My Sister is Gone

I'm dying in the rain

Her hoofs trotted up and down the dark badge pavement. The orange coat had already turned into a dark red and the mane was drooping down to the floor. She walked as she felt the beat of the rocks made her scooter jump every few seconds. Her wet wings laid numb on her back. Her violet eyes closed as she felt the rain fall into eyelashes.

Her bruises burned as sparkles of the clear liquid dropped onto it. Such a peaceful moment was not to be wasted. Not a single second. Scootaloo smiled. Rainy days were her favorite. Every pony is inside while no one is out. Perfection.

She wished Sweetie Belle and Apple Bloom were there. But they had avoided her ever since Diamond Tiara had told a lie about her by telling everyone she had robbed the Ponyville Bank.

Scootaloo had protested with her friends, but Diamond Tiara had planted a framework on her. She even showed how there was "money" in her tree house near sweet apple acres. All of it had been true. Someone robbed the bank, hid it near sweet apple acres, and wanted it to become rich (obviously). Though, there was one piece of the puzzle that was certainly wrong. Who did it.

Everyone knew that Scootaloo was poor and really wanted a better life. Why other way to do it than rob a bank? Then again, no one knew where Scootaloo actually was during the crime scene. Everyone except her. But she was doing scooter tricks in the Everfree forest. She had wanted to impress her friend, Dinky.

Dinky knew that, except she didn't know about much gossip around the school. Scootaloo would've told her, but she didn't want more burden on her shoulders since she had been trying to find out who her father is. The Orange filly smiled. She had one friend with her. A good friend.

Scootaloo glanced at the schoolhouse as she walked home. It was a damp place, the lights were off. But someone was in there. Who was it? Diamond Tiara. She had been the one who had been stealing the teacher's weekly payment. The orange mare would have wanted to tell the authorities, but it would be for no good reason. She was already considered a very high suspect of bank theft.

Her hooves dragged it's way into Scootaloo's house. They were a bit muddy and quite swollen.

Oh yes, no one knows why she has the bad mess on her, but everyone has a good explanation of what happened. After all, a young mare  who has been considered a criminal always gets the worst part of the cake, or in this case, kicks.

Diamond Tiara sashayed her way to the school yard. Her little slave, Silver spoon, was following her every move. They both gave a sly grin and attached a snicker to add to their little prissy faces. Scootaloo and her friends were waiting for the pink muzzle of Diamond to blab about something useless.

"Attention, Attention!!" Diamond exclaimed. Her eyes were a hint of green and red with envy and hatred. What had she planned this time?

"I have news that scootaloo-"

Uh-oh

"Robbed a bank!" She declared. The accused mare gasped, her eyes falling out of her face. What kind of stupid claim is that? Everyone in the crowd gasped in horror. Some ponies were shocked, and some were sad. Either way, it was not good. Apple bloom walked right up to the pink mare and snorted.

"You ain't right! Scoot would never do that," She cried. Diamonds eyes furrowed. "Oh really?" What had that filly got in mind? You probably had one guess, dramatic revenge. Or at least that's what ponies think.

"Why don't we go to that old ugly looking clubhouse of yours and see what we have in store?" She asked. Her lips rolled off the words she had said. Silver spoon's ears ringed happiness, and perhaps the bad type. Sweetie Belle flicked her tail in front of the two bullies. "Prove it," she pondered smoothly.

"Oh, we will,"

All the ponies had gathered around the big tree house. There were little wooden heart carved on the doors and windows. The afternoon sun hit a gorgeous ray on the flaming roof. Every pony gazed in awe of how lovely the small house looked. It was all nice and tidy, beautiful and clean. This was all you could describe and more.

"So, miss prissy? Where'd our theft money been?" Apple bloom started.

Scootaloo hadn't been paying attention much to the conversation. Where did that voice come from?

Scootaloo! Look behind the bushes to see something very bad-

Something so wrong that will make you mad.

Look through those bushes and find out thee-

The terrifying envy that waited for plenty.

"IT'S OVER HERE!!" screeched a pony from behind. Everyone circled that same bush, the one where that voice said to look.

"She's right, 'Ah can't believe she's right," Applebloom whimpered. There were no words to describe it. There was a sack full of money that belonged to the bank. Green, ugly, yuck. Diamond tiara snickered. "That scootaloo just turned into a scoota-thief! What did I tell you?" Her laughs echoed around the money.

"But I-"

"What now? You already went far enough to steal. Are you saying you didn't do it? There's a heck of a lot of proof right here!!"

That's right, proof. You need evidence to prove the guilty, and you need a guilty to take the proof.

Diamond Tiara shoved the orange mare. "YOU, DESERVE, TO, DIE!" She screamed as she stomped on her hooves. Scootaloo stood, finding out that she had been punched in the eye. Her stomps, pushes, and punches ached.

"AAH!" Scootaloo screamed as Silver stabbed her with a stick. It was pain, not just any pain. It was the pain you feel when you are being dragged to the center of the earth.

Scootaloo looked up to the clouds. Her voice croaked out some words, then a voice, then a song.

I'm dying in the rain-

Feelin all the pain.

I look down at the stars,

as my eyes wash away.

The music and thunder, flies down in my brain-

and I don't need to feel,

the death in the rain.

The death in the rain..