Sonata stopped by the cafeteria on the way to the gym the all too short breakfast hour which was really more like fifteen minutes.
Canterlot High was required by the district to make a morning meal available to the students. Considering all of the preparation time that went into the breakfast by the time students actually arrived most only had time to throw their packs in their lockers and wade through the stampedes in the halls to class. So the majority of breakfast got tossed in the dumpsters.
The old cook lady was attempting to clean up the hot cooked food but was being harassed by two midgets with beady eyes. Either they were midgets or under aged. Sonata was positive she was still at Canterlot High School.
“Hey old lady, bring that tray back! We didn’t even get any food! We at least get a to go box right?” Said the midget with the orange hair and the scissors t-shirt.
“Yeah a to go box.” Repeated the midget with the turquoise hair and snail shirt.
“Ya youngins missed yer chance, this food’s goin to the dumpster raght now.”
“Listen lady it’s not our fault the bus driver made us do fire drills until we could get off in less than fifteen seconds!”
The snail midget shuddered, “That bus driver is crazy.”
“What seems to be the problem that makes you young ones scream like goblins?” Asked a girl with a white Mohawk, a stack of brass necklaces, and zebra print blouse.
“Granny Smith won’t give us any breakfast!” Accused the scissors midget.
“Ah ain’t yer granny yah little snot! Not even on yer best day, that’s Mrs. Smith ta you!”
“Peace Mrs. Smith do not allow yourself to be miffed. These little ones know not whom they are speaking with.” The Mohawk girl said with a menacing smile.
“Are they disrespecting us Snips?” The snail midget whispered loudly behind his hand.
“I think they are Snails, they’re dissing on us.” Snips said thumbing his nose.
“Time to let them know what time it is, right MC Snips?” Snails said crossing his arms in an x and throwing them down.
“You know it Snazzy Snails!”
“Hey everyone there’s about to be a rap battle over here!” somebody from the hallway shouted.
Within seconds there was a crowd circled around MC Snips, Snazzy Snails, and the Mohawk girl.
To top it all off the DJ girl in the white skirt and blouse that had crushed the Dazzlings with her stereo at the battle of the bands parted the crowd. She set up her turntables and a ghetto blaster before Sonata could blink.
“What is this some sort of High School Musical, does this regularly happen here?” Sonata asked to no one in particular.
The DJ girl handed a microphone to Snips and showed him his time on the stop clock then spun up her tables to start mixing. The beat kicked in and the battle started.
Between the two of them Snips and Snails hadn’t even used a quarter of the time on their clock. Snails had hardly finished before the Mohawk girl snatched up the microphone and cut in with a vengeance.
The crowd went nuts at the end of the Mohawk girl’s the verbal exhibition hollering, whistling, and throwing their hands in the air. It wasn’t just the words themselves but the way they were delivered almost as if they had been physical blows.
The Mohawk girl polished her nails on her collar as if nothing was out of the ordinary. Like she battle rapped just for the fun of it and she was pulling her punches out of pity.
“Remind me to never make her angry again.” Snips whispered to Snails.
Closing her eyes and taking a few deep breaths the Mohawk girl apologized for her outburst, “Forgive me if my words were harsh I cannot control myself when courtesy is sparse.”
“We were just leaving anyways. Come on Snails let’s just skip breakfast.”
“But.” Snails was about to protest but was dragged off by Snips.
“Come on Snails!”
“Ya’ll get on ta class now ya hear?” Granny Smith waved off the flash mob that had invaded her cafeteria.
“Do you mind if I grab some snacks to go ma’am?” Sonata asked taking special care to be polite after the ordeal that had just occurred.
“Help yerself sugar, just make it quick.” Granny Smith replied stacking the food trays to take back to the wash room.
Sonata grabbed some granola bars and an apple to tide her over until lunch.
“Thank you ma’am!” Sonata said stuffing the granola bars in her pockets and waving.
“You take care now youngin’.” The old lady waved back.
Sonata was on her way to the hall when she was stopped by the Mohawk girl.
“It does my heart good to see someone grateful for their food. Where I come from people are much more courteous, please tell me your name I am curious.”
Sonata rubbed her arm slightly nervous after the Mohawk girl’s performance, “My name is Sonata Dusk.”
“Well met Sonata Dusk, I am Zecora from the land of the big dust.” Zecora offered her hand, Sonata took it and was nearly crushed with a hefty hand shake.
“Welcome to Canterlot High make yourself comfortable don’t be shy.”
“I’ll try... Hey that rhymed.” Sonata chuckled at her little joke but really wishing she had half of the strength of Zecora.
The five minute bell rang signaling the first class was about to start. “I’ve got to go, it was nice to meet you Zecora. Did you want to meet up for lunch?”
“When the time comes let us go I will be outside at the gazebo.”
Sonata left for the gym with a spring in her step, she now had a friend and lunch to look forward to. Now to get through the morning.