Fourteen, last month I turned fourteen and realized how much I’d changed in my life. Most people, like myself, look at a mirror to see the changes that happened over the course of a summer vacation. My normally huge orange hair was cut so it only looked like a small afro, my skin was darker orange that resembled one of my mothers. I had my favorite shirt on with it’s custom design, a sun with a music note filling in the center. I had grown taller over the summer, that much I noticed while looking into the mirror.

They say the older you get the faster time goes, they’re right. Just two months ago I was in middle school and now I’m going to be a highschool freshmen. This is a perfectly justifiable reason to be nervous, but there's one other issue…

Knock, knock, knock. “Come on honey, it’s your first day at high school and your mother and I need to get to work early. We wanna give you a tour of the place!” My mother, Adagio, said from the other side of the bathroom door.

That’s also my second concern. My mom, Adagio, is the librarian, and my other mom, Sunset Shimmer, is the principal. The principal! Anything I do she’ll know! “In a minute mom.” There has got to be a way to deal with this. I love my mothers, honestly, but no child wants their parents at school and for the other students to find out. I took a deep breath. Well, not like I had much of a social life anyway.

I opened the door and was blinded by a camera flash. “So handsome.” My mother, Sunset, said.

“Mom, it’s the first day of high school, not graduation or anything like that.”

“Still, your mothers are old and pictures will help us remember as the years go by.”

“You two aren’t that old, there’s no grey hairs visible.”

“Aww, fourteen and can’t even give a good fake comment. You’re still a baby.” Mama Adagio said.

“I’m fourteen.”

“And you’ll always be our baby. Now get to the car, your mom and I will be there soon. Oh, and stay away from the statue in front of the school, it’s… being cleaned and the chemicals sting.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.” I said as I headed towards the door.

Canterlot high school, been here since before my parents were born. Just about all of my family went here at one time or another. It never changed, at least that’s what my moms said when they went here. Overall it looks like any typical highschool, except for the Wonder Colt statue in front. Mama Sunset said no one’s really sure when that was built but it’s become almost a landmark for the school.

My moms always used to be nervous when they’d take me to work with them and I’d play around on it. I liked to pretend I was a cowboy riding off for adventure.

“Alright Dazz, you can wait either with your mother Adagio in the library or have a look around. Classes start in two hours, don’t be late, you’ll make your mama’s look bad.” Mama Sunset said.

“Alright mom, I’ll have a look around. Might see something I missed the last hundred times I was here.”

As mama Sunset and Adagio went into the school my eyes fell upon the statue, I know mom said it was being cleaned and probably had some strong chemicals on it, but at least once more, while there’s literally no one around for at least an hour or more. For old times sake, and not just because I’m a big kid.

As I stood in front of the statue, something felt… off. I can’t describe it, but the reflective surface on the statue’s base just seems different for some reason. Ah, whatever, probably just nerves. I grabbed the top of the statue's base and set a foot onto the base for support, only for my foot to go right through it. “What the!?” I yelled as my grip on the base’s top slipped and I fell into the statue base.

Everything became a dizzy, spinning, rainbow vortex. “WHAT KIND OF CLEANING PRODUCTS DO THIS!?” I yelled as my vision began to go black.

Ouch. My everything was sore. Must have hit my head, my body doesn’t feel right. Are my eyes closed? Everything seems dark. I blinked a few times and the darkness didn’t leave. Nope, it’s just dark. Wait, it was morning when I… The statue.... There’s no way I fell into it, is there? No, no. Maybe I just fell off of the statue and hit my head, now I’m dreaming… Why is my dream dark though…. I wonder… “Light.” I spoke.

Nothing happened for a few moments. Well, it’s not one of those dreams, so what kinda dream is this? I tried to stand up, only to fall flat on my face. Damn what’s wrong with my arms, feels like I don’t even have any fingers. My legs don’t feel right either. What kind of concussion induced dream is this?

”This is the only room we haven't searched yet.”

”I still say the alarm’s on the fritz again.”

Muffled voices? “Hello?”

”Someone’s in here!”

A loud bang and a sudden burst of blinding light happened simultaneously, the noise didn’t bother me but the light did. “Shit, that’s bright!”

“What are you doing here?! How did you get in here!?” One of the voices, now clear, yelled.

“I woke up here!” I yelled back. My eyes started to adjust to the light. Even for a dream, what I saw was weird. In front of me were two… ponies? One had a horn on it’s head and the other looked like any other horse. They both had blue coats and wore white armor. “The fuck?”

“He might have been teleporting in his sleep sir, it’s normal for colts his age.” The pony without a horn said.

“True, must be really good at magic to teleport in here. Where are you from kid?”

“... Canterlot city?” I replied.

“You teleported all the way from Canterlot!?” The one with the horn spoke.

“Must be from Celestia’s school then.” The other pony replied. “We’ll let you slid but you have to talk with Princess Twilight first.”

Princess Twilight? Wait, that name’s from those stories my moms used to tell me. Right, every character was a pony. I hit my head so hard I’m dreaming about stories I haven’t  thought about in years. Pretty realistic dream, hope I wake up before either of my moms find me. “Alright but I… need some help walking.”

“Sure, teleporting from that far away must have exhausted you.” The horned pony spoke.

As they helped me up, I noticed how reflective the floor was, I saw myself as a pony, My crazy hair was somehow bigger than it was before this... dream, my skin was covered in a light orange coat. My head looked weird with a horn sticking out through my hair… or is it a mane? I looked funny, If it wasn’t for the oddly extreme realism of this dream I’d be having a bit more fun with all of this.