Welcome to Canterlot High

by Shimmer Shy

Bree was thinking of a nice stroll through the park. To get away from her brothers, finish her math homework, and enjoy the evening. But falling into a portal to Canterlot High works, too. I'm hoping this won't turn out as bad as it sounds. The characters also include the whole mane 6. And others later on, probably.

1. Chapter 1

First chapter! Sorry it's so short. The others might be like this, too. Also, I didn't know how to explain Bree's super-speed, so... Anyway, enjoy! I'll update as often as possible!

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~Bree's POV~

"Oh, my gosh, guys! Turn that down!" I shouted at my brothers. "I can't even hear myself think!"

It was true. Chase and Adam had the TV volume turned all the way up as they played a new video game. Meanwhile, i struggled to finish my math homework which Chase had finished an hour ago and Adam most likely wouldn't start.

Of course, neither of them could hear me over their game, and if they did, they didn't reply. I groaned angrily and stormed downstairs to the basement. Adam I understood, but Chase? Isn't he supposed to be the smart one? Apparently, that isn't always the case.

I slipped on my jacket then super-sped upstairs again and out the front door. Before closing it, i called in, "Bye, I'm going on a walk! Not that anyone cares!" No reply whatsoever.

It was nice to be outside at this time of night. The warm Summer breeze blowing against my face, the crickets chirping from the grass, the rainy smell in the air...it was a lot better than the chaos that usually went on inside. I could still faintly hear the game playing from out here. No surprise there.

I hopped down the porch steps, my hair bouncing on my shoulders, and started walking down the sidewalk. My notebook and math homework was tucked under my right arm and two pencils were sticking out of my pocket. I focused on the rhythm of my footsteps as I made my way to the park down the street, where I planned to finish my homework.

Once I got there, I found a bench to sit on. It was made of wooden slats that were held together by metal posts and looked out at the playground. I took a pencil from my pocket and grabbed my notebook and homework, then sat down. Only instead of collapsing onto a very-uncomfortable-and-slightly-wet-from-last-night's-rain bench, I fell backwards as if it had never been there. In fact, I kept on falling past the sidewalk (which was odd) and into darkness. I began to scream out of instinct before the darkness closed in all around me.