> The Deceived Mind
>  by Lunar Scribe
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> The New Girl
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One day, like any other, I was walking the back alley of my street, the cold winter air greeting me slightly through my winter jacket.
I wore a pair of jeans with a hole in the left knee, a short sleeved shirt, a reversible black and white sweater, and a pair of shoes that were black, my winter jacket, and to keep myself warm, I had the hoods on from each sweater.
The dark alley was not there anymore, by it was brighter, a sign of spring approaching. The roads were not too icy, but just enough to let me slide across the road without taking forever.
There were no cars, and not many people. The crosswalk was easy the pass the first time, and the second.
I walked straight to the bench, and sat down, ignoring everyone. They were not my friends, nor did I know them. Before I left it was seven thirty, soon these people will go away, but only after two minutes of waiting as usual. So I waited patiently for the first bus to come and take these adolescents, leaving me alone, except for the one kid who comes at the same time the bus leaves. Just like any other day.
The bus arrived, so did the one kid, he waited at the top of the hill, I never bothered to ask his name, because it was never important.
I watched as the bus left with all the students showing their transit passes, then leaving to go to the next stop two blocks down the road.
I stood up and paced, like some days when I'm full awake. Not unusual at all.
While I paced, more kids arrived, a few my actual friends, some I just knew and chatted with, others I didn't know at all.
But one girl stood out. She was NEVER there before. I wanted to say hi, but it was against my morning ritual; turn alarm off, bathroom, change, make sandwich, drink, get ready, check time, leave, wait silently making no contact, sit at the back right corner, get off, learn. My whole day of school generalized in the morning.
Conversations were over rated at seven forty in the morning, so i walked around in wonder, wondering who this girl is.
Was she a new student, late for the bus before, or I just didn't see her before? I pondered
She wore a really dark blue jacket with a weird symbol on it, black pants with moons on them, and had weird blue hair.
I looked more expertly, she had dark blue eyes, and blue lips. Weird? Yes. Was I the least bit concerned? The next day I wished I was.
The bus for me was appearing down the street, some kids were still racing down the road to get to school on time. The rest walked to where the bus stopped by.
Th blue girl walked to the side of the sidewalk away from us. I watched in confusion, as the bus stopped for her, right in front of here. Convenience? Yes, it stopped where I was one time, who cares.
She walked on without a pass, not even bothering to grab it out of her pockets.
The kids scurried to the bus door, but I walked calmly, and showed my pass. The bus driver looked cheerful with her four colored hair: purple, green, blue, and turquise, set down, with a smile that said "Hello friend", but the smile dropped after I passed her.
Now it was beginning to get weird...
I walked to my regular spot, surprised to see the blue girl on the left of it. Ignoring her, I sat down, awaiting for the bus to get moving.
The girl looked at me, I looked at her, quickly looking away, I didn't like making eye contact. Especially with girls, I didn't want the wrong impression. So I looked at the window to the right of me. Then she seemed to smile in the reflection in the window, I made no change in expression.
She reached for my shoulder, and grabbed it lightly, trying to grasp my attention. I shifted uncomfortably in my seat.
"What?" I asked, annoyed. She let go of my shoulder.
"I'm new, i think I'm in your class, and I would like to know you and the class."
"Wait." I replied calmly to her.
"For what?" she asked, confused.
"For school," I added tiredly, "and for me to wake up."
"But your up now." she seemed even more confused.
I stared at her, then at the sky. The moon was still up, usual winter day.
"Luna," she said dreamily, adding smartly, "that's Spanish for 'Moon'."
"I do not care for Spanish. So what's so special about it? The moon I mean." I asked distantly, holding a yawn back.
"That's my name." she replied calmly.
"Moon?" I asked childishly, I wanted to be left alone.
"No, Luna." she said matter-of-factly.
"Strange name..." for a strange girl, I thought to myself.
"But it's beautiful, and so am I."
I checked her out, and shrugged. She pushed my shoulder playfully. The back was slowly getting rowdy.
I moved away, slightly to get some room.
"Come on, don't be a baby." she said playfully.
I stared out of the window, the school was close by.
I stood up slowly, walking to the exit. Everyone else did the same, but at their own pace.
Luna followed behind me, and as the bus stopped, we prepared to leave, and walked straight to the school.
When me and Luna reached the office I told her to get her schedule for classes.
"Okay. See you soon?"
I shook my head. "I'll come along with you, and show you to your class."
"Okay." and we walked into the office.
The secretary looked up, and I explained why we were here. "This is the new girl, and she would like her schedule for the terms."
She nodded and searched for some papers.
She handed Luna a paper stating her classes. She was in my core subjects, and my day A periods, day B's we had the opposite classes of me.
Since today was day A, I motioned her to follow me.
"First thing we have is..." I checked the paper, "social, with me, room 202."
"You teach?" Luna was staring at me, confused.
I stared back, and laughed "No, it just means you come with me."
"Okay." now she understood.
I motioned her to follow me, and we shared the same homeroom, so first I had to arrange a locker for her.
"But first you need a locker..." i paused, and thought about other stuff she might need, "and textbooks."
She nodded in agreement, and followed. We walked to our homeroom, 208, and spoke with the teacher.
"Luna is new here and she needs a lock." I explained.
The teacher nodded and gave me her new lock and combination. "Tell me the one you choose, so I can write it down."
Luna and I walked to the hall, and I pointed to a locker next to mine, only because "This one I know is empty" I told her.
"Seems nice. Now the textbooks?"
I smiled and nodded in reply, then we walked to the homeroom, told the teacher the locker number, and left for the library, hoping the librarian was still there, and she was.
"We need one science eight textbook, one math eight textbook, and one social eight textbook." each I remembered from in my backpack, and the librarian nodded "For who?" she asked.
I pointed to Luna, "she's new."
"Name?"
"Luna." she pronounced.
"What a pretty name." the librarian complimented Luna.
"Thank you very much." she bowed, smiling.
The librarian signed the books out, and handed them to Luna.
We began walking to our class, and after we left the library, I asked Luna what all the bowing was about.
"It is traditional to show ones gratitude that way." she pronounced gladly.
"Seems legit." I shrugged, and we continued our way to class. The silence between us awkward.
I decided to break the silence, "Where do you come from?" a simple question.
"From around here and there." she was avoiding the question, understandable. But I pressed on.
"You can tell me." I urged her on,  she shook her head, "I won't tell anyone if you like."
"But I don't want to tell you." she was beginning to sound annoyed.
"Sorry..." I let the silence engulf us again, until we reached class. "We are at social now."
"Okay, what shall we learn? How to talk with manners, peer pressure? What?"
I held back a snicker, she talks so strange, it was cute, but instead of laughing, I said normally "It's not exactly social, more like history. We learn about the past."
"So you know all about me? I should be a subject in your history class."
Now it became clear, weird speech, self centered, "Look princess, daddy wasn't here early enough to write a subject about you in the history book. I don't care if your a rich or not, but learn we are all equal, and don't have a class dedicated to us." a bit harsh, but this rich kid had to know she wasn't important.
She was beginning to be furious, and wasn't liking the fact I just disrespected her.
"I'm sorry, but rich kids don't get books written on them. Particularly in Canada. You need to be popular first."
She was still furious, if anything she was getting even more madder the whole time.
"Just take a seat and calm down. Class is about to begin." I said soothingly.
She began to breath deeply, a calming technique, and sat down. I smiled that she actually listened. I guess rich kids aren't completely naive.
I think she smiled back because she was either plotting revenge, or because she realized I was right and didn't have to freak out over it. Either way, I was glad the new kid was seemingly happy.
The class begun at the usual pace, with some slight drawbacks, from people other than Luna, and some slight paperwork.
At the end of class, I spoke to Luna and asked if this was simple, or if she needed some help.
"It's quite fine really, just what's next?" she wondered.
"Language arts, room 205, follow me." I pronounced helpfully, and we walked down the hall like all the other kids.
"Are you mad at me still?" I asked sadly, I didn't want her to hate me.
"No, it's just..." she paused, "never mind, you will never understand it."
I looked curiously at her, wondering what it was that she thought I couldn't understand. "So you aren't going to tell me?" I asked.
"It will boggle your mind, and you will be frightened."
"Puh-lease rich girl, I won't be frightened by your stacks of gold, or money." I said sarcastically, She wasn't going to scare me, I thought, money is material wealth, so, I'm okay.
"Meet me by true very far edge of the fence, by the trees, and I will tell you everything." she said quietly, not really a whisper, not quite regularly loud, but I heard every word she said.
I nodded, and before I realized it, we were at the classroom. "Well, LA, period two. Grab a seat."
I sat by my friends, and Luna joined in, right next to me, so I introduced her. "Tara, Emily, this is Luna, Luna, this is Tara, and  Emily."
Tara nodded and introduced herself better then I did, the same thing she did with Emily. I'm not that formal, but Tara can make everything nicer, in a work related way (more effort).
When class started, we began reading a fiction book. I finished mine, and Luna didn't have a copy. I face-palmed, and gave her my copy. "I'm so sorry, I forgot to get you a book. Well grab one at lunch."
"Its okay, I'll use this one for now." she said reassuringly.
I blushed and kept regretting my stupidity. How could I forget a book? I ask myself, books are my thing, oh, my god, I am such a stupid friend.
Don't say that, came a reply...
Wait... "What the..." I was confused, I'm not supposed to hear mental replies, not when I know that that was NOT me.
"What's wrong Tristan?" she ask quizzically.
I stared in shock, I never told her my name, an I was next to her the whole time, and no one slipped out my name, so how did SHE know? I began to be paranoid, and really afraid. I actually felt like crying, never in my life did something so odd scared me so badly that I wanted to curl into a ball and roll out of the room.
"It's okay," she said stroking my hair at the back, just like I do it to go back certain way. "We won't hurt you... Yet."
I laughed like a deranged psychopath, hysterically, and didn't stop for a few moments. Everyone was staring, surprised with shock, except for Luna, the I continued laughing, longer and more insanely. I fell to the ground, crippled, for no apparent reason, but continued. After a bit, I passed out, in a seizure, which I've never had until now, and passed out, unconscious and cold.
After a while, I got ahold of myself and woke up in a state of pure shock and fear.
"This has to be a dream!" I exclaimed to myself repeatedly, but didnt wake up in my room. I groaned loudly. This is one of THOSE dreams, I thought, the one that I can't wake up no matter what I do. So this can't end well, I decided. And I prepared for the worse.
Meanwhile, in my classroom, one girl had sat down, and smiled. She had black hair, black clothes, and menacing dark green eyes.
She put down her school items, and took out an amulet. It was an assortment of colors, and had a face of a goat with two different horns.
She held it to her lips, stood up, and exclaimed with pride, these words of fate; "Let the madness, begin!"
"Yes, your highness." came the reply.
> Unsure
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"AHHHHHHH!!!" I stood up in the sick room, screaming bloody murder, the blood returning to my legs quickly, so I could escape.
But I had to stop, and think for a while. This is a escape challenge, one where I needed to think. I tried the door, and it opened.
I gaped at the door. "Maybe less paranoia would be a start." I said quietly. And to stop expecting the worse.
I walked out and checked the office, empty. That was strange, there is usually some one there.
I checked the room to find something of any use, but all  I could find was my backpack. I grabbed my agenda and examined the time table. Then I checked the clock. It was period three.
I raced quietly to the science room, 208, and pulled out my stuff. The teacher wasn't there, but almost all the students were. I sat there and waited, Luna seated beside me...
Wait, Luna seated beside me? I relayed that thought again. And turned my head, and trembled with fear.
"Monster," I quivered "How do you know me?"
"Far side of the fence, by the trees, lunch time. Did you not hear that?" she demanded. Why was she angry?
And I asked, she replied hotly "Your little act nearly..." she stopped mid sentence, and watched the door to our right. I did the same.
A substitute teacher walked in, she wore all black, had odd, but lush, turquoise hair, menancing green eyes, light skin, and a look that said miserable and demonic. My vision blurred, the  refocused, and I studied her more; her turquoise tail swung impatiently, her horn black and full of holes, same with her wings...
"Pinch me, I'm dreaming." I requested to Luna.
"Oh god." she said, annoyed.
"No, really, I think I'm dreaming, or hallucinating really badly," I paused, then whispered, "The teacher looks like some strange pony now." and with that, I got a look of horror. Luna froze up, and stared for a while, not daring to let me of her sight.
"Pinch me... Hard." I requested, but instead, I got a hard slap. And it was so hard I didn't feel any fingers.
"Please don't move your hand." I told her, and she obliged to my second request. I touched her hand, it was smooth and soft, then I felt the fingers, they were so soft they weren't there...
I cringed with pain, like something hit me. I was going insane. This was too much madness. I felt like a heart attack was bound to happen, and I would lie down on the floor and die.
"Stay strong, don't give in." I said reassuringly to myself.
Luna heard, of course, "What are you talking about?"
I jumped out of my seat, falling on to the floor. Everyone gazed at me, probably thinking I was going insane again. From only two and a half hours of school today, I was getting pretty known today.
"What is the matter..." the substitute looked at the attendance, a brown little clipboard, which probably had pictures, "Tristan?"
"I thought I saw something, but it was just my imagination again." i saw that the sub had no fingers, and she held the clipboard with an aura surrounding her. But i thought nothing how to explain it at the time.
"Are you gonna be retarded again and laugh on the floor?!" an idiot called out.
I glared menacingly at him, and gave him a twisted look, and spoke eriely to him, my voice sounding so demented and disturbed, everyone backed off a bit by moving away from me, except Luna, "Or maybe I'll kill someone right now? Don't worry, it'll be quick and painless," I grabbed out my scissors, sharp but just a bluff, "I'll make sure of it!" and then my eyes went in opposite directions, left one went left, right went right, and I pulled a creepy smile.
I scared everyone, even Luna was shocked at what she just listened to, but I continued, "Maybe miss goody-goody rich kid would like to demonstrate what I mean?" and I stared at Luna. They were buying. They fought I was serious about killing someone.
The substitute gaped with concern at the scene before her. This is not part of the plan, she thought to herself. I only asked for him to see through.
Well you asked to much then! snapped the unhappy receiver, I'm working my chaos to the fullest here, trying to make him see the so-called friend he's been sitting by the whole time, is really....
We need to think of something fast, she thought miserably. I know, a little sarcasm and enraged shock will do.
"Or maybe, you can mind your own business, and let someone go through a mental breakdown, in PEACE!" I added, putting the scissors away. This was my biggest snap ever, never have I pushed it this far, but this was insanity enough, it didn't matter if I added to it.
Clap, clap, clap. The sound continued through out the class, the origin, the substitute. "Bravo, bravo. Encore. Or do you want to continue class, you filthy little PYSCHO!?!?" she shrieked at me in anger and sarcasm, her green eyes glowing, just like her hairs on her head.
Luna and I stated in disbelief. I shut up for the rest of the class, and never said a word, neither did anyone. She was at the breaking point. Hopefully, she didn't have an ill heart, because I think I went a little to far. A little... But not enough to make me fall down in utter defeat. I had a stubborn attribute to me, where, i gave up on stuff i could do any other day, yet try to the end with lost causes. And this was a lost cause.
> Dashing By Life
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When the period ended, I quickly went to math class, Luna was behind me, everyone still in shock from the scene that unfolded, just from a bluff.
When we reached to the door of room 207, mathematics for us, Luna punched me in the nose, and I began to bleed.
I wouldn't let that little (i should say big) charade slide off easily either, so I was expecting it.
When I went to my seat, the teacher asked me, "What happened to you?"
I replied, "Walked into the door of a locker, i wasn't paying attention." and Luna was pretty thankful, I covered for her, and didn't get either of us in trouble.
So we continued class peacefully, and when the bell rang, we left to our lockers. I don't know what Luna did at her locker, but I'll tell you what I did with mine; I ditched my stuff at the bottom, grabbed my coat, locked it, and left to the spot where I was supposed to be with Luna.
I walked peacefully, getting glares, obviously I got popular quickly. No one went near me, or spoke to me, (big deal, but I'm used to it) but everyone went to the side, and prayed silently by the wall, and wiped their faces from sweat as I left their area of negativity.
"Who's next?" I asked eerily, just to tease their nerves.
They cleared the hallway,and I began strutting down the hallway.
When I got outside everyone ran away, so I kept calm, and walked on.
Whenever I got a glimpse of someone, they ran off to the other side of the building, but I ignored them anyway, walking to the trees.
When I noticed Luna she emitted a different type of presence, instead of a friend, she emitted the presence of...
"Rage and hatred?" she asked, reading my mind, I was still getting used to it, so I was a bit scared.
And then I noticed that this was NOT Luna. It was the substitute...
And all I could say was :"What the..?!?!" 
Then I was given an uppercut from the substitute. Blood gushed from my mouth. How the...
I received another uppercut, sending me partly into the air. I fell down, unable to finish the previous thought.
I tried to stand up, but when I stood up, I received a blow to the face, turning my face crimson with pain, and blood from my mouth, and I fell on my back.
I grew enraged; Angry with myself for falling for a trick, for not being able to fight a girl! Angry with Luna for backstabbing me, for this happening to me! And angry with my life, why was this the way it will end?
Then I picked myself up, tiredly, and awaited the next blow. It came, and it was harder then the last few, the one way I know; is because I grabbed her hand mid punch, and received some pain.
"You shouldn't enrage a guy with anger issues!!!!" I screamed, I was so enraged, I punched her. Then I punched her again. "This feels good!" I exclaimed, and she stared frightfully, probably knowing the extent of the problem she administrated.
I knocked her to the ground, plummeting her with all my might, my knuckles bleeding fairly well, and hammered her hard with my fists, relentlessly without mercy.
The substitute was going to die of blood loss soon.
And then, in a split second, my mind cleared, emitting "Murder?".
I froze, stopping myself from the finisher.
She looked pale, and I helped her up. I began to feel sorry for her. I brushed her off, and wiped the blood carefully. She was looking better. She could walk, but limply.
"Why did you stop?" she squeaked quietly.
"You aren't worth my time, and I don't want to be charged with murder. So shut up, before I change my mind."
"Thank you, I..." she went for a kiss unexpectedly.
I cringed at the thought, almost dropping her, but a voice stopped her; "Tristan?! What are you thinking? You moron!" that would be Luna, "Why didn't you finish her!"
"I should have what?!?" I was confused, my head was still clearing up, so I didn't understand everything fully.
"She's a changling!" Luna shrieked at me.
I was even more scared and confused of her now. What did she mean?
"Do you love me?" the substitute said lovingly.
Then I dropped her, and kicked her in the face, knocking her out cold.
"You should've shut up! I wasn't joking!" I shouted at her, Luna just stared content of my actions.
"Why didn't you do that sooner?" she asked respectively.
"I kept my word. I told her to shut up, or I'll change my mind from not knocking her out, to cold as ice."
"You are violent." she said seriously, her eyes not leaving the limp body of the teacher.
"Partly because a changling sounds dangerous, so I wanted to make her think she was annoying, not a threat."
"What?"
"Strategy, timing, reasons." I said smartly, "Those were the elements I distributed: strategy: the fight,  to keep myself alive, the keeping her alive, wanted some answers, and the finish, because I wanted to talk; timing: everything I mentioned; and the reasons: what you said about her being a changeling, whatever that is, her trying to beat me to a pulp, and because she messed with the wrong guy."
"You lost me at the beginning." I stared angrily at her. "So let's bring her in to the office." Luna said boringly.
We agreed to bring her in, and rushed inside, I was giving the teacher a piggy-back ride, and Luna went farther than me to open doors.
We dropped her off at the office, explained how she was mugged on the streets and we saw her lying there in street.
After that, we left to the previous spot by the tree. And Luna began to tell me the truth...
> I Just Walked Into An Alternate Dimension, With Ancient Rich Kids!
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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.
> Change
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And I think this may not matter but the calendar was replaced but a poster. Something a tyrant would do. It showed a unicorn with the word obey, underneath. But that only raised my concern.
And I was reluctant to reach out to the sunlight.
The voice of Luna burst through my thoughts suddenly, and I grew cold, "Keep moving, they might catch you. They won't stop until you are nothing but dust like the rest."
I tried to reach a reply to her, and like last time, it didn't work.
For the last half an hour, I've been running from those things, in this god forsaken cave. Going to the faint light I saw in the distance. And for the last five minutes of that thirty, Luna was urging me on. I was growing tired, and that light I was going for was fading. Until it grows to nothing, I thought miserably.
So I respectfully tried to follow the urging of the princess, and ran on. Only a few moments later, I thought a thought that was troubling to think about but helped me get to where I am now, alive.
Death or escape? The thought was stuck in my head as I was running.
We won't know if you give up! Luna exclaimed.
Why is the light going dimmer? I tried to ask.
Because it's night out. My turf. Now run! She answered.
Great, I thought, now I'll have to fight one or the other. I suppose death is better.
I felt myself being dragged as I was turning around to certain death.
Come on! I can't commit suicide?
"No! We need you alive." Luna was yelling louder. Or was that her actually speaking?
I ran faster, my last final effort to escape.
Then the thought was anwsered. Escape or die trying.
And I sprinted across the cave floor, the changlings still chasing me. But I didn't give up, or get exhausted at all.
The light grew nearer, and nearer, until finally I was engulfed by it. Then I was blinded for a few moments.
After a few moments of running without seeing where I was going, my vision was returning to normal, and I slowly adjusted to the normal lighting of the moon.
I saw figures surrounding me, but they weren't in focus yet.
"YOU IDIOT! WE WERE WORRIED BECAUSE OF YOU!" Luna was furious, but do you know what. I was alright with it.
I ran towards her and hugged her. "Thank goodness, a friendly face, even if it's one that makes me go partily deaf."
She felt warm to the touch. And slowly getting warmer. Wa she blushing? I thought.
She just gripped me tighter, embracing such a simple hug.
"We wish you didn't think about committing suicide. We care..." she stopped there, and swelled in tears, and cried on me.
"It's okay, I'm fine. You don't have to..." wham! I received a falcon punch to the stomach.
"You idiot! It's not okay."
I crumpled to the ground in pain. "So rich girls can pack a punch. Wake me up when we're both safe." and I passed out with the extreme dose of pain, but not before vomiting over the ground.
So I met the grass for a deep slumber, and it was quite comfortable.

Out of the frying pain, into the fire. End of this tale... For now.
I awoke in a hospital room, pretty rundown, but still operational. Or at least the room I was in currently was operational.
The bed I was in was uncomfortable, smelly, and had straps on for my ankles. Metal ones, so I couldn't escape. It smelled like dead people, no surprise, and no one was there.
So I had some things to say, to the imaginary person beside me. "What the..." I cursed really loudly, hopefully loud enough to alert some attention to get, yet again, more answers.
I looked outside, but the window was too tinted, so it was disorienting in lighting, even with the light inside on.
I looked beside my bed, and found chair with a ball. It was round, no kidding, red and yellow, stripped.
I had something to do at least, but I checked for more things to do.
I found a drawer with a book in it, it was unlabeled. The bible, I thought, real original. I continued looking.
In the end I found two pens, a lot of paper, and another book, this one labeled "Daring Doo and the Sapphire Stone".
A book, drawing material, a bible, and a ball. I don't want to lose the ball, so I'll put that on the drawer. I could draw something but... I thought to myself, then I decided to look around more, for anything I missed.
I looked under my bed, and found a tray for meals.
"How convenient for me, Im stuck here forever with no food or drink, what ever shall I do?" I cried out, to se if any one at all was here.
I strained my ears to hear something, but I only heard the ringing in my ears.
I thought my options for life at the moment. My end conclusion was to sleep until I reach a time where I can slip through the restraints, and escape.
"Why did I follow Luna?" I asked, and then I slapped my head, hard. I just had one of my moments.
Luna, where am I? I asked mentally, no reply.
I grappled the tray, attached it to the bed, and banged my face off it. I was NOT having a good day. I was getting annoyed.
And then I looked under my bed again, and found my backpack. OCD pays off, I thought to myself.
I reached underneath and tryed grabbing it, holding no avail. The second time, I reached for it again,  only getting the strap, but found my finger curling just perfectly to get a slight grip on tebstrap, and pulled the bag out from under the bed. I then found that all of my stuff was inside the backpack, exactly how I left it.
I put the pens from the drawer back where they belonged, and grabbed my own materials.
I looked around, one last time to check if I missed anything, even looking under the bed, and found one plug-in. And then I checked my pockets. All of them.