Through Time

“CRASH!” That was the noise that sound I just heard from downstairs. I’m rushing down to see a hole where a wall used to be, 3 little foals, and a scooter in the rubble.

“Well I guess you won’t earn a cutie mark in doing stunts over houses,” the white foal says.

“Guess not,” says the orange foal I’m guessing ran into my house. They stop talking for a minute and look over to me. “Hey mister, sorry about your house!”

“It’s alright,” I say. They stop talking and I think they see my flank and the nothingness that is there. I cover it up with my tail in embarrassment.

“Hey, ya shouldn’t feel ashamed. We don’t have any cutie marks either,” the yellow foal says in concern. I see that they aren’t lying. I wonder why, as most other ponies there age will get their cutie mark around then. “I’m Apple Bloom, and this is Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo. We are the CUTIE MAR-“

“Excuse me, but could you be a bit quieter?” I ask them.

“Sure thing,” she says, “and we’re most of the Cutie Mark Crusaders. The only missing member is my cousin Babs who’s in Manehattan. Hey, how come we don’t know ya? We know almost everypony around here.”

“I don’t go out much due to, ya know, and a couple other things,” I say.

“Like what?” Sweetie Belle asks.

“N-n-nothing,” I shut my door and then it falls. I should’ve remembered that my wall’s broken that the door was connected to.

“Can you tell us? Please please please please please!” the cute foals say in unison.

“No, no. Not right now,” I try to tell them. They give me frowns so adorable I just can’t say no. I sigh, “Alright, fine. Go sit on the couch.” They smile and sit down like he said.

“Hey, what’s ya name anyways?” the red-eyed foal says.

“Sparkflare,” I say. “Anyways, let’s begin. Well, for starters I didn't have that great of a time when my classmates reached around your age.”