When Past Amy got into the carriage, I felt another whip crack in the air above us. I immediately started moving forwards, pushing the weight of the coach along with the other version of me. The coach was incredibly heavy, and moving with the body I was in felt awkward and unnatural. However, I had no choice, and I felt out of control of my body.
We stopped in front of a large house in a rich neighborhood. Past Amy got off the coach and walked towards the door. She was welcomed in, and I heard a lot of people compliment the coach and her dress.
I realized we were outside the house of the popular teens from Amy’s school. The same people that Amy hated, and I presumed disliked her back. Did Amy seriously think that a dress and a carriage would be enough to get along with them?
I reminded myself that this was still an illusion. None of this was real, and this was just her imagination. Except that I was a horse. Was this an illusion too, or was I actually a horse. Amy had powers to do turn me into one, so maybe that part was real.
I wondered if Amy would turn me back if I just cooperated with this so called story she was telling. Maybe all she wanted was to just experience prom the way she wanted it to go, and that all of this will go away. I just hope that this was the case.
After a while, I noticed a girl run away from the house crying. It was the girl who was asked to prom by Amy’s crush. Past Amy must have succeeded in her goal of going with her crush.
My assumption was confirmed true when I saw her with her crush walking towards the coach. They both got in. With the sound of the whip crack, I felt myself dragging the coach to the dance.