Friday, July 4th

5:20 p.m

I'm doodling on my homework, as usual, and minding my business, as usual, when Ragan Daring-a.k.a my best friend-bursts into my room.

I lift my head up from my book of Equestrian History and look at her, bewildered. What was a locked door just seconds ago is now wide open. When she opened the door, the stack of notebook paper that had been in front of it fell over and flew everywhere. The end result is a very messy room. The room that I just finished cleaning.

I'm almost too angry at Ragan to realize this is a total MLP moment. When I do, my glare turns into a smile. I can see it now: Twilight Sparkle, after just sorting her books, is going to read a book. Before she does, however, Rainbow Dash comes crashing in, leaving the books scattered all over the floor.

"Uh, sorry. What are you smiling about? Happy to see me?" Before I can reply, she goes on. "Well, you should be! I just came up with a cool costume idea for the convention!"

Finally.

"What is it?" I ask with a hint of annoyance.

"I was thinking that I could dress up as your pony OC. After all, anything you've designed will look cool." That took me by surprise. She hasn't even watched a full episode of MLP-and now she wants to dress up as a pony?

"...Okay. I can show it to you, and if you like it-" her eyes light up. "then you can wear my OC costume."

There's only one problem:

Ragan can be kind of a tomboy fashion-wise.

My OC is a purple pony with purple and strawberry pink hair, pink eyes, and a heart filled with rainbow colors as her cutie mark. So, yeah, not going to happen. Ragan politely refuses(big surprise there) and run back to her house a minute later.

After cleaning my room for the second time that day, I decide to work on my costume. So I head to the "Art Room" and start sewing.

The art room is thrice the size of my room with twice the amount of sunlight. It used to be the room where I kept all of my toys, but I wanted a room for sewing. The toys were sold on Ebay, the dust was cleared out, we moved a table and a chair in, and we got the white walls painted blue. The art room has more windows that any other room in the house, which I like, because I can see exactly what I'm doing.

This place has become my second room. I even try on my clothes in here. Sometimes, I hang my quilts over the windows when I'm trying on my clothes. RD thinks I put them there to show them off.

I start sewing in the zipper and a few thoughts pop into my previously blank head.

Today is a really good day to finish this! I'll be done in no time at all, and I won't have to worry about the deadline.

I keep on humming and sewing until something shimmery catches my eye. Turning my head over to the object, I discover what it is.

An old, yellowed scrap of paper with several words written on in in golden...ink. The "ink" glitters, which explains why I saw it stood out in my peripheral vision. I pick it up and bring it closer to my face to see that it's written in an unreadable text. I squint and lean closer to it. Is this supposed to be english? How did it get here? Why am I starting to feel...dizzy..?

The last thing I see before I black out is a pony.

A/N: I'll need five or less Ocs for the next chapter, so if you want to submit an OC, here's the form:

Name:

Type of pony(earth pony, pegasis, unicorn):

Appearance:

Role in the Story(background pony, friend-there can only be one friendpony):

Speaking Style(how they talk, do they have an accent, etc.):

Personality: