Chapters 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..."
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Scootaloo's Scooter Express
Lab is a Pain in the Buttock... Especially when Mom Slaps You in the Face
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.
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Scootaloo's Scooter Express
Learning a (Lab) Lesson Before Experiencing It... Is NOT a Good Idea
The next day (after the slapping), birds chirped happily and swung through the air, branch by branch, leaf through leaf, the sun slowly climbed up the hills, ready to shine. The sky turned from dark to yellow, then to blue, a drastic change made for getting up and moving your butt to work.
"SCOOTALOO! GET YOUR BUM OFF THE BED! YOU'RE GOING TO BE LATE FOR SCHOOL" Scootaloo's mom yelled from... Scootaloo's bed.
"Woah! Mom! Okay I got you! Let me make myself comfortable while trying to do so..."
Her mom wields her kitchen knife out from her back.
"Right away mom!" Scootaloo quickly dressed up, brushed her teeth, washed her face, ate her breakfast... Wait...
"Mom? Where's the food?" She asked
"Why don't you get your butt to school? On your, oh I don't know: Schooter
Scootaloo made the dang-you-got-me-this-time face, and quickly raced against time to school... On her scooter that is.
"Why doesn't that silly filly ever take the damn bus?" Her mom facepalmed and sighed disappointment.
After 1 whole hour, Scootaloo finally reached to school... School's halfway I meant. Then on the crossroad between Avenue Boulevard, Street Road, Boulevard Street, and Road Avenue, AND of course, Unihippiecornamus Turnpike, Scootaloo suddenly forgot her way to school... Wait how's that even possible?
"Uhh, is it left? Or right? Or should I turn back? Or go straight? Or jump over that building? Or walk across that house and exit despite it's somebody else's property?" Now Scootaloo grew nervous, she doesn't want to be late for school, again . But what if she gets lost forever if she chooses the wrong path?
"Should I ask someone? Ugh, that's a bit awkward, but I have to! There's no other way... Or check the map on my phone to locate the school!" She felt so smart and clever as took out her phone from her pocket, and flipped it open...
"Wait, it's a flip phone... There's no internet or data plan on such a crappy phone... And it's LG too..." She sighed and puts it back into her pocket.
Now she has to ask someone for a more advanced technology device, as she still lives in the past. Scootaloo examined teenage girls using iPhone 5's and 6's, then guys showing off their Galaxy S6's and S5's... Or even older Motorola and Blu... Even Nokia Lumia 435...
"UGH! WHY DO I HAVE TO BE THE ONE WITH A FLIP PHONE!" Scootaloo enraged loudly, but no one seemed to hear her because they were busy on their text messages and taking ugly selfies like Photo Finish.
As the bell rang, ready to educate the secondary junior high school students (monkeys), Sweetie Belle and Apple Bloom stood outside, still waiting for their friend.
"Ah wonder where she's been up to? Why is she so darn late?"
"Yea, she never been this lazy of time before, even though she often makes it around 7:59 AM while school starts at 8." Sweetie Belle sighed.
"Sweetie Belle, you actually count the time?" Apple Bloom asked in surprise.
"Umm, yea? I have a watch... A Swatch to be exact... Mmm-hmm, what a beauty!" Sweetie Belle boasted as she sniffed and kissed the silver mixed with gold watch strapped onto her left wrist. "Ahh, I never knew my sister Rarity was so rich before! Because this baby is worth quite the thousands!"
"It's just plain old watch Sweetie Belle, nothing special to it than our Apple Family's rusty wagon!" Apple Bloom proudly said.
Sweetie Belle swatched from her pride on her watch and facepalmed over Apple Bloom's strange appetite on what should be admired or not. To her, the country girl is sometimes just plain illiterate, maybe that's why Rarity always has trouble trying to even communicate with Applejack.
Soon, a black Lamborghini came out of nowhere from Route 55 (psst, that's what Scootaloo got for her history exam!), rolling down the road, stopped right in front of the school building. Out stepped a dark sneaker, then another one...
"Ha! Who wears Air Max anymore?!" A group of boys laughed as they saw Octavia come out of the car, WAIT OCTAVIA OWNS A LAMBORGHINI?! THAT WASN'T SUPPOSED TO BE PART OF THE PLOT!
"Oc...Octavia...?" Sweetie Belle began,
The girl with the dark hair plus sneakers took off her dark shades, and swung her head in fashion. 'Okay yes, that is actually Octavia Melody, the cello junior in Canterlot High.' The two Crusaders said in their minds, 'but isn't she supposed to be poor and broke with Vinyl?'
"Hello girls." She said calmly, "Why are you both looking at me like that?" As she saw Sweetie Belle and Apple Bloom eyes wide and mouth dropped.
Then, came stepping out another girl, with purple hair, orange t-shirt, purple sneakers, it was no other than...
"SCOOTALOO'S MOM?!" The two friends exclaimed in horror.
"WHERE THE HELL DID YOU EVEN GET THAT IDEA?! CAN'T YOU SEE IT'S ME?!" Scootaloo shouted back at them, "Oh lord, take my life right now..."
"Oh, it's just Scootaloo." Sweetie Belle said in disappointment, as if she prefers if it was her mom instead.
"How did ya even get a vehicle to arrive?" Apple Bloom asked puzzlingly.
"Oh that? Because I'm awesom..."
"She was quite lucky that we borrowed a Lamborghini from a friend, and we saw her desperate and was crying dead for help." Octavia truthfully answered.
Sweetie Belle and Apple Bloom nodded, and turned to Scootaloo and shamed on her with their index fingers. Scootaloo sighed and slowly admitted, she didn't want to act dumb in front of someone who was much older than her and helped her out.
"To be honest, it was my idea to borrow that crap from my friend Vinegar Flicker!" Vinyl Scratch raised her hand out of the car, "If not, Octavia would've came here sick and will not perform well in her concert and spread her disease and..."
"Ugh! Yes yes yes! It was all your smart idea to help me out, thank you Vinyl..." Octavia facepalmed herself, "And it wasn't a disease either, just a cold I caught..."
"Pfft! Same bull! I can still party hard even when I'm caught in a contagion!"
Ignoring her friend's last words and sighed loudly, Octavia turned to the Crusaders and said, "Well, I suppose you three should catch up to the bell before it rings for lateness. You got to give yourself the last push on your last lab right?"
Scootaloo jumped in place as if she was zapped, well she is as always.
"Yes Ms. Melody!" Sweetie Belle and Apple Bloom answered excitingly, and dragged their shocked friend across the school floor to their first class.
Octavia smiled and turned frowned back to Vinyl, who turned the volume maxed, noticed her roomate glaring at her, and stopped the music.
"You and I have a lot to talk about what's going on recently." Octavia said as she grabbed Vinyl out of the black vehicle, "You have the same problems with Scootaloo..."
After their fifth period, it was time for lunch. The Crusaders sat together on a table, taking their chocolate chip cookies out and forking on their pasta mixed with ravioli and other meat stuffs...
"It's called ravioli! And that's chicken meat inside!" Sweetie Belle yelled.
Honestly, I barely even eat these cuisines! I'm a foreigner to this you know that right?
"Well then don't intefere and comment on what we are eating and mind your own business!"
Whatever, white girl.
"Apple Bloom is Asian yellow and Scoots is... Well, Asian brown..."
"I'm freakin' orange!" Scootaloo corrected her friend.
"Well, considering the fact that no one on Earth is orange skinned, therefore I want you to fit into our society."
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN OUR SOCIETY ?!" Scootaloo yelled, "I'm special then!"
"Scootaloo calm down! You wouldn't want others starin' at you again!" Apple Bloom warned. "And Sweetie Belle, Ah'm yellow not because Ah'm Asian! Wonder why we got names like 'Smith' and 'Jack‘? O' 'Big Macintosh'? Dem are all freakin' country names and they all American and Irish too!"
"Why are we getting a bit stereotypical and racist here?" Sweetie Belle changed the subject.
"Because you started it...?" Scootaloo and Apple Bloom answered with a obvious look, indicating that Sweetie Belle should know the answer already.
"But it was the narrator!" And she pointed... Well, I'm here but not here. How are you going to point? Sweetie Belle?
"....... Wow that was awkward and lame. Okay that was my fault then." Sweetie Belle admitted, "Scoots, did you finish your lab yet?"
"Well... I mean... Umm..."
"Are you serious?! You still haven't touched it yet?! We're all done by now!" Sweetie Belle shouted at her, upset that her friend won't pass the Lab class this year, having already got two F's and a C for her last three terms, Scootaloo can't fail this one or else she has to go to summer school.
"Tha-that's because..." Scootaloo wanted to explain, but it was too embarrassing to be exploited.
She was slapped by her mom multiple of times, and was scolded for pretending to be wealthy.
"Ohhhhhhhhh! Now I get it!" Apple Bloom and Sweetie Belle nodded their heads and shamed Scootaloo again.
"Hey! That's not wha..."
And she was about to make an excuse out of not doing it because her Excel is too old to do the lab because it requires an Excel at least from 2007 (or something like that).
"NARRATOR! WILL YOU SHUT THE HELL UP?!" Scootaloo yelled.
BANG!
"OW! WHAT THE HEL... HECK!" Scootaloo winced at the random fist that knocked her off the seat, "Was that you again mom?"
She was picked up by two blue hands, and was put back on the seat.
"RAINBOW DASH!" Sweetie Belle and Apple Bloom exclaimed and went on to hug her. Not used to this, Rainbow nevertheless rolled her eyes and returned the little girls the same.
"Hey guys, I came here for a school visit." Rainbow Dash told them and let go of Scootaloo, then whispered into her ear. "I do not want to see my admirer fouling herself with such language! That is NOT cool and awesome if you want to be like me!"
Scootaloo realized her mistake and nodded sadly, she actually meant it... Well that's because it's her idol Rainbow Dash we're talking about here.
"And not only that, some others decided to visit not just the school, but you guys as well." Then followed two girls, one with flaming yellow hair, tied at the end with a red strap. The other was styled purple, dressed finely and spicy looking, even hotter than the yellow haired one.
"APPLEJACK!!!" Apple Bloom ran up to hug her sister, rubbing her head into her belly. Applejack smiled and picked her sister into her lap as she sat down.
"RARITY... Oh wait, I see you everday at home..." Sweetie Belle realized and acted as if nothing exciting happened, much to Rarity's dismay. She shook her head and sat down with her sister, and said,
"Sweetie Belle! How are you not excited to see your beautiful sister flashing around, attracting all of Canterlot Secondary's students?" And swung her hair fashionably around, only depressing Sweetie Belle further more.
"No..." Sweetie Belle was now embarrassed by her sister's actions, despite being positively stared at, she fears jealousy from her classmates once Rarity leaves. "So where are the rest of your squad?"
"SQUAD?!" Rarity nearly screamed, "Sweetie Belle! Where's the appropriate language I have taught you... And our parents..."
"Well, I guess somebody ain't being a good sis'." Applejack said as she puts her elbows behind her and puts her head on it. "I love how your lit'le sister knows not to speak fancy."
"Applejack!" Rarity hissed, "You have no idea how our family works unlike some farmers like you! One day you'll get 'sick' of plotting those, oh muddy fields! Or, oh my! Infecting yourself with swine flu!"
"Say wha' again?"
"See! You don't even have any knowledge yourself to stay healthy!" Rarity puts her chin on her elbow, eyes closed not to even bother looking at who she's talking to. "Now you're going to harm your sister like that too?"
"Uhh, Rarity?" Applejack began, "I reckon you don't know a single thin' about our family either. We do know how to stay healthy. Why don't ya' stop eating those sweets like Pinkie Pie and learn to maintain a healthy diet?" She then whispered to Sweetie Belle, "Your sister likes to go out and eat loads of pork! The least nutritious out of almost all animal meat."
"Applejack! I am through with you!... Well umm no. She was lying Sweetie..." But her younger sibling is already staring at her, disappointed and shaking her head. Rarity held her fork and knife tighly, ready to throw it into the country girl's eyes anytime.
Don't want to provoke Rarity any further, Applejack switched topics and asked the Crusaders, "So, Apple Bloom told me that you three have a final lab to complete before the break, is that true?"
The three nodded in response, and Apple Bloom broke out intentionally, "AND SCOOTALOO DIDN'T COMPLETE HER LAB YET!"
Everyone stopped what they were doing, and turned around to attack Scootaloo with their eyeballs. Despite Apple Bloom was being annoying for shouting loudly like a uncivilized monkey and embarrassing her friend in public; no one cared about it and only know that Scootaloo was a lazy bum by not doing her lab, and shamed her with their index fingers.
"ARE YOU FREAKIN' KIDDING ME?! APPLE BLOOM TOO?!" Scootaloo yelled in defeat, realizing that now both her friends are up on her trying to push her to finish the damn lab that can be finished at anytime.
Right after that was done, she felt a knuckle jab from her right, then her left. It was Rainbow Dash screwing into Scootaloo, hurting her miserably. Scootaloo was about to scream in pain and fear, but realizing that would only displease her idol as she knows that Rainbow Dash is punishing her, she passively accepted. Not because she was weaker than Rainbow Dash and that she knew less than her, but the fact that Rainbow's breast was large compared to most female athletes, which impressed her and made her feel calm.
'SHUT UP NARRATOR! WHY ARE YOU ALWAYS SUCH A BIG MOUTH?!' Scootaloo screamed in her mind.
But it was obvious, the others on Scootaloo's table stared at her awkwardly, knowing what she's really feeling and her motivation on why she accepted Rainbow's punishment. They shook their heads and sighed.
"Umm, I would like to have a private moment with Scootaloo for awhile, if y'all don't mind." Rainbow Dash requested her friends, as they all agreed to it. She grabbed Scootaloo by the hand and quickly made it in the bathroom (no, NOT MAKING UP).
"Scootaloo, do you really think you can slack and not do your lab before due time?" Rainbow Dash asked, her eyes and mouth don't match a positive mood. Scootaloo now is scared and can only tell the truth.
"Well, I never liked 'em..."
"Like it or not, that's not a good excuse." Rainbow continued, not wasting any time to listen to Scootaloo's reasonings. "We all have to deal with stuffs that we don't like Scoots, but if you choose to avoid them forever, then that's up to you and it will be your problem by then. Only if you work hard and overcome those challenges, then that's what's truly success!"
Hearing this inspiring quote from her hero, Scootaloo began to feel insecure and wanted to cry because she never thought of how lazy and unmotivated she was in life. All she wanted was to scoot on her scooter, and maybe become a professional later on, but she never had an aimed goal after that. Nothing else interested her much, she never bothered to stress on this until now, and she put her hands in front of her face, trying to protect her face from pain.
Seeing that she learned her lesson, Rainbow Dash knelt down, smiled and put her hand onto Scootaloo's head and her other on her chest, "Hey, it's not all that bad! Look on the bright side now: since you now know to never waste time on doing pointless garbage (she always does), you still have plenty of time to complete the lab! Just be sure to work on it as much as you can until you're done, then there's the free time you'll get for another whole two months!"
Scootaloo nodded and stopped sniffing, she hugged Rainbow Dash, thanking her with all the might possible. Rainbow patted her head instead of hugging back, she was glad that she taught a youngster something new, for she never actually taught anybody anything much in her life.
"But remember, Spitfire's a mongrel sometimes. She terrorizes us at the pitch all the time." Rainbow ruffled her colorful hair and checked to see if anyone heard that outside of the bathroom.
"Yea! I totally agree with that! She always makes our lives miserable during lab time!"
"Oh you have lab too with her? Man, back when I had her as my lab teacher, I was thrown onto the floor constantly! I remembered it was like 25 times..."
"Oooohhh! I was 21..."
"Haha! You behave more well than I do! It's hard to to good in her class because she's so strict!" Rainbow said as they walked out of the restroom.
"Definitely! She's a who..."
They both now froze and shook their legs, because standing in front of them, was a pair of glasses, and a yellow suit, slimy but athletic legs, black high heels. Her face was definitely not a good face to encounter, and so shouldn't either of the victims run away from her.
"Umm, hi-GH there Ms. Spitfire! How's your day coming off so far...?" Scootaloo tried to get her off track.
No response, she continued to shift her glasses to the perfect position on her nose. Her frown remained, and her eyes twitched and morphed into different sizes.
"Hey Coach!" Rainbow Dash tried, "What we got for the Wondercolts training today?"
The silence continued onwards, both Rainbow Dash and Scootaloo were almost unbalanced and their hearts smashing the ribs just make the two girls hurt like hell. Spitfire however stared at them and walked into the bathroom, passing the two girls, and said,
"Oh nothing, I was just surprised how you both are actually friends."
The sweat is now finally done, Rainbow and Scootaloo sighed, and comfortably and slowly walked off,
"Phew! That was a close one! Good thing that she heard nothin' from us!"
"Haha! True!" Scootaloo agreed, "Not like she's a creep or anything, overhearing our conversation, she just gotta deal with the fact that she's a who-"
Then, two monstrous hands stretched out from the bathroom grabbed Rainbow Dash and Scootaloo from the hallway, and what's next were yellings and screamings but unheard because the door was closed. The whole school went into an earthquake, just about everyone can hear the tremors, and feel the shakings, they quickly ducked under the table, or ran outside (which was a perfect example to leave and ditch school)...
After the short panickings, everyone returned to their normal routines in lunch. Applejack decided to look for Rainbow Dash and Scootaloo since they were gone for so long. She saw Spitfire walking out of the bathroom like nothing happened. Shrugging, Applejack still went inside, and only found nothing but two bodies lying face flat on the floor, the country girl facepalmed and sighed loudly, and slowly left as if she never saw the scene. Rainbow Dash then painfully tilted her head up and said,
"I thought I would finally escape the horror..." Rainbow Dash finished and fell back on the ground, lying face flat.
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Scootaloo's Scooter Express
When School Doesn't Allow Homework/Lab to be Done... You Get a Sheep With You in a Car
RING RING RING!
Yep, school is officially dismissed, but then most of the teachers remained in the building just to help those students that have trouble going through the materials they learned...
"And perfect time to complete homeworks!" Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo wickedly smiled and rubbed their hands rapidly down in the main hallway, near the main entrance/exit of the school building, while Apple Bloom turned against their backs and sighed.
"Hey, Sweetie Belle... Why don't you give me your lab and let me... You know... Get some fresh ideas...?" Scootaloo tilted towards her friend with her evil voice.
"Haha... Only if you can give me some of your completed homeworks in exchange... Or some notes that I missed during Social Studies..." Sweetie Belle grinned while flashing her teeth, again, both girls rubbing their hands evil-y as ever. Apple Bloom is really crapping in her pants and wanted to run away, but then again they were her friends, she didn't want to ditch them and let them think that she's a selfish prick (well she is at home). She wanted to get the two back to senses,
"Umm, guys? Ah don't think that's honest in a educational environment..."
"Oh no, I'm sorry! Hehehe! But I got much others to offer..." Scootaloo ignored Apple Bloom's warning and continued the negotiation, while to Apple Bloom it looks like a drug deal she has overheard from gangs nearby the school (or some terrorism dealing with money on crime and action movies), to others they were simply filled with mental issues.
"Alright, suit yourself, we're out Apple Bloom!" Sweetie Belle shrugged, left Scootaloo, and took the bus home with Apple Bloom, while Scootaloo was left in dust, falling onto the ground, not expecting that to happen.
"Fine! I can do this myself! Who needs you!" She shouted back, only to be stared at by teachers, and then there's Spitfire stopping by her side. Stared... And walked off.
".... Wow..." Scootaloo said, "Was that for real? She spared me this time? Was it because I was behaving well? YES!" She threw up her fist in excitement.
In reality...
"Scootaloo..." Spitfire sighed, "I'm really tired of punishing you, why can't you ever go through a day without getting into some sort of trouble...?" The Wondercolt coach shook her head in disappoinment, and exited out of the school building.
Scootaloo entered the lab room, seeing few other students working on their homework, studying for tests, and doing the lab.
"Except that everyone is done with the lab..." Scootaloo grumbled beneath her breath, she never wanted to be left behind by other people, but then she took Rainbow Dash's advice of staying motivated to complete her work, and there's a break she can eat on for two months afterwards, she quickly took out the laptop that she used from her lab class yesterday (the laptop cart was unlocked by the owner Mr. Shining Armor, so Scootaloo didn't waste time trying to find a way to break it open). She opened the laptop, and was ready to click on her Excel file she saved...
"Ahhh, wouldn't you look at that wallpaper..." Scootaloo's eyes turned into pink hearts when she noticed that she changed the laptop wallpaper from the Canterlot Secondary High's logo into a nude female prostitute with ripped dress and laying in such a position near a man on a broken couch thrown out onto the sidewalk, ready to be picked up by the garbage truck. Then all of a sudden, she sensed something threatening to her life, as if she must run away from a overpowered predator, like a deer being hunted by a tiger, or a zebra being chased down by a lion. However, Scootaloo was paralyzed by this uncomfortable presence, as if she encountered this before, and always fell for the trap of being jocked at, because the reason was walking towards the lab room as well, and it was...
"Ugh! I can't believe I'm having detention because I whispered to Cran Berry!" Diamond Tiara moaned, just like how Scootaloo moaned at her wallpaper.
"Well, she was teaching a class though... So I guess you can't blame her too much..." Silver Spoon shookingly disagreed. Diamond Tiara rolled her eyes at her best friend, and murmured a curse, but she nevertheless shrugged towards Silver Spoon's point and continued to walk to the center of the lab room until she saw Scootaloo.
"Well well well, look what we have here..." Diamond Tiara then wickedly smiled like Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle did earlier now, then Silver Spoon followed along. Scootaloo sighed and decided there was nothing to do about the two bullies but ignore them and work on the lab. Diamond Tiara has been the main antagonist of the Crusaders' problem; usually asking them for money since Ponyville Elementary, making fun of them with verbal missles, pranking them until their butt hurts, trolling them to the point where they're not even sure whether they should get mad anymore. Silver Spoon was just a follower of this cult, she sometimes do have some sympathy for the Crusaders, and will have opinions against Diamond Tiara's cruelty, but she didn't want to let Diamond Tiara catch her red handed to be a traitor and unfriend her, eventually becoming the victim of Diamond Tiara's bullying dummy. Ready to pounce onto her pray Scootaloo, Diamond Tiara slowly walked up to her...
"Wo-wow Scootaloo... Tha-that... Wallpaper..." The crowned girl froze as if she was shot in the chest, but it wasn't something that stroke her that she was completely unaware of, it was something she knew and it got her everytime. The wallpaper, the ideal prostitute, the amazing background of a whole dirty and rusty garbage truck, was part of Scootaloo's most admired collection (oops, that was spoiler). Diamond Tiara's mouth was opened wide, her jaw whammed onto the cement hard ground, her eyeballs popped out, her tongue rolled out like a celebrity's carpet, just drooling hard. Silver Spoon did the same, because she does not know what the freakin' hell is going on here, but after looking at the same wallpaper, she could not express her excitement, and was ready to jump on the laptop.
"Umm, girls?" Scootaloo gawped at the two, waving her hands in front of their faces, "Are you alright?"
Then without thinking she grabbed a meter stick and smacked them, face flat on the floor. Well okay she did this intentionally in return for being picked on by them all the time.
"That's how Spitfire rolls the class!" Scootaloo thumbed up, puts herself in a superhero's position from a dumb cartoon whenever they save the day, and smiled this crooked face so damn ugly that Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon returned to their senses.
"Umm, actually... Scootaloo?" Diamond Tiara suddenly changed her mind from when she entered the lab room, "I actually want to own you an apology, for everything we have done that upsetted you and your friends."
Scootaloo paused, then she gaped also at the two. Her mind now shifted the gravity downside up, everything is now seen as reversed, or completely the opposite of what she should see. She is now spinning all sides, like a spherical dice being licked all over by a disordered person, she saw some windows to her right, and she could not wait to leap out of it and see how heaven deals with this bullcrap.
Scootaloo shook her head to make sure she's in the right place, 'an APOLOGY? What the freakin' hell is wrong with them? Or me? ' She thought in her head. Slowly and hesitantly pointed her index finger at Diamond Tiara (and a secret middle finger to Silver Spoon). "You... You sure you came to the right person to ask this...?"
Diamond Tiara didn't pay attention to Scootaloo's reaction, but heard her clarifying question, and replied, "Well duh, that's why I called your name right? I regretted my whole life on making you guys feel like sore losers, you don't deserve it anymore."
Again went the insanity insider Scootaloo's head, now she literally inched towards the windows. 'DID THAT PERSON JUST SAY THAT?! DID YOU ALL HEAR THAT?!' Her mind yelled out to all of her body parts (somehow according to Scootaloo's autobiography handbook, Scootaloo's body parts all act on their own sometimes because Scootaloo is a serious retard), and Scootaloo is now acting like a seal arfing and barking while wiggling in the same place with seizure.
"We-we-wel-well... What in the world made you "suddenly" think that way t-to-today ?" Scootaloo staggered, furiously making sure that she isn't falling into another trap set up by them, but the outcome was different this time.
"*Sniff* Because of that beautiful wallpaper you have on your laptop!" Diamond Tiara shed a tear and answered honestly, Silver Spoon nodded because she felt like it. The two girls are now heartbreakingly touched by the female prostitute and vowed to worship it like their own god, and they believed Scootaloo was the priestess.
"Scootaloo! I never realized you were a lesbian! Now I take back everything I have done to you in the past!" Diamond Tiara weeped and went up to hug her former victim,
".... That is why you feel bad for me?! WHAT ABOUT MY DAMN LAB TIME?!" Scootaloo frowned and frustrated loudly, she collapsed onto the floor, after all the nervousness given by Diamond Tiara and her downhearted expressions, in the end it was all making Scootaloo feel embarrassed and upset that her work time was wasted: A whole 5 minutes.
Scootaloo then paused, and stared into Diamond Tiara's eyes, she did the same. Scootaloo then put her hands onto her shoulders like what Rainbow did to hers, she smiled and forgivingly said,
"Hey, I know you have been conflicting me and my friends for awhile, and neither of us really liked it the way you have done so. But since you apologized, I don't suppose why can we just all be friends? That way, there will be peace made between all of us, and neither of us will grow hatred onto each other again! Anyone loves harmony right?"
"R-really?" Diamond Tiara asked, "I-I don't have to repay you anything at all?"
"Of course not!" Scootaloo happily shook her head, "It's not like..."
"... Annnnd that's how I got $100 dollars off Diamond Tiara and $50 from Silver Spoon." Scootaloo finished her story as she was in Rarity's car, driving to Broadway Theaters along with Sweetie Belle and Apple Bloom.
"Really? Scootaloo, that ain't a pretty good idea to do. You should've just treated them nicely and then they will treat us the same way back." Apple Bloom told her, upset by the fact that her friend still does not know morality.
"Oh please! Not like she and Silver Spoon will get back at us for that! We're officially in good terms now, aren't we?"
"Ugh!" Apple Bloom groaned, "You know what? Sweetie Belle, go teach Scoots a few thin' or two!"
"Uh huh," Sweetie Belle nodded with her eyes closed, "Scootaloo, you really did a bad job back there, what were you thinking?"
Apple Bloom nodded, eyes closed just like Sweetie Belle. Rarity smiled proudly that her sister finally learns her baby steps on how to be a good societal person.
"$150 is totally outrageous, you should've asked for more!"
"Oh my lord..." Apple Bloom groaned louder and facepalmed herself. Rarity facepalmed harder, gritted her teeth, and nearly crashed into other vehicles while she covered her face. Scootaloo facepalmed too, but rather in a desperate way as if she should've listened to Sweetie Belle's words.
"You're totally right! Godammit!" She swung her fist horizontally.
"Sweetie Belle!" Rarity cried, "Why did you just have to say that?" You nearly got us into an accident!"
"Oops, sorry sis!" Sweetie Belle apologized, "But at least we're all safe right? Think positive!"
Smiling that she's still so innocent and ignorant, Rarity forgave her and continued her driving. 'Yes... As long as everyone is still good and well.' She sang quietly in her head as she pushed her smooth, purple hair back.
While behind her car were piles of cars, crashed into one another, blocking the sidewalks, trucks flipped over, dogs looking for freshly leaked gas which shouldn't even be happening. Then, a chicken decided to cross the street, so that it can get to the other side. The only thing funny about that chicken, was that in reality, it was a real chicken, playing as the same looking chicken in Crossy Road on her mini tablet.
"Wow! I have made so much progress already with just a chicken! Yet there still aren't any accidents from the cars in the game!" Pinkie (Chicken) Pie said excitingly and full of herself that she has officially mastered the game, while in reality she was walking across the traffic jammed cars, over them, through the windows, crawling under them, etc.
Back to the protagonist(s), Rarity opened the GPS just to make sure whether they arrived to the theater or not. She tapped...
And tapped...
And tapped...
And tapped...
And accidentally closed it, she let out a scowl and a burning sniff of cannot-take-this-bull-any-longer noise, so she restarted, and after a tedious 5 minute search, she happily announced to the little Crusaders,
"Alright darlings! We're here! This is Storkyrkan Cathedral!"
Crickets out of nowhere chirped, the three kids in the back of the car stared at the mentally disturbed fashion designer confoundedly and awkwardly. Rarity was confused too with their looks, 'Shouldn't they be a little bit more, stupefied?' She thought to herself. Finally she looked outside of the car and gazed; there were enormous skyscrapers, and a huge church in front of them...
Rarity quickly checked the GPS again, and zoomed it out. She pinpointed her map in Stockholm.
"Holy mother of distant... THIS IS! THE! WORST! POSSIBLE! THING!" She shouted, but then embarrassingly turned around and told the disappointed Crusaders, "No need to panic girls, this is just a... Umm... Uhh... Rarity after all!" The three friends sighed and shook their heads.
During the OFFICIAL trip to Broadway Theater, the Crusaders were bored and in vain, as if they want to start a crime and at least get something done unlike someone just failed to do, but then again, that's a bit too excessive, so Sweetie Belle decided to raise up a question from her wonders of her friend Scootaloo instead.
"So Scoots, how did the lab go?"
Scootaloo can no longer hold her temper, every damn time is always about the lab, and everytime the answer always humiliates her. She cracked her knuckles on her right hand and held tightly into a fist on her left. Her eyes were bloody red as she turned around to Sweetie Belle, who does not seem to notice her friend's anger. Because of that, Scootaloo gave up her rage and decided it would be the best just to spill out the beans, because this time she has some good news.
"Well, after getting the money off DT and SS, I continued to work on my lab for about a minute until Blaze Blue came in and told me that my scooter was stolen. I went out to make sure, and it was there, good and alive. Until I came back to see that my 6 minute work was deleted and I had to freakin' start all over!" The other two girls stared at Scootaloo, unimpressed that she is wailing over losing a 6 minute work.
"Then, after I caught up to my 6 minute work, Shining Armor smacked my head and demanded for his lost keys. I told him that I never even touched it, and the laptop cart was already opened before I even stepped into the room. He disbelieved me and called my home, but then right after that he found the keys, RIGHT ON HIS DARN DES-"
"Oh Twilight's brother is such a splendid thing!" Rarity interrupted, "I would really want to put my hands onto him one day!" The Crusaders stared at Rarity again and sighed, not even Sweetie Belle can understand how her sister's disturbed mental mind can go off the road. She let go of her steering wheel and almost ran into another car, the wheels turned left then back to right furiously, but thank goodness no one was hurt. Just another head injury from Scootaloo.
'YOU THINK MY LIFE ISN'T IMPORTANT?!' Scootaloo retained her serenity and continued,
"Anyways, that whole lab took me two hours to finish... Three quarters of it, and I..."
"Let me guess, you got home with your slow bummed scooter and got slapped by your mom again?" Apple Bloom asked confidently, "Twice?"
"Of course, I-... NO WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU SAYING?!" Scootaloo blundered, but it was already too late, everyone including Rarity giggled at her for being so damn stupid.
'I'M NOT STUPID! YOU ARE!' Scootaloo yelled out in her mind, but lets just mind her rudeness.
"Phew! At least they wouldn't know about the fact that I can't send it into my Gmail because the network connection is dead until tomorrow..." Scootaloo whispered to herself, only to expect the worst laughter from everyone else on the car. Again .
"BWAHAHAHAHAHAH!" Apple Bloom suddenly let out this freaky laugh that no one ever even expected from someone like her, it was like this villain who likes to get tangled with this damsel in distress before being knocked out by the one he (in this case a she) stole from, and she really was proud of her new laughter. "Scoo-SCOOTALOO! I-I can't believe... Pff... Pfft... Bahaha! Bahahaha!"
Now it was even more wierd, Apple Bloom transformed into a sheep being onslaught by farmers in New Zealand, and then that sheep was finally caught, and her coat was snipped off piece by piece... Well she is a country gal, what can be done?
Sweetie Belle meanwhile was all over on Scootaloo, making fun of her bad day.
"Scootaloo! You sure are a schooltzer!" She had no idea what she was saying, but it did sound funny and the fact that she failed trying to combine three words into one, including Scootaloo's name it would be four. Scootaloo can only frown in despair, because now the sheep is nibbling on her clothes and face...
"APPLE BLOOM? WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!" Scootaloo screamed loudly as she realized her friend was biting off the material that made her t-shirt, which tasted like pure fabric and soft wool being hugged and kissed all over the surface... "Get your bum looking mouth off my shirt!... AND MY HAIR!" Apple Bloom continued to nibble off her dyed purple hair, which looks plain weird for some punk looking kid like Scootaloo.
'Don't you diss my hair... OR YOU'LL REGRET IT!'
Well, you should regret for saying something like the wifi not allowing you to finish your lab.
'Ugh fine! But how am I supposed to fix what's happening now with Apple Bloom! Or else Diamond Tiara will truly think that I'm a lesbian if anyone tells this to her!'
Not my problem.
'Wha-"
Rarity was busy driving the car, her attention was paid onto driving so much (she just got her liscence last week), that she even missed Scootaloo's dying cries of fear due to the little farm sheep being a cannibal by feeding on the material that sheeps wear- *HUFF HUFF* Okay this is getting too complex, Apple Bloom is basically infected and is now a complete maniac. Sweetie Belle was too busy laughing at Scootaloo for not sending her completed lab work to her Gmail because the network was disconnected, and then there's Pinkie Pie on top of Rarity's car, still disguised as a chicken from Crossy Road. However, once Pinkie Pie lost the game, her gamer face exploded with rage, and she rapidly stomped on Rarity's car. Rarity still did not bother to care about her vehicle's condition and continued struggling with steering out of other cars and people, not minding animals though (oh don't worry about them, they know how to save themselves).
Suddenly, Pinkie Pie realized that this was Rarity's car, so she walked foward, and slid down onto the front of Rarity's car, and formed this complex position that not even acrobatics can perform, while facing to Rarity, in front of the winshield.
"Hi Rarity!"
"EEEEK! A CHICKEN!" Rarity shrieked and turned her steering wheel all over, the car now was out of control, on full speed, burning tires, ramming all other cars in the way. The Crusaders (excluding Apple Bloom) realized that they were in true demise, and could do nothing but scream. Rarity shut them up this time and refocused on how to pull this off, she suddenly let out this smirk that-
"Woah! Check out that chick driving the Ferrari!" A random person called out.
"Look at that smirk on her face! Sooooo badass...!" Another drooled, and was deeply in mad romantic sheeps already, he wanted to lick the wool and suck on it... Okay that's getting a bit off topic but Rarity was too attractive for those losers to stay on their task, because they got so caught up that they didn't realize they were in the middle of a green light road... And one was ran over by a bicyclist, the other by a jogger.
Meanwhile, on Fifth Avenue, Filthy Rich was bargaining with Fancy Pants over some random finicial problem that is so pointless that it only costs them their business.
"Listen Fancy! I need to borrow off some cash from you, so that I can get a good piece of land from you in Hunts Point. Besides! Your money will automatically be guaranteed back!"
"Well, about that, my dear friend from Ponyville." Fancy rubbed his mustache, "If I gave that to you... I don't know where else can I continue my food industry... Also, isn't this an act against the government? You know that food is very important right?" He completely forgot that Filthy Rich is totally being a jerk by taking cash from him then using the same cash to buy something off him, but right now all he is caring is the political, not economical.
"Ah right! Curses!" Filthy Rich spat into the pitful sewers near their sidewalk, now he completely forgot about his initial motives to negotiate with Fancy Pants.
"I do have a good idea though..." Fancy Pants sternly suggested, most of the time not meaning a good idea, but Filthy Rich obeyed to listen like a homeless dog, with his tongue drooling out, only to displease Fancy Pants that he isn't elegant and fancy enough.
"Ooh ooh! Tell meh!" Filthy Rich suddenly got all excited, and went around Fancy Pants in circles like a true mad dog.
"Sigh... If you can stop acting so pricking and behave like a real dog... Then I can tell you." Filthy Rich obeyed, and was still a dog.
"You can get the mayor to help you and support your side... Only if you're injured that is..."
Filthy suddenly stood up and became a grown man, he stared in disbelief, "... How the twenty five cents will the government suddenly listen to my painful appeals just because I'm severly injured?"
"Hmm, I guess you're right." Filthy Rich slouched back down onto the ground, then got up and wiped off the unfilthy dusts off him as Fancy Pants's bulb lighted up again,
"But what if I get injured too? That way, De Blasio can't deny both of us at the same time-"
"Why are you still with this injury garbage?! That definitely isn't going to persuade-"
They stood in silence, listening to the uproaring honks and screams, cars flipped in the air, people ran for their lives, pigeons fed on dropped vomits from the filthy humans (yes, Filthy Rich vomitted too) when they saw other filthy humans vomit. What's coming next to the two upper classmen was the Ferrari Pinkie Pie was on, crashing them both into the air 20 meters high, then came colliding down the ground, kissing it (face flat on the ground of course). The beautiful scent was absolutely marvelous! Both men now are injured, but rather happily and peacefully, even with all the blood and sweat being produced. Filthy Rich licked the ground to taste its quality.
"H-hey Filthy Rich...?" Fancy Pants awkwardly smiled, trying to lend out his hand, but it shook and showed fear because blood won't stop coming out, "Are you c-convinced n-now...?"
"I..." Filthy Rich licked the perfumed ground once more, it was rough, rocky, solid, dirty, dull, but Filthy Rich definitely fitted into the scenario. "The g-ground is d-delicious... I-I'm getting th-the l-land from you for sure, I'm w-with you..." And dropped dead (no he's still alive).
What the two last heard was, something soundly as the Liberty Bell, or the classical music played on a violin, which was Octavia playing on the sidewalk, pretending to be a prostitute at the same time while a garbage truck was right behind her. It was the sound of music, the sound of hope, the sun blinded Fancy Pants's and Filthy Rich's eyes, the radiance was a signal that these sounds were a symbol of a new life to their future...
"BAAHAAA! BAAHAA! BAAHAAHAAHAAHAA!"
Scootaloo's Scooter Express
Finally, after Rarity managed to find a parking space for 20 minutes, she and the Crusaders made it to the Broadway theater. Inside, the auditorium was crowded, waves and waves of people are choking out of space, but since the Crusaders are much shorter than the rest of the adults, they somehow found space to breath into.
"Geez! That's hella lot of people!" Sweetie Belle took a deep breath, and exhaled slowly.
"Apple Bloom," Scootaloo switched topics, "Does Applejack know that you're coming here without her?"
"Oh shucks, Scoots!" Apple Bloom proudly replied, "Ah already told mah sis' that Ah'm old enough to take care of mahself! Remember when I tried to deliver those apple pies to Saudi Arabia on plane from the JFK Airport? On mah own? Then Ah met this homeless mafia called the "Chimeras" who wanted to kidnap me for the pies and selling me for money? Then Applejack was also on the plane with the proper equipments to handle those good darn Chimeras only (somehow). She scolded me, but realized that I'm old enough to be independent!"
"Wow AB..." Sweetie Belle was shocked, as her two hands were on her cheeks. "That was really impressive!"
"Eeyup!" Apple Bloom imitated his brother, "Ah'm finally grown-"
"APPLE BLOOM!" Applejack came out of the crowd and picked her younger sister up, "Ah'm so glad to see you!" As she rubbed her face onto Apple Bloom's and kissed her all over.
"NOOOOOOOOO!" Apple Bloom yelled to the top of the ceiling, "Why are you even darn here?!"
"So I can watch over my younger sister in case of any trouble." Applejack smiled, only to provoke Apple Bloom.
"Ugh! I thought you were finally CONVINCED!"
"Honestly Applejack!" Rarity loudly sighed, "How did you even get in here?!"
"Just tellin' the guards that Ah'm looking for my naughty sister." Applejack answered and kicked Scootaloo in the face.
"SCOOTALOO GET YOUR BUM UP!" Her mom yelled near Scootaloo's ear, "YOU'RE GONNA GET LATE AGAIN!"
"OH WHA-?" Scootaloo interrupted herself, but she can see nothing but a pitch blackness swallowing her, making her breathless... It was her mom's orange foot squishing onto her face with no mercy intended.
"Mom, I rather you slap me..."
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
"Oh sweet Jesus, thank you mom for making me motivated enough to get off the bed!" Scootaloo called back to her as she reached the bathroom, only to cringe when she saw a horrendous face, bumps everywhere, fat face, shaped nose, bloody mouth, right in the mirror.
"EEEK!!! WHAT'S THAT CRAP?!"
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
"HAVE I TOLD YOU NOT TO USE THOSE GOD DAMN CURSES?!" Hypocrite mom said again, "Don't make me slap you again! Get yourself brushed and washed!"
Scootaloo checked the mirror again, and it returned back to her original, pretty (nah), satisfying. Nose.
"WAIT WHAT?! What about my beloved face?!" Scootaloo exclaimed and purposely provoked her mom to slap her again, and after a few more slaps, she was finally ready to show up to school... On her slow crappy scooter that is, and was almost late... Again...
"Heya Scootaloo!" Diamond Tiara waved with her hand up and down at the school playground, while Silver Spoon is waving normally and less enthusiasted about this confrontation than her mentally insane friend. Scootaloo almost fell off her scooter once she saw what was going on with her new friend. What's worse to come is when Diamond Tiara ran up to her and decided to start a conversation. Scootaloo regretted on not changing her wallpaper the other day when Tiara saw it. She now feels far worse when her main nemesis suddenly became her main lover.
"Darling! How are you today!" The purple and white striped girl hugged Scootaloo, who can only groan in retaliation.
"Since WHEN, the hell am I your goddamn darling? Only Rarity says that." The orange girl sighed and tried to push Diamond Tiara away, but she held her hands and pushed her onto the ground, ready to kiss her.
"I. Love. You. Did you know that...?"
"Umm, not really..." Scootaloo roller her eyes, not realizing that she was about to be kissed, "GET YOUR DAMN LIPS OFF ME! FREAK! I AIN'T LESBIAN!"
"Bu-but that wallpaper..." Tiara suddenly gave Scootaloo this innocent look, which frustrated her even more.
"HOW DOES THAT EVEN MEAN I'M A FREAKIN' LESBIAN?!" She yelled, "I just admire it-"
She stopped, everyone on the playground heard her. All began making her a laughing stock. Scootaloo's face went red, she wanted to puke. What's worse is that Diamond Tiara found the chance to give her a good smooch on the cheek, and Scootaloo only realized this when she saw everyone taking out their advanced phones and snapping pictures (burst too) of it, including adults nearby the school playground and two bisexual journalists who wrote down every single detail of what Scootaloo said and the infamous DT kiss.
"Charlie, should we get a cupcake first? Or send this to the Wall Street Journal?"
"Nah man, I want a cupcake. I'm hungry enough to devour a pony!" Charlie answered.
"But what if somebody beat us to the race and reported this first? Our wages won't hold us long!"
"Pocka Stripes, you sure are a dumbass or something. Why would there be journalists and reporters here at the same time, not like they freakin' knew this was gonna happen!" Charlie told his partner, and pulled his pants up from sagging.
"Ohhh! You're right Charlie!" Pocka agreed, "Lets just get the energy first to report all of this!"
"Exactly, so on my mark, we're going to run to the bakery, as fast as we can so that we can get paid sooner!"
"Ready!"
"One... Two... Thr-"
"Hey what the hell are you guys doing here?" An unfamiliar voice asked. Right, the two journalists weren't the only ones here watching, in a plastic shrub in the middle of a brick sidewalk. Charlie and Pocka got out of their bush, and stared right into a tall man with a blue hat and a brown jacket (made for dectectives, but he managed to steal it), while flickering his hard metal made lighter, he pushed his hat up, and puffed smoke into the two journalist's face, in which they frowned in return.
"W-who are you then?" Charlie asked back.
"I... Heh heh heh." The mysterious man took off his jacket in epicness, unaware the fact that he threw it onto the street next to him and it was ran over by a car. Charlie and Pocka Stripes just looked at each other and shrugged.
"I am. Feather Plume! Father of the great son that made me proud: Feather Weight!" He put his left hand onto his hip, bending his elbow. While he stretched his right arm straight to his right, to point at the socks hung on the electric wires, which smelled like skunks taking a huge dump by the trash bins.
"Oh Feather Weight? You mean that kid who got thrown onto the floor in Lab class twenty-one times by Coach Spitfire?" Pocka Stripes pointed at the kid being pulled over by bunch of elder kids from junior year. They threw him down on the ground and rapidly kicked him and stomping on him.
"Oh no that's MY BOY!" He now threw his blue hat into Charlie's face, who managed to shove it back into the back of Feather Plume's pants (and into the arse) before he took a run to save his tortured son.
"What... Just happened...?" Pocka Stripes's eyes were wide open, he just stared into Feather Plume who also now is getting kicked and stomped on along with his son.
"I, don't know..." Charlie replied, "But one thing is for sure: WE CAN REPORT THIS AHEAD OF EVERYONE FIRST!"
"HELL YEA!!!!!"
"#RICH4LIFE!"
"WALL STREET! HERE WE COME!"
"I don't see that coming anywhere once you "come" to the police department for interrogation."
"ALLLLLL RIght... Wait what?" Charlie stopped once he felt his wrists aching from the sound CLICK! Twice...
"Woah what's this all about?" Pocka Stripes asked as he saw Charlie's fat butt being kicked and shoved into the police car by a large and wide shouldered police officer. Him too, was handcuffed by two officers and shoved into the same car.
"Well, since you two were busy looking and peeking over the school with such "stealth", I figure that it's the best to just arrest you both for good." The head police officer said, as he pointed at the outlines of the two journalists. Charlie and Pocka Stripes looked down, their clothing is all black, even the socks, shoes and their hats. They have these sharp objects used to stalk a prey and at the right moment to strike and kill.
"Dude, shut the hell up! Those objects you were mentioning are goddamn pencils! We need those to write and record what we've seen!" Charlie said as they were driving in the car down the street, but the head police officer, who was sitting in front of the car, turned back and said,
"Then that's even more evident that you two deserved what you got, you two are some of the most suspicious duo since those two mysterious thieves went missing two days ago... Wearing the exact same thing and holding a sharp object that cannot be determined as knives-"
"Oh come on! We got our ID's!" Charlie protested as he struggled to reach for his pocket to take out his Wall Street journalist ID.
"-and they are also known for showing fake ID's to random headquarters and departments... Just to prove their false innocence."
"Oh you got to be kidding me!" Charlie gave up and laid back into the seat, while Pocka Stripes furiously whispered to him,
"I told you NOT to dress like this because of those two criminals on the news last night!"
The two unfortunate journalists can do nothing but groan and roll their eyes as the car continued to roll its wheels down the never ending street.
