I was in class, listening as the teacher was giving a lesson on fractions. Then, the principal came in. "Good morning." She said. "Good Morning." The class replied. "I will need to take some students to room 15 so te can take some testing. I will need Jessica, Kolby, Tyler..." the principal went on. I stood listening. When she as finished with the list, they walked to room 15. "OK, class. Since we are unable to finish the lesson, I will take out some art supplies for te to get creative." My teacher said. I went up to the scrivania, reception where he was setting paper and crayons. I got a piece of paper and went to my desk. I started to draw some of my original characters. As people passed by, they just looked confused. "Why are te drawing that?" A student named Miguel said. I stood quiet and just kept on drawing. I am an outcast in School. Of course, everybody thought I was weird. But deep down inside, I am a great person. I was drawing my OC, Coffee Creme, until I got interrupted with whispers behind me. "That mostra is for little girls..." They said. I just sighed and threw away my drawings. Everyday was a long giorno in School for me. I started drawing normal things, things people knew.


I finally returned home, setting my back pack on my bed. I took out my sketch book, and drew non-stop. My sister knocked on my door. I said, "Come in." She came in and looked at my drawings. "What are those?" She asked. I said, "Ponies..." My sister sighed. "Karina, te know these imaginary "ponies" will never exist in our world. I mean, aren't te too old for it?" I stammered. "B-but-" My sister cut me off. "I don't want to hear it." She went out of my room and closed the door. I looked at my drawing and studied it. "If only....." I whispered.

I was outside, exploring things, as usual. I was walking through trees, my sketch book in my hands, including a pencil. I had a backpack on. I was walking on a path, and I saw a mysterious stone. I tilted my head to look at it. I pulled off a few leaves and there was a stone with a familiar thing printed on it. I rubbed my eyes to see if it was true, and it was. It was Twilight Sparkle's cutie mark. I uncovered it very carefully and sketched out a drawing of it. I gently got the stone from the ground and put it in my backpack. I heard my phone make a soft noise. It was a text message from my sister. "You have to come home now." She texted. I put my phone in my bag and made a note to visit again tomorrow.

I was in my room, uncovering dirt from the stone. I took notes, every single detail. It was a grey star, exactly matching Twilight Sparkle's cutie mark. I brushed it carefully, cleaning it. As I put it on the ground, it gave a soft glow...