//------------------------------// // Home Sweet Home // Story: The Day My Life Began // by Authora97 //------------------------------// My eyes suddenly opened. I was sitting in the school library and there was only one other person inside. What just happened? “Morgan,” A nearby voice asked. Looking at the other person, I realized it was that Bellingham girl. What was she doing in here? She looked just the same as before. Her straight caramel hair went past her shoulders, her dark green eyes were looking down on me with curiosity. She was wearing a black tank top with a black and dark gray striped cardigan. She was wearing her favorite jeans with cuts around the knee. I'm guessing they were her favorite, she wore them all the time. Right now, Bellingham was looking down on me with a mixture of confusion and concern. “It is Morgan right?” Bellingham asked. “Yeah,” I said quickly. Jumping for maybe… eighteen hours. What had caused me to come back, especially from a Pull? Getting off the library ground, I felt a hand grab my arm. When I looked up at Bellingham I remembered what I had thought last. I was actually starting to miss Bellingham. Standing up, I reached down and grabbed my backpack and my phone. That can't be what brought me back. Maybe the Story just wanted me to finish the episode. Yeah. That's was it. “My name is Caroline, thanks for asking.” Bellingham said sarcastically. “I didn’t ask. I didn’t want to know. Goodbye.” I said shortly. I walked around Bellingham and began my way towards my mom and her car. I needed to do some research. The minute I got home, I ran upstairs and to my TV. I had to do research on MLP:FIM just after the SSC. Of course, then I had to get Darcy from whoever she was killing this time. Which movie did I leave her in this time? Darcy Anderson. My twin sister. My purple eyed, straight haired, sister. My murderer of a sister. I met her in Child’s Play some forty years ago. It was for me, more like thirty for her. She was… thirty-four years old last i checked. She was inventive too. She came up with Blood Polish™. Darce had gotten some clear polish and poured blood in it. No one’s figured it out, they just think it's a great shade of red. Don't tell her I told you this…but she has a huge crush on: Andy Barclay! I know! She almost murdered him once, I think that's the day she started liking him. I remember! I left her ‘Scream’! I wonder how she’s doing. Darcy Anderson These bitches get dumber with each movie I go in. Mickey, that guy was easier to kill than I thought. You would think they would try harder to protect themselves. Same for that Loomis chick. I was dressed as Ghostface, closing in on Sidney. “Who are you?!” She cried. “Someone you’ll never get to know.” A voice said from behind me. Turning back, I saw a familiar face standing a ways from me. Morgan, always the good doer. “Sidney, run!” Morgan shouted. She ran up to me. I gave chase. We ran like this for a minute or so. It ended when I reached. “You always ruin my fun.” I told her, standing in front of a window. Morgan smiled. “Maybe if you didn't screw with the rules I would let you have some.” She looked over towards the window behind me. “You ready?” “Just get it over with.” I said. Morgan nodded. She ran up to me and pushed us thru the window. Morgan Spencer My sister and I shot up from the bed. I could still feel the rush of falling from that second story window. It was always fun to fall. “You went on to the sequel?” I asked my sister. Darcy, without the Ghostface costume, glanced at me. She was my twin with only a few minor differences. Her raven wing hair was straight, going a few inches farther than her shoulders. Her eyes, royal purple, always had that devious little gleam in them. Her usual outfit consisted of a long sleeved t-shirt, jeans, converses painted red (you know how), and on occasion she would wear one black leather fingerless glove. Darce always hid a knife in her sleeve, tucked up nice so as not to cut her skin by accident. She would also hides bullets, a pack-up gun, spare knife, spare gun, regular gun, a tube of Blood Polish and mascara. The one thing about her, though, that always stuck out, was her necklace. It was a silver chain, connecting with a pink lollipop charm and pink letters spelling ‘LIL SIS’. She had never taken it off since I gave it to her, not even to bath or kill. The killer looked at me with a smug look, moving about some junk on the floor. “Totally. I was bored waiting around for your slow ass.” I laughed. “I had better things to do, than worry about how you were doing.” A look of mock hurt covered her facer. “Glad to see I‘m so high on your scale of importance.” Darcy said, walking around my room and picking up random things. She picked up a small white stuffed cat, with pink eyes. “Is this stuffed animal higher than me?” “Snow is very high on that list. Just look at those inhuman eyes.” I said with a little pout. “My eyes are purple, you don’t get me inhuman than that!” Darcy said, starting to laugh hysterically. I gave a chuckle, grabbing my remote and changing the channel on my TV from ‘Scream 2’ to My Little Pony, Episode Three. It took my sister all of three seconds to notice. “‘My Little Pony’? I saw some six year olds playing with those things by a park. In 1979!” Darcy almost yelled. “Shh! My family is still in here! They don’t know about you remember!” I harshly whispered. Darcy groaned, leaning her back against one of my walls. I had kept the secret from my family for one reason and one reason alone: they wouldn’t believe me. The last people I told took it badly, I’m pretty sure that part of my arm is still broken in some aspect. One girl, I think his name was Seth-something, had decided that he didn’t believe my lies and pushed me down twenty stairs and had his friend pushed me down the other twenty. Needless to say I was not a popular child in Elementary and Middle school. Preschool, now that was a whole other story. The worst part was, that those years were over quadrupled for me. Since time works differently for me, 5th, 6th, and 7th lasted almost a century. It got easier after I met Darcy, but it was still bad. If a bunch of kids didn’t believe me, ones that I believed were friends, then why would my Christian parents who hated anything that involved magic for it’s relation to the Devil as well as horoscopes, Harry Potter, and basically all of the places I’ve Jumped too? No. I would never tell them, not a chance. “You know, that technically means you’re thirty-six.” I told Darcy as I paused the TV. She nodded. “Yep. I had a great party.” “You should’ve had two.” “The other one was a little more...private.” Darcy said with wink. I shook my head, giving her a chuckle. “Darce, how many did you kill that night?” I asked. She shrugged. “I think...twelve. That frat boys will do anything if beer is there.” “Did you at least lace the beer-” “With the best date-rape drug I could find.” Darcy smirked. “They didn’t suspect a thing.” The two of us laughed, happy to be together again after a long gap. The two of us were there for another hour, until Darcy came to a startling conclusion. “I’m hungry.” Darcy said simply, looking out at my TV screen as the two of us watched CSI. “Me too.” I agreed. “Do you have any food up here?” Darce asked. I rolled my eyes. “Yes, I have some chip bags stored in that third drawer under the TV.” “Drinks?” “Second, non-alcoholic.” “Great, now I can’t get drunk. My clothes?” “First and some in the closet. The ones in the closet had some stains. Why do you always hurt someone when you come here?” I asked my sister as she pulled a Coke from the second drawer and a bag of spicy nacho Doritos from the third. Darcy glared at me. “You know why.” It was true. I did know, but it wasn’t something I liked admitting. “I have a confession.” “Just admit you love me and get it over with.” Darce said absentmindedly. “No, not that. God knows you don’t need another ego boost,” I said as Darcy opened the separate food sources. Waiting for a good moment to speak, I watched Darcy. “I was Pulled.” Darcy did a spit-take. “You what?! Put the last time you did was with me!” “My point exactly.” I said. The girl jumped on my bed, she grabbed my forearms and locked eyes with me. “Where did you go? Who did you see? Do I have a new member of the Anderson Clan?” Darcy asked me. I laughed, trying to push the girl off. “Get off me ya fat oof!” I laughed while shoving the girl off, making her roll and fall off the bed. Darcy quickly sat up, looking at me with a smile I’m sure my friends have seen on me. “Tell me! Tell me! Tell me! Tell me!” She chanted. “Alright! Down girl!” I laughed. “Watch the soda! I can’t have another spill!” I warned just as Darcy nearly stepped on it with her knee. Darcy smiled, picking up the soda and taking a sip. “Now, spill.” Rolling my eyes, I looked at Darcy. “Ponyville. The Mane 6, Spike, the Princesses, Mrs. Cake, and...I think the last one is a yes.” Darcy’s eyes widened. “Ye-wait...Mane 6? Princesses? Ponyville? You went to ‘My Little Pony’ didn’t you!” “Not by choice, I remind you.” She laughed. “So, what were you? A dragon, a griffon, pegasis? Earth pony, seahorse?” Darcy tried. “Nope. I was a unicorn. I was raspberry pink, had a midnight blue mane with sterling silver stripes, and amber eyes.” My twin sister looked like she was about to start cracking up. “And...the dragon in my house” Her jaw dropped “has mostly lilac scales but the ones on her head, stomach and spines are midnight blue.” “A dragon! You got a dragon!” Darcy cheered, standing up and almost spilling some Coke. “She’s a Made-up Dragon, Darce, she was like...four or five!” Darcy shrugged, “I was too, you don’t see me effected.” “Just a few minutes ago you told me you killed twelve frat guys on your birthday after drugging them and had sex with them.” I told her. “Yes, your point?” Darcy asked. “Ugh!” I groaned, grabbing a pillow and throwing it in her face. “So, if you turned out so bad then imagine how a female dragon that breathes fire will do!” Now, her purple eyes widened. “Exactly. We need to keep this from her as long as we can, when the time is right we’ll tell her all we can.” “Wait...we?” Darcy asked, starting to look scared. “Oh? I forgot to mention my sister in Equestria didn’t I?” This should be fun. Darcy tried backing away as I got off my bed and walked up to her. “Apparently, in Equestria I have a twin sister. A fraternal twin though. She’s a pegasus, with a blood red coat-” “No.” “Sterling silver mane that’s straight as the knife on her cutiemark-” “Not doing it.” “And royal purple eyes.” “I’m not going to some girly pony world!” Darcy stated. “And her name was-” “You can’t convince me!” Darcy said. “Won’t need to, you’ll just go with me.” “Morgan Annie Spencer, you won’t talk me into going there! I won’t be able to do anything fun! Please don’t make me go!” Darcy pleaded. “One prob with that Darce.” I said, carefully reaching for the remote. “What?” She asked, eyes slowly looking less panicked. “You’re already there.” With that, I grabbed her wrist and pressed play on the remote “I used to wonder what friendship could be!” “No!” Darcy said as I dragged her into Equestria.