//------------------------------// // Human again!! // Story: What the frick?! // by Cool writer //------------------------------// Still being childishly held by my mother, I wander my sad thoughts of all the bad, horrible things that could happen from this. At least I have Lyra, and Mom to count on to not think differently of me, and the freak I've become. My life has been hard at some points, but nothing like this. Why did this have to happen? Why me? Well I think anybody would wonder "Why them." I'm still sitting with my legs tucked close to me, and I go back to resting my head on my knees. Well at least I can say I'm "Half human." But still. Mom continues hugging me close to her, even though I'm 16 and a half. "Emma?" "What?" I think I'll just keep you home today." She says, rubbing my mane. Wait. How do I all of a sudden know what it's called now? ugh this whole pony thing is messing with my mind. I set that aside for now, as I turn my head to look at mom. "Y-you would do that for me?" I ask quietly. "Yeah, it was wrong of me to just throw you back into school like this, and seeing as how you're not coping to well." "Thanks." I say hugging her once more. "Now come on, I won't have you sitting here sulking all day, okay?" " *sniff* Okay mom." I say, as she gets up, and holds out a hand. I take it, and she helps hoist me up, but not off the floor obviously. She hugs me again for a third time. Yes I hug back. Wow. Lots of hugging. When she lets go, she smiles at me, then returns to the first floor of the house. I simply just stand there for a few more seconds, replaying what just happened, over again in my mind. I let out another deep sigh, as I head back to my room, tired as all heck. I lay down in my bed, and actually cover myself this time. I lay facing the wall, the way I had woken up. I hope she doesn't forget to call me in sick today. It isn't long before mom comes back up to check on me. I was hoping to sleep till I hear the thump, thump, thump of footsteps ascending the stairs. I'm not sure weather to be upset by this or happy. She's been very calm about this, and very concerned. But on the other side of it, I WAS trying to sleep, but oh well. I listen to each footstep, as they approach my room. I don't change my position at all or anything. I don't know what she is planning, but it better not be to get me out of bed. She comes in, and sits in the same spot as before, being careful as to not sit on any part of me. "Yes?" I ask. "I just wanted to tell you I made pancakes in case you're hungry okay?" She says softly. "Okay." I say yawning. "A few pancakes couldn't hurt." "That's the spirit!" The replies, patting me on the back as I sit up. "Mom. It's just pancakes." I say chuckling a bit. She just shakes her head in response. "But they were made by me" She says, when she finishes shaking her head, and I just roll my eyes. "So, you don't seem to be very phased by this at all. You know. Like normally, wouldn't you be freaking out? "Well no since YOU are the one who had to experience it, plus the fact that you are my daughter, and I see you no different than before, and also I pretty much had a mental breakdown yesterday from it so you know!" She says mocking me at the end. "Good point." "Well those pancakes aren't gonna eat themselves, so why don't we go fill our bellies?" She asks, standing up. "Sounds like a plan." I reply smiling. We walk together downstairs to the dinning room, and the smell of freshly cooked pancakes, with butter on top, and covered in pure maple syrup, fills my nostrils. I close my eyes, and take in a big wif, and once again, my ears go flat. why do they do that? I don't know. But at the same time, my tail flicks once. Okay I'm beginning to get creeped out a lot by this. Anyway, there is a plate in the center of the table, with at least eight pancakes on it. They are about as big as a foot from one side to the other. I thought this was a simple breakfast. Not a feast. There are also two plates in front on two chairs opposite each other, and I take a seat in one of them. Well So far it's just pancakes, and a bottle of syrup, but no pancakes smothered in it yet or anything. Mom takes a seat in the other chair on the other side of the table. Still feeling a bit sleepy, I rub my eyes, which takes longer than usual, since they are several times bigger than normal. Then out comes another big yawns, as I stretch out my arms, to wake up my muscles. I still can't believe I just broke down like that in the hallway, but there was a very legitimate reason for it so...yeah. But anywho, back to reality, which isn't really much of a reality to me anymore, now being stuck in the body of a pony human hybrid. "How many?" mom asks. "Just two for now, please." I say politely. "Okay then." She says, Grabbing two, and placing them on my plate, then hands me the syrup. "Thanks" I say,taking the bottle of syrup, and drizzling a spiral over my tower of two pancakes. I close the cap, and place the bottle back where it was, and mom takes it from there. I grab my fork, and cut a piece out of it, and I pop it into my mouth. The edge of the pancakes are crisp, just the way I like them, as to where the rest of it is moist, and flavor filled. The taste of the pancakes themselves is just amazing, and the texture is perfect. They are a golden brown color, and aren't burnt in one way or another. They are just absolutely perfect in everyway, and every savory bite is like a party in my mouth. The funny thing is that I'm picky when it comes to pancakes, but when made like this, you wont get a single complaint. Some butter would have been good, but I wouldn't want to ruin it, just in case. "So how is it?" "Just horrible!" I say sarcastically. "I hope you didn't poison mine!!" I say laughing a bit. "Yeah, yeah sure." She says rolling her eyes. "I guess ponies have really bad taste buds then huh?" She asks. I find this very hilarious, yet offensive at the same time. I try to glare at her, but only for a short moment before I beak out laughing! I guess I needed it anyway. "Yeah shut up mom." I reply. "Never!" She says with her mouth full of food. "EEWW mom! I don't wanna see your art work!" I pout, shielding my eyes from her. Well after a few more minutes we finish our pancakes, which were very good indeed. I don't know how, but she always seems to cook them to perfection every time. I came to like them so much that if they don't come out like that, my picky side rears it's ugly head out of it's deep dark secret corner, hidden deep within my body. After I finish, I take our plates to the sink and wash them, then head back up to my room, to try and finally get back to sleep. That's if mother let's me sleep. lol. Once again, I am curled up under my blankets, all snuggled in. I grab my phone from under my pillow, and slide the lock open. I go to youtube, and what I see on the feed, messes with my mind so bad. This can't be true! There's a video about a rumor of a junior who turns into a pegasus that looks like it was pulled from T.V. I open up the video, and put in my ear buds, which were already plugged into the phone. At the beginning there is some sort of silly introduction to the video I could care less about. Then it goes to a reporter woman, and three dudes and a chick all from my science class!! Well fuck me in the ass and call me a bitch!! "It's just like oh my god. There are no words for it." The chicks says "This girl named Emma, just...changed. She turned into this yellow pony looking thing. It was creepy as hell too, to see it go down right in front of me." One of the three guys says. "So what you are telling me is that, a student from your school, just randomly turned into a pony of some sort?" "Uh that's what I just said!" "I don't suppose you have any proof of this?" The reporter asks. "Well we all have the same class with her, and we each took a video of it...well, as much as we could." One of the other guys says. "Could you please show me this footage?" the lady asks. "Yeah sure." The second guy says pulling out his phone. Those bitches took a bucking VIDEO OF ME?!?! omg it happened again. I said buck. But any way I am done here! I exit the video, and put on some music. It's the only thing I know of the show "My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic" It's a song called: Spin that record Vinyl Scratch. I put the volume on full blast, cause I just love this song except for the part where this really high pitched voice comes and and says: "Weee!! LEt's go!!" I think they could have left that out. I have listened to other songs by this Mandopony person who makes the videos, like Scratch that. The other videos are okay I guess but this is the only other one I really like. Some people say I'm dumb for listening to these, so I just tell them I am not a fan of the show itself, i just happen to like these two individual songs. The second song I like due to the fact that, I can use one earbud, so I can listen to whats going on around me because it goes in one ear, and sounds like it's coming in the other ear as well, plus the beat is just awesome like the first one. I think The first one is better though, by a long shot. Anyway, After I listen to these two songs a few times each I decide to get some sleep, that I really need to catch up on. I take out my ear bud, and I turn off my phone, and place it back under my pillow. Then I lay myself down, and drift off into sleep before you can say "Vinyl Scratch, don't stop the music." Yeah bad pun there. When I wake up, I find I'm laying the way I was before, but once again, something feels different. I look at my hands, which re no longer yellow!! Right away, I get up, and run to the bathroom, and look at my reflection. I was hoping, that I wouldn't see that yellow fur face pony, and to my luck, I didn't!! I myself in the mirror, I see Emma Wilson!! I'm human again!! I look at the rest of my body. Just bare skin, no fur, no tail, thank goodness!! Suddenly I'm the happiest person in the world. I run downstairs to show, and tell mom the good news. But I can't find her, even though I search the whole house. Then I see a not on the fridge: "Dear Emma, I have gone out shopping. I will be back home soon. Please be safe, and don't answer the door for anybody. If I'm not home by 10, then call me. Other than that, have fun!" Oh just great, now that I have something really great to tell her, she just up and leaves. how nice. Leave your daughter home alone when she is clearly very depressed. Well no matter. I'm really happy right now though. Just glad I'm no longer a pony or a hybrid. Well, I'm not sure if I should go to school or not still. I don't think ma would want me to. I simply shrug it off, and I walk into the living room, as the front door opens, and as if on que, mom enters with bags filled with groceries in her hands. When she sees me, the bags get a nice hello from the floor, and mom rushes over to me. "Emma! You're human again!" she exclaims "I know right?!" I squee, jumping a bit "This is so great! "I know I was gonna tell you as soon as I got up, but you weren't here! But you're home now!" "Well somebody seems happy." "No kidding! I'm me again!!" I shout, as I go in to hug mother. "Well it's good to have you back." She says returning my hug. We hug for what seems like an eternity, before we part. "How about I help you with those?" I ask, grabbing some of the bags before she has a chance to answer, and I haul them off to the counter in the kitchen. I pull everything out of the bags, as mom sets the other bags down next to mine, and does the same. We then fold up the bags, and I take them, and put them in the closet. Then we get to putting everything away. It takes us about twenty minutes to do, and we share several glancing smiles as we do. I, in my sixteen and one half years, never thought I'd ever be this happy. Well, what had caused it, and made me very unhappy, but that's over now. I just hope I don't change back into that thing. After we finish, we sit on the couch, just sitting. Then there's a knock on the door. "I'll get it." Mom says, getting up from her seat, and walking around to the door, and opening it. And there stand a man, with a tux, and brown, wavy, combed hair, and an expression that says "I'm home!" It's dad. "Jerold!" Mom squees, hugging him. "We weren't expecting you for another three weeks!" "I know, but the boss cut me loose, since I did a lot of extra work, and by a lot, I mean a LOT!" He says, in his usual dee voice, smiling. "We missed you." mom says letting go. "I missed you too pumpkin cake." He says sweetly, kissing mom on the forehead. "So, what have you guys been up to?" "Oh way more than you know." Me and mom say at the same time, with the same tone in out voice. "Is that so? I suppose you want to tell me then uh?" When dad asks this, mom, immediately looks towards me, with a shocked look on her face. I mouth the single word "No" To mom, and she nods. "Just a good month of mother daughter time is all." Mom says smiling nervously. "Sounds nice." Dad replies. "Yeah. VERY nice." I say to myself. If mom and I tell him, he's gonna think we're totally off the hook, cray cray!! So as far as mom and I know, we WON'T be saying anything about it to dad. Mom steps away, from dad, and comes back to the couch, and dad follows, and sits next to her. They hold onto each other kissing, while I just sit there in my spot awkwardly. It doesn't bug me that they kiss, it's just that, I'm siting here by myself now pretty much, even though they are right there, but lost in a world of kissing. It makes me smile, that they are so happy to see each other, after a month of being apart. They kiss for another few seconds longer, before they stop, and dad turns to face me. He smiles that smiles that he has smiled for the past six years. I used to think it was stupid, but eventually I grew on it, and came to think of it as a nice "Hello." He gets up from the couch, and comes over to me, and sits. He wraps an arm around my back, and pulls me int a hug, that I instantly return. I haven't seen this guy in forever, and it's just been too long without him. I'm glad to say we have a happy family that can get along. "So what have you been up to Emma?" He asks, letting me go when I see it. A green lightning bolt shape of hair, drop down in front of my view.