"You useless bitch!" Steel yelled smacking scootaloo across the face, knocking her less than satisfactory report card to the ground and making scootaloo stumble a bit. She stood up as her father reared up again and slapped her again, sending her stumbling across the foyer and collapsing in a heap on the carpet. Scootaloo would have cried but there were no more tears, she had cried than all years ago. "Now drag your sorry ass up to your room," he yelled as her mother walked in through the front door. Her mother saw scootaloo trying to stand up and failing. A trail of blood running from her nose and onto the carpet. Her mother dropped the groceries and ran over to help her.
"Oh my Celestia, scootaloo what happened." She said wrapping her hooves around her daughter. A firm hand grabbed her shoulder and pulled her off of the struggling filly.
"Now daisy, I think your forgetting your place." An angry steel looked down at her holding her up by her shoulders. "You have some dinner to cook." He yelled in her face, spittle flying from his lips. He slammed her head against the ground causing her vision to dim and he head to begin bleeding. Steel walked out of the room and daisy picked herself up and looked over to scootaloo and picked her up and placed her on her bed upstairs. Daisy sat down and began to sing to her daughter.
Scootaloo sat bolt upright in her bed. Sweat drenched her odd and her magenta mane was in a mess. She shook herself to get rid of the horrible dream. "It's been thirteen years, why can't I stop thinking about it." She asked herself out loud. Her colt friend rolled over and smiled at her.
"Morning Hun." He said as he sat up and kissed her. They both got out of bed and headed for the kitchen. Scootaloo started the coffee as she heard him yell from the bathroom how he liked his eggs.
"I know fleet." She said annoyed. She felt like her relationship with fleet hoof had only lasted this long was because he needed her and she pitied him. He couldn't function alone, he could barely hold a job and, most of all, couldn't make eggs or any food to save his life. She knew one day she would leave him. He came out of the shower to his eggs sitting on the table and a note that read;
"Fleet-
I'm sorry but I can't take it anymore. I can't live with you anymore, I'm sorry. I left you a hundred bits on the counter. Good luck.
Scoots." Fleet wing read the note over and over again. scootaloo is, GONE. he started to panic but then calmed down. It must be some kind of joke, she would come back tonight and they could both laugh about it. She never came back.
As scootaloo rode the train back to ponyville she lost herself in thought. I haven't lived in ponyville since I was a filly. I wonder if my friends are still there. I wonder if I can find work on the ground. scootaloo hadn't been able to fly since childhood because of some injures she sustained as a filly. As she sat there staring out the window, a unicorn came over and sat down next to her. Scootaloo gazed out the window at the sunset not noticing the unicorn that had sat down next to her.
"It's beautiful isn't it." The unicorn said. Scootaloo turned around, startled by the newcomer. Next to her sat a white unicorn with an orange mane and stormy grey eyes. His cutie mark was one of a quill and a book. "Who are you, you seem familiar." He asked her.
"My names scootaloo. I used to live here." She said. "And you?" She asked.
"Names breeze." He said holding out a hoof. She accepted and shook it. "So ms. Loo," he was cut off.
"Please, call me scoots." She said.
"Alright then, ms. Scoots, what is a strong looking Pegasus like yourself doing riding a train?"
"It's- it's along story." She said shyly.
"I like long stories," he said leaning back against the seats and putting his front hooves behind his head. He used his magic to get two cans of soda from the beverage cart and gave one to scootaloo.
"It's-it's not something I like to talk about. It's personal." She said clicking open her soda and taking a swig of it.
"It's alright, I won't pry. I'm not like that." He said. Scootaloo liked this stallion. He was kind and had a way about him that made her want to trust him. Like he was an old uncle that was somehow her same age.
"So, what do you do around here breeze." She asked, sipping her soda again.
"We'll, I work at the schoolhouse and teach science and writing. I also write short stories and play piano in my spare time." He said proudly but not arrogantly. "So now that you know about me, tell ,e about yourself. What is it you're gonna do in ponyville." He asked.
"Whatever I can to earn enough bits to stay. I also might catch up with my friends." She said. Hopefully he would know where here friends where.
"And who are your friends." He said with a yawn as the moon came pit from behind the trees on the other side of the sky.
"Sweetie belle and applebloom were my best friends growing up." She said with a smile. Breeze froze.
"Ummm, well, uhh, sweetie bell moved to fillydelphia and applebloom is, well, um, dead." He said choking on the last words.
"D- dead. But how." She asked tears coming to her eyes.
"There was a fire a year ago. Applebloom and her entire family died. They still haven't figured out how the fire started." He said a tear running down his cheek while scootaloo cried full on. She clamped her hooves around the surprised stallion. He started to caress her mane as she cried on his shoulder.
"Why does it matter to you." She said looking up to him. "Why are you crying. You probably didn't even know her." She said.
"Oh, I knew her," a tear running down his cheek. "We were more than friends. We were engaged." She pulled back and looked at breeze, he was obviously holding back the tears. As one started to run down his cheek he dashed his hoof across his ace, erasing all trace of it. She went back tho the window and began staring at the now night sky. She felt her eyelids droop and she leaned back and fell asleep.
