Plaster... Paint... Milk... Exiting a convenient shop, Agilene skims through her shopping list, ensuring that every item she wanted was aquired. Feeling satisfied, she stores the paper in her backpack of supplies, then begins making her way home. All she needs is to board the train; if only it weren't dozens of blocks away from where she is. Luckily there are shortcuts, and what better kinds of short cuts are alleyways? With that thought in mind, Agilene walks into the first back street she finds.

Making five or so turns, she ends up at an intersection connecting four different paths: Three of them leading to an exit, while one only comes to a dead end. The pegasus takes the path straight ahead of her. Upon leaving the intersection, however, she hears a distressed sounding cry to her right. Turning to the sound, she notices somepony at the dead end. The way he acted was unsettling, and his coat color appeared to be transitioning into another. Agilene attempts to grab his attention, "Sir, are you alright?"

"When I was a girl, I was warned about getting into stranger's cars," Agilene claimed in a sarcastic tone. Taking out her phone, she found out she was late going home. A record for her, in fact. "Oh well, whatever works." She faces Morgan with a grin, "I can ride with you."

"At least you have a tolerable reason to be here, Broadshield. You do seem to be on a roll with meeting others, judging by that bake sale the other day." Agilene sighs, "Meanwhile, I have to wait for another ride home." Her upper body slouches forward, leaving her eyes half-open, "'What a bummer,' as they say, right?" Agilene turns her head to the laptop girl, then to the other boy who had just approached the group. "I suppose introductions are in order. I'm Agilene."

Taking a seat on the bench, next to the girl typing on her laptop, Agilene leans her head back, staring up at the sky. She couldn't help but move her eyes onto the laptop's screen, catching a quick glimpse at whatever the girl next to her is working on. "Hard at work there?" Agilene asks, almost curious at what she was doing. As she asked, she noticed two students walking to where she sat. One whom Agilene recognized as Broadshielf from the CHS bake sale. The other, however, is a mystery.

Afternoon already? Agilene stared out the window, her head pressed against its cold, scratched up glass. The sun beamed near the edge of the horizon, accompanied by a sky mixed with orange, sky blue, and pink. This was sign of a long, dreadful day finishing soon. If the bus wasn't so shaky, she would have dosed off the minute she boarded it from CHS.

Looking down from the sky, and on to the scenery passing by, she noticed an always familiar school approaching. One that shined bright like a diamond, and had two elegant spires standing beside the main doors. This school was none other than Crystal Prep Academy. Every day on her way home, Agilene passed by it. And every day, her bus makes a stop to collect a long line of waiting students itching to go home.

This time was different, unfortunately for every passenger. As per usual, every empty seat was filled in seconds the moment the doors open. But things took a turn for the worse when a boom at the back of the bus made Agilene's stomach drop, and heart race. Following the noise, smoke rose from where it had gone off. Behind all the chitter chatter of worried students, Agilene overhears the driver instructing everyone to leave the bus, and wait for another. Groaning at this news, Agilene gets up from her seat, and makes her way out the bus.

"Agilene. I noticed you met Fluer earlier. I must say, it certainly was nice of her to help run this event." she commented, eyeing the treats on the table.

Agilene approaches the group just as the green jeep drives away. She points a thumb back at the jeep while facing Broadshield and Fluer, "Sounds like I missed a party."

This was turning into quite the bake sale. It was probably the first time she had enjoyed anything from Canterlot High. However, it soon ended when her phone alarm vibrated in her backpack. That was the sign that she would be late for her errands. In a hurry, she leaves the group without a goodbye.