Every Dark Night Turns Into Day

Indigo Zap

I stirred my lemonade powder into my water bottle and closed the cap, shaking the bottle aggressively as the others crowded around the lunch table and sat down. Everyone except Sunny. I have no idea where she is.

“Can you stop?” Sour asked after a few moments of me shaking the bottle. “You’re shaking the table.”

“I have to shake up my lemonade somehow!” I snapped at her. I set it down on the table and looked around. “You have got to be kidding me.”

“What?” Sour asked as she followed my eyes and groaned. “No fucking way.”

Sunny was approaching us with her lunch tray, wearing a bright red sleeveless dress with black leggings and matching hat. She gave us a warm smile as she sat down and I wanted to facepalm.

“You know the whole point of casual clothing is to look casual,” Sour pointed out instantly. “Not look like a victim of Jack the Ripper.” Sugarcoat allowed a faint smile to play across her mouth as I snickered.

“What are you implying?” Sunny demanded as she bit into her sandwich. “This is perfectly casual!”

“Casual if you’re going to a cocktail bar,” Sugarcoat said dryly as we snickered.

“I swear I’m just waiting for a food fight to happen,” Lemon commented as she shoved the pizza in her mouth. “Wow Granny Smith can cook man. What the fuck?”

“I know right?” I agreed instantly. “Our lunch ladies don’t even cook. They get everything sent in.”

I glanced around at the lunchroom and sighed slightly. There was practically two camps going on, the Wondercolts and Shadowbolts. The latter were quietly eating while the former were being loud and talking. They occasionally shot glares at each other but mostly left each other alone. Mostly. A girl named Strawberry Sunrise apparently enjoyed harassing the Shadowbolts. We sat at a table in the far corner away from everyone.

“You ever notice how we don’t belong in either group?” Sunny asked suddenly as she joined me in looking around.

“What do you mean?” Lemon asked around a mouthful of food and Sunny gave her a disgusted look.

“I mean, our classmates don’t like us because we lied and sided with the Wondercolts when that flower girl shoved Upper Crust. The Wondercolts don’t like us because we’re Shadowbolts. We don’t fit in with either group,” she explained as Sugarcoat twirled her fork around her spaghetti. “We don’t belong anywhere.”

“I never really thought about that,” I admitted after a second. “Way to boost the morale, Sunny.”

“She has a point though,” Sour sighed as she wrapped her hand around her milk carton. “The only way we get accepted is if we be the way we used to be or we become one of them.” She nodded subtly to the louder side as her hand crushed the chocolate milk carton.

“And I’m not really a fan of changing for someone to like me,” I finished for her. “Especially people I’m only gonna see kn high school.”

“Let’s hurry up so we get the day over with and get on with your convoluted plan,” Sugarcoat said as she brushed some crumbs off her blue skirt.

“Waiting on Sunny as usual,” I scoffed and rolled my eyes. We all crowded around the school bus stop as a meeting point. Primarily because Sunset and her group appeared to be walking in that direction. We pulled the hats over our faces as they passed, not noticing us. How a person had so many friends, I’ll never know.

“Does that girl know what on the dot means?” Sour said angrily. “I expect you to be late or Lemon. Not Sunny.”

“Thanks for the vote of confidence. Greatly appreciated,” I rolled my eyes as I glanced at Lemon. As usual, she was listening to her noise and didn’t hear us at all.

“Oh girls!” Sunny called out and I glanced over, raising an eyebrow.

“What are you wearing?” Sugarcoat asked finally. Sunny wore a tight black suit like it was a ninja movie that left little to imagination.

“This is a spy mission after all! A girl must come prepared!” She exclaimed with a pose.

“May God have mercy on our souls,” I muttered. “Come on Jackie Chan, let’s follow them before we lose them.”

For the next thirty minutes, we followed them up street corners and down alleys, making sure to stay out of sight. Even if we lost them, all we had to do was listen. Rainbow is a loud individual. Finally they stopped at a farm and disappeared inside as we poked our heads out of the bush we jumped in when one looked back.

“How exactly are we gonna get passed the fence?” Sugarcoat asked as she pushed her glasses up.

“Like this!” Sunny whispered as she ran out of the bush, jumping in the air and landing on her hands before vaulting over the fence.

“God this really is a freaking Jackie Chan movie,” Sour scoffed. “We can just use the opening.”

“Always go for the dramatic option! You never know when a scout for a theater could be watching, just waiting to scoop you up and thrust you into the spotlight!” Sunny exclaimed with a hand on her heart.

“Pretty sure only you want that,” Sugarcoat answered as we snuck into the farm further and froze under a window upon hearing laughter.

“Now what, oh bright one?” Sour snarked as we looked up at the window. I shrugged and grinned, shoving her onto her knees and climbing on her back. “Just what the fuck do you think you’re doing?”

“Trying to see inside dummy!” I hissed down at her. “Not high enough. Fuck.”

“Get off now.” I gulped a bit and jumped off as Sour shot to her feet. “I will kill you if that happens again. I’m good with a bow and arrow.”

“Okay okay,” I held up a hand placatingly.

“Ya know, if yall are trying to break in, ah wouldn’t. Big Mac owns a gun,” a voice came from behind us and we jumped, looking back nervously. A young girl with a red bow in her hair with a shirt and jeans stood behind us sternly.

“We’re not trying to break in,” Sunny said instantly. “We’re uh spying.” The girls face lit up at that and she grinned.

“Oh ya shoulda just said so! Ah’m Apple Bloom, AJs little sister. Ah’ll help. Wait right here!” She darted off into a nearby barn as we waited quietly. I didn’t really wanna piss off the homeowner, especially if her brother did own a gun. “Here yall go! Ah saw these used in a spy movie once. Drones, rope, a homemade grappling hook, nunchucks. Huh, ah can’t find my homemade katana. Musta misplaced that one.”

“This shit is lit!” Lemon giggled as we peered inside the box.

“Why do you have a katana?” Sunny asked nervously.

“For katana emergencies. Scoots helped make it. Ah also got a taser if yall are trying to take a hostage for money. Ah personally recommend Rarity,” Apple Bloom explained as she glared at the window. “Sweetie made it. Rarity is all about fashion. You could easily sell her designs.”

“Interesting,” I mused and shot a look at Sunny. “Obsessed with clothes. Now who does that remind me of?”

“Enough talking yall! Let’s get spyin!”