Scootaloo's Scooter Express

   "And if you don't send in this lab on turnitin by Tuesday 8 P.M., don't even think about giving it to me." Ms. Spitfire concluded,

   "'Cause I still have a Wondercolt Soccer team to coach, Rainbow Dash alone can't carry the whole team!"

   Almost always is Spitfire complaining about her stress and why she should press hard on her students, all the students groaned, except maybe Snips and Snails, who high fived each other in excitement. This was how the Canterlot Junior High's Lab class does everytime when there is one: Make a lab, do it at home or in lab class, if someone is done,

   "We get to complete our homework from other classes once it's! So that we don't have to do them at home!" Sweetie Belle exclaimed, for she just wanted to be a bunny and hop around all day over this.

   "Sweetie Belle... Ah think you and I already knew that we never finish the lab in class, but bit often at home..."

   "And how many times have you said this through our entire life here in 7th grade! This is like our 12th lab already! And we are just doing our design part of it for this week, there are sooooo much to complete for the ACTUAL lab!" Scootaloo complained like she's in the country side herself, with no one else around to hear.

   But now the whole class heard her, and stared at only her. The purple haired girl only got red for saying what she should (not) say, and ruffled her hair back and forth, and slouched

   "... Oh right, Scootaloo knows too..." Apple Bloom added.

   Once Spitfire finished her words, the whole class rumbled in disorder, something that does not seem to be good news. But once again the three Crusaders did not bother to analyze their actions and emotions, and carried their lives onto the sharp turns.

   "Canterlot Junior Crusaders! Lets go!" Exclaimed all three youths, ready to tackle on anything.

   "Umm, doesn't that sound a bit awkward though? Do we have to change our trio name by high school?" Scootaloo asked.

   "Aww shucks Scoots! What's the issue with that?"

   "Ah think she meant that it is strange to mispronounce our trio name for we might forget all about it and say something embarrassing."

   "Well we can plan it right now, for once and every year!"

   "For feather's sake, Sweetie Belle! That's pointless! We can just either decide a name now, or never!" Scootaloo won the argument. Despite the victory, others stared at her again, in the most annoyed way possible. Scootaloo can only slap her face and moan in awkwardness.

   After a TEDIOUS time figuring out what experiment they should do with the limited materials such as stopwatches, some blank sheets of paper, scissors, and a meter stick...

   "THATS HOW LONG MY S-TICK IS..."

   "Shut the hay up, Snips!" Apple Bloom called out to him, " Can't you see that we are working our mules up on this lab? Don't distract us! And why don't you suck min..."

   "Yea... What she said..." Scootaloo added with a much quieter voice than before, and STILL the whole class plus Spitfire, who took off her shades and with that gruesome look, stared at her once again.

   "What?" Scootaloo asked, "It wasn't even me this time!"

   Anyways... Back to the point after that... Umm, underage conversation, the Canterlot Cutie Crusaders (and yes, they made up a name now... OFFICIALLY) finally decided on what their experiment should be... Which is to make a paper helicopter, and find the time it takes to fall on the ground based on the copter's wingspan. Yea that is such a hard time to find a simple experiment. After the five trials, and of course taking the data, (which Sweetie Belle groaned in pain for just sitting there and watching her two friends enjoy the action) the three finally can work on the data table...

   "Finally! We can deal with the Excel! Now just make a data table and we are all done!" Sweetie Belle exclaimed, already grabbed laptops for her friends and opened it in a flash.

   "Yea totally, after thirty minutes with Apple Bloom tripping over our materials, and you constantly having to repeat to listen to my recorded time when I PAUSED IT JUST FOR YOU TO SEE THE GOD DAMN TIME!" Scootaloo reminded her with extreme frustration, but trying to use her lowest voice as possible, so that she would not have to be stared at again.

   "Hey! It wasn't completely our fault! Apple Bloom argued, "You had time delays!"

  "Are you saying that I'm freakin retarded?" Scootaloo threatened her with a rhetorical question, for she thought that she now had the upper hand, but still kept it at a low voice.

   "WELL DUH!" The two younger sisters of two best friends shouted into Scootaloo's face.

   The whole class stopped what they are doing... And stared at...

   "FOR GOD'S SAKE I DIDN'T EVEN SAY ANYTHING THIS TIME!" Scootaloo raged in defeat and exhaustion.

   "Ummm... Don't worry gals, we got this, right here!" Sweetie Belle tries to raise their confidence from the upsetting bickering. Always eager to complete her stuffs in school despite it's called "homework" for a specific reason.

   "No Sweetie Belle, quit it, we ain't never finishin' dis in class!" Apple Bloom said.

   "Oh please Apple Bloom! We have plenty of time! Scootaloo was just..."

   RING RING RING!

   "That's the bell kids! Get out or get out!" Spitfire told the class,

   "But that doesn't even make any sense..."

   The next thing that happens everyday at least once was one student being thrown out of the lab room lying face flat on the ground by the flaming haired teacher, and this time it was Scootaloo... For the twentieth time...

   "Hey that actually is more than the amount of labs we got!" Feather Weight joked.

   And next to Scootaloo was Feather Weight, who was kicked out for the twenty "first" time...

   "... Exaggerating... Please don't throw me out!" Finished Sweetie Belle, who had the guts to speak when Spitfire was at her worst.

   But it was too late, for Spitfire already walked over to her... And picked Apple Bloom to throw out.

   "HEY IT WASN'T EVEN ME!" The red haired girl protested.

   Phew! Thank goodness! Sweetie Belle thought in her head cautiously, as she struggles to keep her laughter from her friends being thrown out. She herself never got thrown out once...

   And now she's out there with the three other naughty kids. Well, one of them was innocent but still accused of being naughty, so that still counts as being naughty!

   "Are you kidding me...? Me too?" Sweetie Belle asked in a sigh. Either she did not want to get up, or that the dusty floor is too delicious to leave. Dust and Sweetie Belle do share the same color... Right...?

   As they were walking to their next class... Not next class from Lab, but next class from another class... Let me check the schedule... Oh right! They are going to math class from computer!

   "UGH AH HATE MATH!" Apple Bloom yelled out, "Most boring and complicated cracker ever!"

   "Yea... I agree..."

   "Be quiet Scootaloo! Let the narrator set the scene!" Sweetie Belle powered over her orange clothed friend.

   "It was Apple Bloom who started thi..."

   ... Scootaloo was now contaminated with trolling so much... She can't speak for the rest of today... Just kidding! She's just frustrated.

   Changing the topic in order to get her friend back in shape, Apple Bloom asked,

   "How was the lab Excel going for you all? 'Cause mine went great!"

   "Yea, it was a bother for we spent so much time on it, but as long as we sent it to our email, we can always continue it at home." Sweetie Belle continued.

   "Wha' 'bout you Scootaloo?"

   "... Uhh, Scoots? You there?" Sweetie Belle echoed,

   But the remains of their third friend was an empty figure with dashed lines in a Scootaloo shape. And for the twenty-first time, Scootaloo was face flat on the concrete floor. All the way down the hallway opened the lab room door, Spitfire stepped out, and sighed.

   "Ah guess that means no..."

   "Well... Now she's tied with Feather Weight..." Sweetie Belle and Apple Bloom sighed too.

   Already after the math class, the student's unit test results were handed back, and as always, Sweetie Belle jumped up and down, already an earthquake can be felt on her uncontrollable excitement,

   "WHOO! HURRAY FOR SWEETIE BELLE! WHO WOULD'VE THOUGHT SHE WON'T PASS, BUT NO!!!! THE QUEEN CONTINUED TO RULE OVER MATH WITH ANOTHER PERFECT 100!!!!!"

   "Sw... Sweetie... Belle..." Scootaloo's voice cracked, for Sweetie Belle's "Hyped Up Tremor Earthquake Singing" was supereffective... That her friends were just instantly knocked out.

   "Yes Scoots?" Sweetie Belle turned around instantly, her ecstasy was making the others believe that she has ADHD... AHEM! She was simply too happy.

   "Would... You... Mind... Turning it down a little...?" Apple Bloom continued. "It... It would be a pleasure..."

   Suddenly, the doors swung open, and came in a white blanketed unicorn like angel, beautifully navy and sky blue striped with turquoise hair... Her looks just look fabulous... It was the loud Vinyl Scratch.

   "DID YOU SAY TURN DOWN!? "WE GOT NO ROOM FOR THAT! IT'S TURN UP... OR TURN DOWN FOR WHAT?!"

   "Ugh, but I hate that song..."

   And already Silver Spoon was on the floor being crushed by Vinyl's bass and amplifier.

   "ARE WE GONNA PARTY?! OR PAARRRTY!" She yelled out loud like she was in discoland, for Octavia constantly believed she is in. Wherever, whenever, whoever, whatever, however, she does not give a damn wherever she is. She just plays like... Well... Vinyl...

   "Argh! Perfect timing Vinyl!" Sweetie Belle tried to overcome her impossible speaker, "You killed my singing and me!"

   "AREN'T YOU TRYING TO KILL US TOO?!" Apple Bloom and Scootaloo yelled out, crushed down along with multiples of other students in the hallway, hands at their ears, protecting themselves from the Death Jockey. Sweetie Belle turn around and make that "Oh, right" face. The two poor kids slapped their face and preferred to stay back down on the floor.

   Meanwhile, Principal Celestia and Vice Principal Luna are filing out files and forms, yea... Typical rulers of Canterlot huh? Celestia got up of her royal chair, bends over her back, and noticed something different today,

   "Luna, is that your radio playing again? You know I hate DJ's and EDM's."

   Luna turned around, her purple mixed with night gray hair swung around in a dazzle (No please don't remind anyone of the Dazzlings, they were bunch of blondes). She realized the same thing, and replied,

   "Sis, I don't like them either, I would be playing some classical songs instead. But seriously, who is producing such loud notes here?" She grabbed a paper cup, walked to the tank and fetched a bit of hot water.

   "Classical music? Excuse me?" Celestia glared at Luna, her eyes are burning hotter than the sun now. Luna does not seem to be cautious on the reason why though, she did spill her tea all over Celestia's applications, and once even stole her keys to open her own door, locking her precious sister out in the alley in their divine house (made for just two sisters sleeping together in a bed... Ahhh... How splendid...).

   "What... What's the matter now sis? What did I do or say wrong this time?"

   "........"

   "........"

   "........"

   "........"

   "Nothing, just felt like scaring you." Celestia turned her head around and sat back down. Frustrated yet trying to keep cool like nighttime, Luna did nothing but squished the cup in her hand into pieces while teeth gritted with blue sparks.

   Back to where we left off, Sweetie Belle was dragged by her two friends to the "safety zone", where Vinyl will not reach them HOPEFULLY. Apple Bloom stopped dragging and sat down on the floor next to the corner of a wall, said,

   "Seniors always party hard these days now, do they want to graduate that badly?"

   "Hold on, shouldn't she be at the same grade as our sisters already? You know, freshman year in college, is she dumb or something?" Sweetie Belle responded in such a way that is completely indescribable, yea I know it's confusing a bit but follow the plot damn it!

   "Most likely she's a year younger than Rainbow Dash and others, Vinyl is pretty smart though. She helps out others in... Music... Music... Noises... Okay you're right, she isn't smart." Scootaloo shook her head in disagreement.

   "So 'bout the lab thing, who still needs to... Complete everything...?" Apple Bloom switched topics, but realizing that they barely had time on the lab.

   "Relax Apple Bloom!" Sweetie Belle convinced, although she never succeeds in doing that. "We finished the part on Excel, during Computer class, when the teacher was absent and we had a sub taking over. That was worth the time isn't it? Now all we have to do is to wait for the next assignment: write out the conclusion!".

   "We finished the part on Excel, during Computer class... Blah blah!"

   The two girls turned around to the purple haired girl, confused on her aggravation.

   "Scoots... Did you even start on your lab?" Sweetie Belle asked her, like a rhetorical question that she expects a simple "no" from.

   "Well, I actually got carried away by the free computer time, and used it all... On playing Cool Math games...".

   "So no, right?"

   "Well..."

   "JUST ANSWER IT YOU PIECE OF CRAP!"

   "I..."

   "SCOOTALOO, IF YOU DON'T FREAKIN' EXPLAIN THIS, AH WILL MAKE SURE I TELL YOUR MOM EVERYTHING YOU DID BEHIND HER BACK!"

   "NO! NOT MY MOM! ANYONE BUT MY MOM!"

   "THEN SPIT YOUR TRASH OUT! DID YOU DO IT OR NOT!?"

   "N... No... I didn't..."

   "OH YOU STILL SO STUBBORN?! LITTLE PIECE OF FERTILIZER! YOU BIT..."

   "Umm, Sweetie Belle? Ah think she said it already..." Apple Bloom held onto her light purple haired friend's shoulders, trying to pull her away from the cuddled up Scootaloo.

   "Huh? Oh alright whatever. Why didn't you say so earlier?" Sweetie Belle shrugged as if she took no part in this whole... Gibbering...

   Scootaloo now is so fumed up that she can launch Sweetie Belle all the way back home with her scooter... Oh wait, her scooter is not with her, how does that make any sense?

   However, the girl got up slowly and calmly, smiling wickedly as if she's planning something bad with a brain like hers, and wagged her index finger like her favorite video game icon Sonic the Hedgehog, or her favorite football player Ronaldo (Fenomeno), or... "Ow my hip!" She cried out, but remained calm, closed her eyes, and said,

   "Who said that I can't go to office hours and complete the accursed lab? You think I'm that dumb...?" But once she opened her eyes again, Apple Bloom and Sweetie Belle were already nodding their heads furiously with the obvious response like "yes", "definitely", "uh huh", "100% you are", and "I like chocolate chip cookies". This would've flamed Scootaloo and she would've beat the living hell out of them, however her new hopes seemed to set the bar so high where she cannot see her friend's insults.

   "Ha! Don't you fret, guys! I got this! Not like I can't finish it in school right? Sweetie Belle was right all along!" (while patting her violet haired friend on the head like a pet) I can finish this in school without no problem!"

   "Grammar, retard..." They ruined the moment. Again.

   Somewhere else, Octavia was practicing her new piece (and a complete ripoff from Jacqueline Du Pre) for the Canterlot High talent show tonight. The spectators will definitely be highly critical and ideal, for they will measure nothing but the perfection created off every note, the music will flow through the minds of all. Sadly, her fever forced her to stay home, while her friend Vinyl goes out and shows how music is really played. Definitely not what the dark haired cellist had in her peaceful mind.

   "Sigh... Well at least she gets to have fun..." Octavia smiled, and it was not a sarcastic one, she actually meant it... Despite their huge difference on the same genre. She continued to play in calmness, thinking about how proud she is of her friend, what can go wrong now?

   "MS. OCTAVIA MELODY! ROOMMATE OF VINYL SCRATCH! WE HAVE SOMETHING IMPORTANT TO REPORT TO YOU!" A sudden burst of loudness scared Octavia and made her drop the cello, annoyed yet a feeling of pride, that her DJ friend has made everyone live up to the music again. She gracefully skipped out of the door and danced around like no tomorrow. This was definitely not Octavia, normally, she would just remain calm and stoned like Maud, she doesn't even like Vinyl's music... Today however, she was pretty hyper (that night bar with the strippers really paid off yesterday when she went in drunk and was pretty darn excited about it), so she just got so carried away and fell out of the doorstep.

   "So sorry about that..." Octavia got back up and fixed her hair. "But I believe that my friend Vinyl has done something amazi..."

   It was either her eyes that lied to her, or her lied to herself, or eye lying to the other eye, or or... There were two fat cops in blue, and in between them held a familiar blue haired girl with Beats headphones on.

  "Hey Octavi!" Vinyl called out to her with a bright smile as if everything was alright and normal... And she was handcuffed... "How's your concert practice comin' along?"

   Octavia slapped herself hard on the face, how is her crazy roommate in the mood to actually care about her work while she's the one who has a more serious issue going on? The cops don't look cool either: One was eating a Big Mac hamburger, and the other was smoking with red eyes. Now Octavia's not sure who is guilty here anymore.

   "We have sent her back from Canterlot Secondary High for disrupting everything and everyone with her loud jacked crack. Her music is already labeled as unacceptable in the school environment, and it is rather disturbing, for the hard melody... ANYWAYS! This troublemaker constantly got herself taken away, her mom told me that she had spent at least $5,000 for buying headphones and earplugs."

   Octavia slapped herself on the face again after seeing this, and fainted. No wonder every time when she opened the refrigerator there was no bloody food! She thought to herself. How the hell did Vinyl get herself into this mess?

   "Mess? Oh you mean my broken disk which ruined my whole record? Yea my new $12,000 bass surely paid off on destroying everything, I guess I will just have to buy something much cheaper so that the volume will be more limited." Vinyl smiled as if nothing bad happened to her, while it is THERE happening RIGHT now.

   "Sigh... And how much would that be?" Octavia questioned, hoping that she finally learned her lesson, but expecting the same bull.

   "$11,999! Oh and don't forget that extra 99 cents!"

   Hearing this tremendous new improvement, Octavia fell backwards onto the rough ground, fainted. The two cops exchanged looks, and one of them said,

   "I think we were doing the right thing... For justice... I think, Ms. Scratch..."