HUMANAVILLE
11:32AM; TUESDAY
HUMANAVILLE HIGH SCHOOL

It's my lunch hour, sitting with another friend. As rowdy as it can get at this some-what populated cafeteria, I don't know how Moon Dancer can tolerate all the noise studying at this time of the hour. Given that it's Taco-Tuesday, taco is exactly what I'm having for lunch.

"You know Moon Dancer, I have never saw you eat, like ever.." As taking a bite of my taco.

"Shhhhh... I'm studying..."

"Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't hear that because of all the noise..." I giggled.

Moon Dancer rolled her eyes then continued to focus on her opened text books. I continued with words, "You seem all more engrossed than usual, what's the occasion?"

"I have an exam tonight at nine, and I forgot to study."

"Ummm, that's unlikely of you... Besides, what kind of exam is it that you gotta take it at nine tonight?"

"Oh I'm sorry, it's not like I'm a student of advanced placement, and it's not like I had to study for eight upcoming exams for the last couple of days, having gotten less time with this particular one." Moon Dancer re-positioned her glasses.

"I tell you what, come over my place, we can help you."

"We?"

"Well, just me. Cuddle Bug won't know half the things anyway."

"No thanks, I do best when I study alone... You know that.."

I looked down with a sly grin, "Well that's too bad, cause I'm making homemade mac and cheese tonight..."

Moon Dancer suddenly paused between writing her notes when I mentioned about cooking her favorite food. She pursed her lips with a straight face as a sign of protest to not lure her in with temptation, "Clair... Can't you just cook something else?"

"Sorry, No can do, I've planned on making it tonight. Well, with you not being there, it seems like all that food will just go in Cuddle Bug's..."

"Alright fine!" She halted me with words, "I'll come over... But you gotta let me study first. Video games are not an option either..."

I smiled brightly, "Sounds like a plan!"

Moon Dancer is the smartest student in Humanaville High School, a complete book-worm. She was the first person I met when I stepped in this school, freshman year, and she introduced me to Cuddle Bug. Moon Dancer is very quick-witted, always passionate in her own ways and yet very caring when it comes to friendship. We became faithful friends ever since. We're seniors now, so she's more occupied in her school work and looking for colleges to apply for. On the contrary, Moon Dancer goes all out on weekends when I have other friends over. When I say that, I mean she knows how to have fun, with all the built up stress, it's natural to release a lot of the steam, but Moon Dancer is really something else, and that goes without saying she gets drunk in those days. I can only imagine.

"Ummm, Clair?" Moon Dancer re-positioned her glasses, lowered her eyebrows and focused on my gem around my neck, "Your gem necklace.."

I couldn't hear because of the loud crowded noise in the lunch room, which prompted me to make her repeat, "What?"

"I said your necklace! Look at your necklace!"

I looked down on my own gem, my eyes widened in awe. I was in a state of puzzlement to see my gem illuminating. It lasted for about five seconds right after Moon Dancer noticed it, "What the?..." I held my own gem and inspected it.

Moon Dancer placed both of her palms on her face, "Clair, please tell me I'm not seeing weird things, please tell me I'm not over stressed because of school!" Moon Dancer perturbed, thinking that she was experiencing visionary hallucinations due to being over stressed with school and such.

"No, Moon Dancer... I saw it too..."

"Really... But how is that possible?"

"I... I don't know.."

"Clair, that thing gives me the creeps, I think you should get rid of that thing."

"NO!" The noise in the lunch room turned silent. Completely dead except for an ambient of noise from outside the lunch room window, and everyone's eyes were on me. I looked around everyone with a grimace with words in a low voice, "..Sorry.."

A random guy from the crowd in a distance raised his voice towards me, "Hey! Can you keep it down there?! We're trying to have an enjoyable lunch here!"

It was another productive Tuesday at school, except for lunch time. I rode my bicycle home with Cuddle Bug, then we split ways at a certain street and I explained to her why Moon Dancer will be in my apartment tonight and that she should come over as well. My thoughts reverted back to my own gem. Through my inquiring mind, I can't seem to figure out how my gem illuminated like it did, It's not like I sang and tainted it with negative energy. My thought process maintained my legs in autopilot, continuously bicycling through the path of the street which made me crash onto another cyclist. I was on the ground, but he was able to recover on two feet a bit faster than I. He reached out his hand to help me, "WHoaaa... Are you okay miss? I'm very sorry..."

I shook my head to cure my slight vertigo from the minor trauma, then I looked up at him. He had long green dreadlocks and a flat cap, "Uhh, Yeah, I mean.. No... I should be the one apologizing, I don't know what I was thinking.."

"Hey, accidents happen, miss." I reached out for his hand, and he helped me up. We both dusted off remnants of dirt from our clothes from the fall.

"Well, thanks for helping me up." I said.

"No problem there." He looked at me trying to familiarize my face, "Say... Have I seen you somewhere before?"

"No, I don't think so... I go to Humanaville."

"Oh right on! I have some friends who goes to Humanaville. I go to Canterlot."

"Oh ok.."

"I swear you look so familiar, miss, are you not related to those three chicks who sang in our school?" I began to close in towards him with my quizzical squint, nodding along to have him continue with words, "From your looks, I think it's ringing some bells, right?"

"Well, I don't know. How do they look like?" I questioned.

"Well, one had a bushy hair style, another girl had a single pony-tail, and the third one had a double pony-tail."

I would like to assume that it's them, but I can't jump to conclusion unless I get some evidence, for all I know they can be some random singers who performed in a talent show. But still, my mind keeps reverting back to my gem. Did something happened to them or is this an adverse effect of some sort? Is it fate that I happen to crash into someone who might think that they're related to me?

"I'm sorry miss, you haven't spoke in two minutes, is everything... Okay?"

I snapped back into reality, "Oh! I'm sorry, I uhh gotta go..."

I hastily picked up my bike, and swiftly bicycled through my direction of the path. As the guy diminished in sight, his last words in a loud voice from a distance, "Ok! My name is Sandal Wood by the way, nice to meet you, hopefully I can get your name when we bump into each other again!"