The Mayor of Cloudsdale

Rumble went back to school.

He was really pissed by the fact he couldn't hear what this brother and friends were talking about.

He only heard Flitter sobbing and Cloudchaser and his brother discussing things.

Miss Cheerilee said they wouldn't do the interview with a pony who works with the mayor, because there were just not that may ponies who did.

Instead, they had to make a presentation about a famous Pegasus.

Scootaloo's eyes were still purple as ever. Luckily.

Stargaze teased him that he was staring at her, but Rumble didn't care.

Maybe it was true. That you could just ignore them, as Scootaloo said.

Cheerilee spoke about Ponyvile's high school, but in comparison to the schools of the other towns it seemed quite simple.

No specific classes or lessons to prepare you for the future job.

She also said they would visit the school one day, but nopony seemed intrested.

"So, who should we do our presentation about?" Scootaloo said.

"I don't know a lot of famous pegasi actually."

It was quite strange, considering he grew up in Cloudsdsale.

"We should do it about Rainbow Dash! She's amazing and I know her personally." Scootaloo said.

"Really? That's awesome!" Rumbe got a little jealous. He didn't knew any special pony. His family and friends were just plain ponies.

"Can we talk to her? That would be amazing."

Scootaloo shook her head.

"She's at the Wonderbolts academy and probably isn't going to come back before march."

"That sucks."

Scootaloo nodded.

"We should go to the library. They probably have a lot of books about pegasi there." Rumble suggested.

"Duh! Why else would they call it a library?" Scootaloo rolled her eyes.

Rumble was working on the presentation when the door bell rang.

His brother was upstairs fixing a lamp so he opened the door.

It was Blossomforth.

"Oh, hi! What are you soing here?" he asked.

"Hello Rumble, is your brother home?" she smiled.

"Yes, why?"

"Maybe we could do something together..."

"I'll get him." Rumble flew upstairs.

"Thunderlane! Blossomforth is here and she wants to go out with you." he said.

His brother almost dropped the lamp.

"Now?"

"Yes now." Rumble put the lamp back on the nightstand and pushed his brother to the stairs.

"What about you?"

"I could, of course, go to Cloudchasers house and stay there." Rumble said sarcastic.

Thunderlane nodded and trotted down the stairs.

Rumble went trough the back door thinking about his brother.

It wasn't far to Cloudchasers house.

"You here? It's dark outside." she said when Rumble knocked on her door.

"My brother went out with Blossomforth, so he wanted me to stay with you."

"Sure. Come in. Want some tea?"

Rumble nodded.

They played a game until it was quite late.

Rumble went to the quest room, which was nicely decorated in a dark blue color.

"Good night. I'm gonna read some more pages." Cloudchaser said.

Thunderlane and Blossomforth went to the fly-in cinema where they were going to play a comedy.

"Why did you come to my house?" Thunderlane asked.

"Because I tought it would be fun, right?"

Thunderlane nodded.

"How is Rumble doing at his new school?"

"He's doing good. He earned some A's and he made some friends."

"That's nice." Blossomforth said. "Where is he now?"

"At Cloudchasers house. Probably sleeping." Thunderlane said.

"Yeah, sure. But has she got any other messages lately? Or did the police did their job for once."

"Nothing happend luckily. But what is wrong with the Cloudsdale police?" Thunderlane asked.

Blossomforth sighed.

"My parents couldn't pay the taxes anymore so they were thrown out of Cloudsdale. By the police. I was so young they sent me to primary boarding school."

"Oh..." Thunderlane felt guilty for asking.

"They sent me letters explaining why. I didn't pass flight school so I didn't had a job either. They died before I could even met them."

They were silent for a while.

"And... how did you get a job at the weather patrol?"

Blossomforth shrugged. "Weird story. Somepony offered me a job and then I got another and another. I ended here and I'm fine with it."

"It must be really awful not to know your parents."

"It's ok. You never knew them so you never miss them. I think your case is worse. You knew them untill you were a little older then Rumble. You know what they were like." Blossomforth said.

"I guess." Thunderlane stared at the sky. It was getting colder.

"Maybe Cloudchaser stays with her family for a while. It must be scary to know somepony who doesn't like you knows where you live." Blossomforth found that idea kinda scary.

"She doesn't have any family. Her parents died too." Thunderlane said.

"I'm sorry." She looked at the ground.

"It doesn't matter. We're all pegasi without parents. Flitter, Derpy, Fluttershy, Cloudchaser..." Thunderlane said.

"And us." Blossomforth added.

The word us sounded weird. Both Thunderlane and Blossomforth tought that.

"Wait a minute." Blossomforth said and disappeared in the group of ponies.

Thunderlane waited and got them something to drink.

Rumble woke up from a sound downstairs.

It was almost three AM. Cloudchaser could be impossibly awake.

He got up and peeked into her bedroom.

The light was still while Cloudchaser was sleeping with her head on the book she was reading.

"Cloudhcaser. Cloudchaser! Wake up."

She turned around.

"Huh? Oh, Rumble, what are you doing here?" She looked around.

"Did I really felt asleep reding?"

"Shh! I heard something downstairs." Rumble whispered.

As silent as possible they flew downstairs. After checking the living room and kitchen they opened the door to the basement.

"Somepony was here." Rumble said in awe.

The little window was open, just small enough for one pony, and the big bookcase was moved, revealing a painting of a beautiful mare.

"Yup. Any notes?" Cloudchaser looked around.

Rumble shook his head.

"Lend me a hoof. We got to push this bookcase back in place." Cloudchaser started pushing.

"Sure. That's a beautiful painting by the way."

"It's from my mom." Cloudchaser said when she pushed the bookcase back in front of the painting.

"Your mom?" Rumble looked at Cloudchaser.

He cloudn't remember he ever saw her.

"Yes. The potrait of my dat got stolen. That's why I hide this one behind the bookcase.

Rumble nodded.

He wished he had a photo of his parents, but he was too young when they died to remember them.

Thunderlane said their dad was a very kind pony and their mother was mentally very strong.

"But somepony was really here!" Rumble said.

The whole screw-you-notes-thingy was getting creepy.

"It was probably just a thief. No note right?" Cloudchaser closed the window.

"We should get back to sleep."

The next morning Cloudchaser was already up when Rumble got into the kitchen.

"Hey sleepyhead. Breakfeast is already served." Cloudchaser said.

Rumble sat down next to the round table they held their weekly talks at.

"I have something for you." Cloudchaserf stood up and came back with a book with a red cover.

"This book is amazing. It's one of the best written mystery novels I've read in years. You should try it."

"Really?" Rumble got the book and opened it. It was quite heavy and had a lot of pages.

"Yeah. Take it with you. I'll get you back home."

They flew back to Thunderlane and Rumble's house.

I really wonder what his date was like, Rumble wondered.

Oh right. That was the reason behind all this.

Rumble almost forgot.

Thunderlane opened the door.

"And, was your date fun?" Cloudchaser asked.

"No." Thunderlane said a little grumpy. "She just disappeared after a few hours."

They all stared a him for a second when Cloudchaser started laughing really hard.

"Ahahahahahaha! She j-just LEFT you? Ahahha! That's a good one. You must've been really boring!"

Cloudchaser drew tha attention of some other ponies in the street.

Thunderlane didn't saw the fun of it and got Rumble inside and closed the door.

Rumble was smart enough not to ask anymore.

The next days he concentrated on the presentation he needed to do with Scootaloo. They chose commander Hurricane as subject.

Apple Bloom and Sweetie Belle had their presentations first. They told about general Firefly and the Wonderbolts, while Diamond Tiara was complaining that it woyuld make her presentation about Spitfire lesas intesting.

The director of Manehattan high school visited with something about art and economics, two subjects Rumble absolutely DIDN'T wanted to get a job in.

Rumble and Scootaloo had to go on Friday so they gatheres some pictures from the library and wrote the tekst they wanted to tell.

Dinky and Twist used magic to holt the pictures while talking. Some arth ponies complained bit Cheerilee said it wouldn't give extra points.

"Shoudl we go to your house this time?" Rumble said to Scootaloo.

"Why?"

"Because we're always going to my house and I've never been there before." Rumble answered.

"No. It's fine now right?" She said.

"Sure, but why not?" Rumble shrugged.

"Because I say so." Scootaloo then shouted.

Rumble dropped his bag on the kictchen table and got his lunchbox and the homework out.

Today Cheerilee talked about math's.

He envied Featherwight for being so good at it that he always got the work done before the end of the day.

Featherweight said he might wanted to go to Manhattan for economics.

Rumble gulped. The unknown blue pony left him a note now too!

Keep your little head out of this or you'll regret it.

You know who.

No he didn't knew who. He'd loved to know tough.

P.S. If you tell anypony, I know where to find you.

Cloudchaser and Thunderlane sat around the round table in Cloudchasers kitchen.

"NOT YOU. What does that mean?" Thunderlane asked.

She shrugged.

"At least they don't want to kill me." Cloudchaser got a little smile but they both didn't find it funny.

"But why didn't the police got a record of the first screw you?"

"Probably because of a mistake made there." Cloudchaser said.

They don't want to get Cloudchaser, but they delivered the notes at her adress.

The bell rang and the last invited pony came in.

They looked up.

"Flitter!"

Blossonmforth could hit herself. Leaving Thunderlane there was so stupid.

Stupidstupidstupid.

Now he never wanted to go out with her again.

Blossomforth sighed.

Rumble slept bad that night. He kept thinking about the little note.

This was not funny anymore. The police didn't record anything, he changed his coat to avoid getting recognized.

Rumble cried.

He tought of what was on the backside of the note.

P.S. It's not about that Cloudchaser. I want Flitter.

And he couldn't say anything to his brother either. There was no way he could warn them.

They kept searching for somepony who would want to scare Cloudchaser, but it wasn't about her.

He heard something outside.

"Who's there?" he whispered.

Rumble got out of bed and slowly walked to the window.

A pebble hit the glass. And another one.

Rumble took a deep breath and opened the window.

The next pebble hit his head.

He looked down. It was Scootaloo.

"Ouch! What did you do that for?" he said.

It was no scary pony luckily. But what would she be doing at his house at night?

He flew down.

"What the heck are you doing here? It's the middle of the night!" she said angry, but not too loud.

"Can you help me?" she asked.

Rumble frowned. Why would she ask him?

"It's important."

"And why are you asking me?" he looked at his classmate, who didn't seem top notice how cold it was outside.

"Can you put this letter in the mailbox to Cloudsdale?" she gave him an envelope.

There was one mailbox in the center of Ponyville where all mail adressed to somewhere in Couldsdale went. It was on a cloud a few metres abowe the ground.

"Now?!" he said in awe.

"Yes. It's important." she said.

"Can't you do that yourself, or ask one of your friends?"

"No. They're not pegasi." Scootaloo said angry.

"Ask your parents." Rumble began to lose his patience.

"They can't either."

"Then do it yourself if it's so important. But don't wake me up in the middle of the night for this kind of thing." Rumble shouted.

He had just about enough of this. First that stupid note telling him what the real problem was but forbade to tell, then the fact he tought Scootaloo was a creepy guy and he slept bad.

Just because he was forced to do the school projects with her, didn't mean they were friends. In fact, they had agruments like that all the time and they, at least Rumble, couldn't wait to get somepony else as school project partner.

"I can't!" she shouted.

"You can't what?!" Rumble said.

"I can't fly!" Scootaloo answered.

The argument felt silent.

They both looked around if they didn't wake anypony up with their shouting.

"That's why I'm asking you." she said calmer.

Scootaloo couldn't fly.

That was why she always has her scooter around. Why she felt that first day. Why they called her a chicken.

"Oh..." Rumble didn't knew what to say.

He felt really bad if he ignored her, knowing she couldn't fly. Wasn't that the worst thing to happen to a pegasus?

"Can you help me? Please?" Scootaloo spoke more quiet now.

He actually never heard her say please.

"Ok. I'll do it. But why at night? It's frickin cold." he took the envelope.

"Because nopony should know of this letter."

That went above Rumbles imagination. Now Scootaloo had a weird secret too.

"Fine. I'll be back soon."

He flew to town hall. Luckily Ponyville wasn't a scary town and he lived there long enough to find his way trough.

Just not think of creepypony. Just not think of creepypony.

Darn it. Now he did.

Rumble flew back to his house where Scootaloo was waiting.

"I posted it." he said.

"Thank you so much." she said and Rumble could hear how important it was to her.

When he was back in bed he wondered to who she sent it to. He told himself to ask her when he saw het at school again.