Reposted with stuff that wasn't here the first time (It must have been a bad copy past job on my part, it helps the story tremendously!)

Scootaloo was always ready to tell to everyone who asked her, what she was, a girl! Duh! But then there are night time thoughts, which gently make her question who she really is.

There is no clear answer in the story, and I don't intend it to be. I planned this around, so it would end right at this point.

I have my own idea of what she is, but let's go by a "Death of the Author" view on this, okay? (Which means that the author's views have no more significance than any of the reader's ones)

I hope you enjoy it, and if you do want to tell us what you think, then just comment!

[ 17/8/14 Edited, plenty of small details, I had in my mind while writing, but which didn't make the story in the first place (now there), more to life Scootaloo (changed her personality a tad, in the story), several errors corrected.