In a cafe just three blocks from Canterlot High, a girl with natural beige skin, and coral-red hair with a ponytail resting over her shoulder, sits at a table next to the window. Agilene rests her head down on the cold, hard surface, exhausted after hours of chores in the school. Of all the days of the week, it had to be saturday. Raising herself up and taking a long sip of her frappuccino, she began recalling the dozens of crates she had to carry up flights of stairs to the school's renovated computer lab. Things would not have ended this way if she didn't have the glorious idea of starting a brawl in the middle of the cafeteria over spilled milk from a carton on her favorite sky-blue vest, white tank top, and jeans. In fact, it should have been the jerk basketball team captain carrying the crates, since he spilled the milk. But he had practice on the weekend, so obviously he should be let off the hook. Thankfully, she had a second set of those same clothes which she decided to wear today.
Finishing her drink, Agilene tells herself what's done is done, and she can live the rest of the weekend forgetting about school. That would be easy, however, if the group of obnoxiously loud Canterlot High students weren't sitting behind her. What Agilene also notices is her and the students are the only customers in the cafe. It makes sense, though, since it is a weekend, and everyone else is probably having a good time somewhere else. She lets out a faint sigh, and turns to the window to focus on whatever interesting events are going on outside. Agilene finds there is a lack of vehicles driving by. It is quite unusual in this town at this time, but she simply shrugged it off as nothing. Maybe it's a slow day for businesses. At least there are people walking by, but it's the usual homeless person asking for change, and couples casually walking hand in hand. Just as she focused on them, a white van pulls over in front of an insurance building across the street. It did not seem like anything special, but what strikes her as odd is the faint green glow on the window of the driver's seat. But like the lack of cars, she did not mind it much. The van's glow could simply be her imagination or the driver having custom interior lighting. Since looking out the window doesn't interest her, gazing up at the news on TV might.
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