Orange Imperfections

"Alright, class, everypony listen up!"

Ms. Cheerilee smiled and looked over her students. "Next week on Tuesday we have a very important event coming up." The students suddenly all gave their utmost attention to the teacher. Events were always fun. "Tuesday is this year's first Parent Teacher Conference  Day!" A loud groan erupted from the class. "Now now," Cheerilee said, "I have a list of times you and your parents are supposed to arrive at the school. I expect you to be here on time, understand?" She turned her attention towards Silver Spoon, one of her students. "Silver Spoon, can you pass these out to the class for me?" the white haired filly nodded and began passing out the papers as a low rumble of talk emitted from the students. Just after Silver Spoon had placed the last paper onto Snip's desk, the bell ran. Again, Scootaloo was the first to leave.

Buckling her helmet strap around her chin, Scootaloo ignored her friend's calls to wait up. She zoomed straight for the bar, determined to earn another five bits.

It was now Sunday, and Scootaloo began to worry about the Parent Teacher Conference Day. What would she tell Ms. Cheerilee? She couldn't lie, that was for sure. Her teacher was very good at telling if somepony was lying or not.

"Hey, Sweet Cider?" she said as she began filling up an empty keg with fresh booze.

"Yeah, Scootaloo?"

"At school, t-there is this sort of-uh, special day going on," she said, wondering if she should continue.

"Yeah?" Cider replied. "So?"

"W-well, it's Parent Teacher Conference Day."

"What about it?"

"I-I was wondering if-if you could maybe-pretend to be my mom," Scootaloo said, as she removed the tube and closed the keg.

"Why? Don't you have a mom?"

"N-no."

"Dad?"

"No. I'm an orphan."

Sweet Cider closed the keg she had filled and stared at Scoot.

"I'll think about it," she said.