Scootaloo's Scooter Express

   Once the final bell of the final class rang, earthquake moved the whole neighborhood; birds flew all over the sky, people jumped. Then there was Photo Finish noticing the scares on the people's faces, taking pictures of such "nature" of the human feelings.

   "I, Photo Finish, will now post what I took onto Facebook (and with my beautiful selfie!), Instagram, Tumblr, MySpace, and Twitter!" She said pridefully while standing in such a posture...

   ... Everyone else who saw her while walking began an uproar of U-turns and ran away from her.

   "I can't wait to get my lab started!" Sweetie Belle exclaimed, while Apple Bloom only nodded to agree with her no more.

   "Me too! Ah want to get my hands on these things already! Lab looks soooo much fun!"

   The two friends walked happily down Sugarcube Street.

   Happily.

   Happily

   Happily

   Still happy

   Poker face.

   Tries to go happy but it turned out to be a frown.

   Grunts and moans.

   "Ugh! Who the hay wants to do this piece of boring donkey horse stack!" Ah rather do mah chores than breaking my fingas on some stupid keyboard!" Apple Bloom whined, as the two finally gave up and lied down onto the grassy plain fields of Mr and Mrs. Cake's house (oh no! Not their bakery! That's their... Well, bakery).

   "Totally, AB!" Sweetie Belle nodded in full agreement, geez, do these two always switcheroo?

   "Ah wonder what's Scoots up to?" Apple Bloom looked up into the vast sky passed by all shapes of clouds.

   "She better do that stupid lab. Out of us three, she's the one that detests them the most." Sweetie Belle sighed, predicting what will happen to the friend who is not with them.

    Meanwhile, Granny Smith is pulling a wagon full of........ Well, we all know what... As always... One and only... Orange and tomato punch (OKAY OKAY! She was carrying apples as always), across the street, until SOMEONE has the guts to ride pass her while performing a 360 Blind Kickflip While Added with Tornado Stepping Karate... OVER poor Granny Smith while the scooter ran between the perfect negative space between her and her wagon.  Granny Smith instead of calling out to her (Stupid Pegasus who can't even fly... AHEM!), smiled and was proud that a friend of her granddaughter can perform such amazing feats. Still, that was truly dangerous! She could've got hurt Scootaloo! Don't try to act brave and dare yourself to do it!

   "If Daring Do is Rainbow Dash's idol, and Rainbow Dash is mine, then I must act like Daring Do first so that she can notice me! Man Scootaloo, you are so damn smart!" Scootaloo complimented herself and got back onto her scooter, closed her eyes like she has some sort of high authority, and began to whistle her-made-up-theme-song. Then Scootaloo began to think, what a beautiful day this is...

   BANG!

   Scootaloo was still pacing her way home... Wait what the! Move the screen back! Oh... Umm, okay lets retake that back, I was a bit too ahead on schedule.

   Scootaloo lied face flat on the ground, but instead of Spitfire throwing her out of her scooter, she rammed into a pole which anyone can easily avoid, even those who needed a guide dog to lead them. Then came Granny Smith, who was struggling to pull her wagon back to Sweet Apple Acres (but at least she passed Scootaloo even though she scooted past her a long time ago), and began self talking,

   "Ain't youngsters today just lively and active? Ah wish I can go back to those good ol' days!"

   Eventually (after a long time face flat on the ground, stalked by a stranger, getting lost) Scootaloo paced her way home, and already her mother was standing in front of her face once she stepped into the house.

   "Where have you been Scootaloo? I thought you promised that you will always take the bus home?"

   "Hey mom," Scootaloo pretended as if nothing happened (well about the pretending part, that's at least what I hoped, because she was said to be a retard earlier), "I didn't take that long, only 2 hours and 59 minutes!"

   Scootaloo was never seen out of her house again excluding school.

   Bored and done with all of her homework (for the first time), Scootaloo did not know what else to do. Oh wait there's the lab that needed to be submitted!

   "Be quiet, narrator!" Scootaloo yelled out, "I know that there is! Just don't want to talk about it!" And she threw her blankets over her face, choking her, and... Oh wait she choked herself... (Damn it Scootaloo! Don't mess up the plot line!) Anyways, Scootaloo knows that the lab will eventually be due, and she has to do it, but then she's thinking about leaving it this evening, or maybe the next day, but then she may not feel like doing it that time too, and it will screw up her schedule, even though she doesn't have one.

   "For god's sake, can you shut up?! I'm not gonna do it now okay? I got everything set on my laptop in school, and I will send it back home, don't wanna start all my work over!"

   Okay... Suit yourself...

   After chilling out on her laptop, and even studying for her upcoming quizzes and exams (much to a surprise), Scootaloo refused to open herself to the fact that the lab is still incomplete. Furthermore,

   "Scootaloo!" Her mom called from the kitchen, "Want some grapes? I bought the freshest out of them all today! What a jackpot!"

   "Wow, the Excel I have is 2003, and the Excel I used for my lab was 2010, there is no way that I can transfer it to home now... I mean, even if it can, it wouldn't work out the same exact way, there will be some minor errors that will be caught easily..." Scootaloo suddenly lowered her tone, into a disappointed mood as if she really wanted to complete the lab...

   Scootaloo's mom walked into Scootaloo's room.

   "Now I can use this as an excuse to not do the lab at all!" She rubbed her hands and smiled wickedly.

   SLAP!

   "OW! WHAT THE HELL MOM?!"

   SLAP!

   "&#$@^#@$@&$&@^!"

   SLAP!

   "Okay okay! I'm sorry! I won't be dishonest again! I promise to complete my lab! And I won't use that kind of language again!"

   SLAP!... "Oh you did? Well you better be sorry! Because that extra slap meant for the better of your growth!" Her mom told her as if that extra slap wasn't an accident. From Scootaloo's ancestors, all the way to her, there has been this gene... That runs through the family blood... They all like making excuses for their actions, like please, just shut up, excuses don't help you.

   "WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY?!" Both Scootaloo and her mom asked furiously.

   No... Nothing... I meant that the sky is pretty blue.

   "It's night right now..." Scootaloo reminded.

   Oh. Umm, well you get what I meant! Continue the story!

   "Alright mom, then I just had a stupendous idea! Why don't I just buy the latest or at least 2007 Microsoft Office pack, and that way I can still do my lab on my laptop without no problem!"

   "*WITH NO PROBLEM!" Her mom corrected her, already the second time she used double negatives today. "And what are you going to do again? Spend my money on this lab of yours?" Scootaloo's mom now folds her arms stiffly.

   "Well, since a lab is a large part of my science grade, and Ms. Spitfire is a pretty strict teacher, I suppose I should just act my best around her. Besides, it's not like we don't have the money..."

   SLAP!

   "What the hell do you know about money? Scootaloo?!" Her mom returned to her demon side, "Take a good look at our house!"

   "Okay okay! But why are you using that language in front of me now? That's hypocritical..."

   SLAP!

   "Take a damn look!"

   Wanting no more slaps, Scootaloo obeyed her and viewed around her bedroom, there were ripped dried paint, which was done years ago, behind it was the plastic wood which was used to build their house, holes and cracks were made everywhere, enough to fit a rat. Scootaloo gulped, for she never realized how bad was the condition of her house.

   "Wow..." Scootaloo slowly began, "I'm sorry mom... I ignored the house's pain, we are a family of middle class-"

   Light slap, but still hurts. Scootaloo sighed and re-corrected herself,

   "Lower middle class the most... That's what I meant."

   The awkward silence filled the room, the house's breathing infected the two living beings as the two began to feel numb and itchy trying to pick the right emotion. Was it sad? Was it joy? Was it anger? Was it shame? Could it be dirty minded...? (That last one is definitely most possible). Scootaloo was deeply impacted by the fact that she is now grown up; she now not only thinks and worry about herself, but her family and property. Her mom smiled, a smile that can take the breath of many, when a person being drowned deep by whirlpool, but then this whirlpool is beautiful when it kills, Scootaloo was a fresh victim of her mother, she fell deeply attracted to it, ready to taste some from her mother's lips.

   "Don't wet your pants this time when you go to sleep, darling!" She happily alerted her, and skipped gracefully out of Scootaloo's room.

   The silence was real damn awkward now.

   Scootaloo's face was painted blood and roses, it wasn't confirmed whether she was being upset, or embarrassed, or just inappropriate (no wait, does that even have a color to represent? How about rainbow?). She vowed to herself that she will not go near her mom ever again... And the lab.