The Life Of A Homeless Filly

The room was damp. Flutter shy didn't know that the trapdoor was even there, and if she did, then she hadn't checked it since Scootaloo claimed it as home. Scootaloo lay, slump on the pile of rags she had stole from Rarity's garbage. "I wounder who called out to me." she though in her head, still a bit out of breath. She looked to the side to see a cyan feather laying on the floor of the tiny room. She had got it  from Rainbow Dash, she picked it up and held it to her chest. "One day.." she thought eyes clamped shut. "One day i know you will love me..." she lay the feather back down and sighed. She knew that Rainbow would never love her, or at least not enough for her to adopt. she couldn't even tell her, because if Rainbow didn't want to adopt her, she would have to go back to the orphanage, the horrible, lonely, abusive orphanage, she wished she would never have to think of it again, but one day she would have to tell rainbow, and her friends two.

She assumed the pony that called out was a mere, mostly because the voice was high pitch, but also because the blurred figure she saw wasn't very tall, from what she could tell although she couldn't put her finger on what race the mere was, could it of been Pegasus? she didn't make out wings, but she didn't see for long, so it could of had wings, but it didn't have a horn, so it wasn't a unicorn, so it was either an Earth Pony or a Pegasus, either way the mere was out to get her, or maybe another filly?

"A filly-toucher!" she screamed. she quickly put her hands over her mouth realizing that flutter shy was probably sleeping.

she needed to tell the others about what she saw. but it was late so she decided that it could wait until the morning.