"I don't even get why she takes Psych," a white pony said in front of Silver. "I mean, if you're going to be a State Temp, fine, but like, why not pay attention to like, the most important class?" the white pony said, tossing her yellow hair behind her shoulder. Her gray friend nodded enthusiastically, her mouth plastered into the same mean sneer that her friend had.
"That transfer student, Silver Wish, right? Like, why is she even here? I doubt she'll ever be a Temp if she can't even pass the most easy class in the entire world?" the gray friend laughed, and so did the white pony. Silver gritted her teeth and narrowed her eyes.
The white pony (still oblivious to Silver's presence) laughed a shrill, fluttering laugh. "Yeah, and besides, that silver hair is so tacky," she said, admiring her own golden locks. Silver rolled her eyes. Who cared if the white pony was her neighbor and in every class with her? She still wanted to rip their too-perfect bangs out of their head.
"Oh, my gosh! I saw Professor Potts call her to his desk after third class!" the white filly gasped suddenly, as if remembering this suddenly. Her gray friend gasped as well, her purple eyes widening.
"No, way! Like, the creepy old dude in the north wing?"
"Yeah, I just got back from there. He's so creepy!" the white filly's face suddenly took on a mean snarl, and she leaned in an whispered: "Do you think he's a creeper or something? I wonder if she got expelled?" she giggled, and so did the gray pony.
Silver coughed and raised her head. Even in the crowded hallways of the University, the white pony heard her. The two whipped their heads around and choked back a gasp. Silver's cold blue eyes bored into them. "Am I that amusing when I'm struggling?" she said flatly, her eyebrow raising as they stopped. Silver stopped walking and pursed her lips even tighter. "I'm sorry I don't fail more often; if I would have known I give so much juicy gossip, I would fail my classes more often," Silver said coldly.
The white pony's jaw was open like a fly trap. The gray pony scoffed. "Just who do you think you are?" she scoffed, her eyes narrowing. "Last time I checked, you're not exactly the most apt pony to pass as a Temp," the gray pony let out a shrill but cold laugh. "You have no argument."
"Oh?" Silver said, raising an eyebrow and letting a crude smile spread across her face. "Says who? You?" she let out a cold laugh and sniffed. "Please, don't make me laugh. If anypony has a reason to stand over the other's argument, it would be me," she growled. "I may not be able to pass one class, but I don't gossip behind ponies' backs," this silenced the gray pony.
Silver spat on the ground and stalked by the gray pony. Great, she thought. That was a very bad idea, she inwardly grimaced. She moved towards the nearest exit, and stalked outside.
Silver turned on the light, the pale yellow beams reflecting off of the smooth surface of her desk. She fell flat on her couch. She was bored. She tried to admire the white celling in all of its simplistic glory, but she felt her eyelids grow even heavier. "Ugh." she groaned, slapping her hooves against her face, sliding them down her face and moaning once more.
Silver's eyes traveled around her apartment. It was small, yet modern. The living room lead into the kitchen by an arch (the modern thing. A lot of houses had arches now) and on the far end of the kitchen was the door to the hallway. Off to the left of the kitchen was the hallway that lead to th bathroom and the bedroom. The entire wall facing the outside was a window, and Silver could see the bustling city street ten floors below her. It was night out, but there were no starts. There were never starts out in the city. Silver had heard of stories about places in Mėnulis that had skies so clear that you could see the entire galaxies. But not in Canterlot.
She huffed and hung her head off the side of the couch, her eyes focusing and refocusing. She tried to find something, anything that would occupy her time better than this. Doing the project was the last thing she wanted, and she had no intention in checking her messages.
She gazed out the large windows, which took up the majority of the wall. Outside, a bird landed on the windowsill, chirping, despite the darkness outside, and the gloom that hung in the air. Silver stuck out her tongue at it and blew a raspberry. The bird let out a startled chirp and leaped off the sill, spreading its wings and floating away.
Silver sighed, longing to do the same. Her com beeped quietly, and Silver threw back her hooves and let another moan. An electronic voice (from her com on the desk) asked in a light, female voice: "You have received a message from Mr. I.B Potts. Would you like me to read it or reply?" the voice asked sweetly. Silver snorted.
"What the hell?" she mumbled. "Read it!" she called loudly. There was a pause, then her com's voice clicked back on.
"You have received a message from I.B Potts at 10:10 pm EST. Mr. Potts says: Ms. Wish, as I understand, you're having trouble in finding information and reliable databases. I have sent you a separate email of newspaper clippings and I have more links and imformation from the library and com databases. Most of them are from the Presidential Library, straight from the castle, so they should be reliable. I have included the links in the description," the electronic voice read, then paused. "End of message. Message does include several links. Would you like me to visit them?" the voice asked.
Silver pondered this. Why not? "Open links," she said. "Please," she added. The com let out a small beep, then began clicking, searching for the links. Silver sat up when it let out a chime and began blinking. She made her way to the desk and plopped in the chair.
The surface of her desk consisted of a flat, touchscreen surface. The message had popped up on the screen, and an option came up that read: project? Silver tapped it and sat back. A small projector above the com blinked on and projected the image onto the air.
Nothing came up at first, but then dozens of pictures and links and old newspaper clippings. Her eyes scanned over the screens, and nothing other than the obvious "Great Proclaiming of the State". She sighed and asked out loud. "How many links are there?"
"53," the com answered. Silver sighed and closed the links. She tapped her hoof on the off button, and the message as well as the link projections, leaving the normal blue home screen with the State logo spinning, just like the one in the classroom.
Nothing other than what she expected. Silver sighed and closed her eyes. Silver suddenly dawned on something. The State Temps wrote this stuff; like what reporters used to be. All they wrote were the stock status and how amazing the State was. Maybe being a State Temp wasn't all she thought it would be.
Silver shrugged it off and walked slowly back to her room.