really hard.
Her face bled badly, and she fell to the ground. Her body became still. "I've knocked her out again," and I added be a hundred percent surely exclaimed loudly, "LIKE A BOSS!" 
I did not receive a shut up, a request, or any rude comment. Just a "Why did you do that?" from each confused student.
"IT'S A-N! HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO SAY IT?!?!" I swore horridly, nothing could succumb my rage. Then I calmed down, but just barely enough to stop my actions. Just enough for reasonable thought. And then a thought struck me immediately and i grabbed a chair. "But how should you know? You are just Changlings!"
And I swung the chair in a three hundred and sixty degree turn, knocking out some class mates, then thrusting the chair forward, knocking more classmates down, I rushed through the door and went to my locker.
Yes, call me a fool, but I had my lock undone and my stuff on me, and ran faster then I have before this madness. And I knew that my state of mind was just reality. My calendar was replaced.
And as I ran to the exit, looking behind me, some one spoke to me, in my head. They said "Fear my sister, she fears you, and her safety of the power she has earned."
And as I walked throught the door to freedom, I learnt my trek was just the beginning to my journey.