It was a normal school day for Scootaloo. She would be lazily slumped over her desk as her teacher, Miss Cheerilee would drone on and on about another rather boring subject. Scootaloo couldn’t cope with how boring the lessons would get, but tried to listen anyway; she needed to learn at least something.

She took a quick glance at her friend Apple Bloom, who was busy copying down every statement their teacher would make. She stared wide-eyed at how focused Apple Bloom was. Did she actually enjoy school? The thought of enjoying any school lesson puzzled Scootaloo. What was fun about a lesson? What did you even gain from it? Most ponies grew up to become something that didn’t need you to work out what the square root of something or a random percentage. Scootaloo never saw any need to work it out.

She turned her attention back onto Miss Cheerilee, but was becoming increasingly uncomfortable by the large bruise on her back left leg. She would often end up hitting it on her chair by accident, and would end up letting out a small gasp which would often catch the attention of anypony close by.

Focus, Scootaloo, She told herself just suck it up.

It wasn’t strange for Scootaloo to turn up to class with a random bruise or a cut; after all, she did often have a lot of falls on her scooter, so the class didn’t really pay much attention to her.

“Scootaloo?” She heard a voice speak, she blinked her eyes and looked to see Miss Cheerilee was looking at her, expecting some sort of answer.

“Oh, umm, could you repeat that, please?” She asked nervously, which triggered the class to let out a small giggle.

“I said-” She sighed impatiently “-What’s 4aX3a+b if a= 3 and b= 28?” Scootaloo gave a nervous laugh.

“I have no idea” She replied.

She’d had no clue what the hay Miss Cheerilee was talking about; she hadn’t been listening to a single thing she had said. All she knew was she was doing algebra, which was a pretty sour subject with Scootaloo.

Twist immediately put her hoof up “I know the answer, Miss Cheerilee!” She shouted.

Scootaloo rolled her eyes and let out a heavy sigh as the class went back into its normal routine. She looked around to make sure no one was looking and took a quick peak at her leg. It was a deep blue with a deep purple on the inside, and it covered all of her back leg. She gently touched it, but with it being so sensitive she let out a squeak.

Her face flushed with embarrassment as Miss Cheerilee took her gaze towards her “Scootaloo, are you alright?” She asked.

“Oh, sorry miss” She sighed “It’s just my bruise still hurts a bit”

Miss Cheerilee’s face turned sympathetic “Maybe you should take a break from your scooter stunts” She smiled and then carried on with the lesson.

“Yeah… Scooter stunts” Scootaloo murmured quietly “That’s where it came from”

The class had finally ended, and Scootaloo was ready to leave. She picked up her bag and started walking out of the classroom with Apple Bloom.

“Hold on a minute, Scootaloo” Miss Cheerilee called “Can I have a word with you in private” She turned back to see her teacher giving her a friendly smile, she nodded and turned around.

“I’ll wait for you” Apple Bloom said before leaving the classroom.

Scootaloo sat herself in front of her teacher’s desk and waited for whatever speech she had about paying attention in class.

“Are you feeling alright, Scootaloo?” Miss Cheerilee asked.

Scootaloo’s eyes widened in surprise; the question had caught her off-guard.

“I’m fine, miss” Scootaloo answered.

“It’s just that you’ve seemed a bit off these past few weeks. Is anything getting you down?” She asked with genuine concern in her voice.

“I’m fine, just a bit tired” It wasn’t entirely untrue.

“Oh, well Scoot” She gave another friendly smile “If there’s anything bothering you then I’m here to help” Scootaloo nodded before leaving the classroom.

Apple Bloom and Sweetie Belle were sat near the exit, waiting for their friend patiently. She gave them a small smile as she trotted towards them “What did Miss Cheerilee talk about?” Her friends asked curiously.

“Same old boring stuff about not concentrating in class” She answered.

Two of the trio headed towards their homes happily. Scootaloo however didn’t like the prospect of returning home; she knew what would happen if she did. She winced openly, which caught the attention of her friends “Scoot, you alright?” Sweetie Belle asked worriedly.

Scootaloo let out a nervous chuckle, then scratched the back of her head “Just my bruise hurting a little bit” She avoided eye contact with her friends, which raised a few suspicious glances.

“Maybe you should tone down the tricks on your scooter” Apple Bloom suggested “It seems like every day you’ll come to school with a new bruise”

“I would never tone down my tricks!” Scootaloo gave a faked cocky smile “The only way to get better is to push yourself to the limits!”

The group carried on walking down with her friends until finally she was left with Sweetie Belle, who was about to enter her home “Scoot, if anything is bothering you… You know, you can tell us” She pointed out before entering her home.

Scootaloo let out a sigh before walking further and further into the dirty streets of the eastern side of Ponyville. This place was the more dangerous place of Ponyville. Well, Ponyville wasn’t exactly dangerous in any way, but if there was a place to be called dangerous, this would have to be it. Nothing bad really happened with crime here, but the houses weren’t the best.

Scootaloo stopped in front of a small house; it was one floor and was made out of dull grey bricks. The houses roof colour was slightly faded and a few of slates were missing. This was what Scootaloo called home.

She took a step forwards and entered the house, trying her best to be quiet.

“Scootaloo” She heard the booming voice of her father, Sharp Gaze.

She froze in place, and looked over at the sofa where her father was getting up, her heart began beating fast against her chest as she stood and stared as her father’s crystal blue eyes stared into hers.

“You’re a minute late” He growled.

Scootaloo let out a loud gulp, and her heart rate increased “M-mi-miss Cheerilee wanted to t-ta-talk after school” Her father took a step forwards and closed the door and closed the curtains.

“No exceptions!” He screamed “Do you remember what happens when you’re late?” Scootaloo nodded vigorously, looked at her bruise and remembered the night before.

Before Scootaloo could do anything she was thrown against the wall.

“Time for your punishment, Scoot” He let out a twisted laugh and pressed his hoof down on her wing.

And all Scootaloo could do was lay there and take the pain.

Author's Note

So this is the first time I’ve ever uploaded one of my stories to the public. Heh, and I’m honestly pretty nervous about it… But please don’t expect it to be amazing as I am only thirteen.
(Don’t expect perfect punctuation and grammar, either)