"This is the school I went to. I always did enjoy writing stories of happiness and sharing them with the teacher. Everyone else just laughed at me because I was different. My wings were smaller than a normal pegasus' wings at my age. All I wanted was for school to end so I could get away from all of these people. The bell rang telling us that it was lunch time. I walk out of the class room and head to the cafeteria where the people serving food tell me that I have to pay money for my food. I reply that I don't have any money and they just move me along until the kids with money come up and pay for their food. I just walk outside and sit on the steps looking into the blue sky. As I space out two fillies come up to me and try to talk to me. I don't reply as I stare up at the sky. Again the bell rings telling us that lunch is over and we have to go back to class. Snapping out of my daydream I get up and walk back to the class room not speaking to the two fillies as I didn't know that they were there. Once back in the class room, I walk to my seat and sit down ready to finish the day. I sit quietly as the day goes on and as my mind wanders I pull out a notebook and start writing. The bell rings one last time dismissing us from school and I finish writing the last sentence before packing up my stuff and walking out the door and leaving school. I walk out into the city of Ponyville and go back to an alley that had the newspaper I used to sleep with last night. I take off my back pack and place it on the ground next to my "bed" and lay down. I have no pillow, no blanket, no soft mattress to lay on. All I have is the rough, hard ground, my back pack, and a newspaper. This is my life, everyday I come here to sleep, scavenge for food, write, basically I live here."
The sun was out for a little while longer now more on the western side of the sky slowly setting and letting night take over. The sky turned dark lit up by millions of tiny stars. The moon clearly visible and looking like a huge light bulb in a dark room.
"The night sky is so beautiful to look at. I feel so calm and at peace at night."
"Slowly I drift off to sleep and my mind wanders as I begin to dream. I dream about what my life might be like if none of those things happened to my parents. I toss and turn as I feel a pain in my chest. My eyes are shut tight and my teeth are clenched fighting back the tears that I know will soon start to fall. It's like this every night. Crying myself to sleep in an alley being all alone. I saw a lot of other fillies go back to their homes where they were greeted by their families. It isn't fair that they have people that love them. That is all I want. I keep mouthing words in my slumber when the sun rises and temporarily blinds me as i open my eyes. Quickly I rub my eyes and gather my things heading to school for another day. On my way to school those two fillies run into me again and try to start a conversation with me asking what my name is. I tell them my name is Scootaloo and that I still needed to fully wake up. As I start to walk a bit faster to help my body wake up more I see the school is full of other students. I walk onto the school play ground still keeping to myself and finding a spot where ill be alone so I can finish my story from yesterday. Once I find a spot and sit down I see a couple of fillies walk over here with their head held high as if they were better than everybody else at this school. They see me and walk over here looking at my stuff and telling me that I am nothing, but a worthless and useless pony because I looked homeless. I hoped that they would never figure out the truth about me. When I curled up in a ball to fight the tears I hear someone shout stop and run over to me. The two fillies from this morning are in front of me and they are standing up to those snotty fillies. I sit there and watch as they argue and the snotty fillies leave. I stand up and thank them for helping get those fillies away from me. They nod and tell me that it was no problem. I ask their names and they tell me that their names are Applebloom and Sweetiebelle. I smile and thank them again before heading to class."
The inside of the school is painted a light tan color and the walls have lockers and door ways for the classrooms. The ceiling being is tiled with each tile having holes for some bored pony to just stare at them counting them in their head.
"I walk into the classroom and find my seat near the window and sit down. my back pack laid on the desk as I get out my notebook and continue my story from yesterday. The class starts and I continue writing not paying attention. As the class goes on I feel something hit my arm and when I turn to see what it is I see those snotty fillies laughing. I look at my arm and realize that they shot a spitball at me. Once I get it off of my arm and dry the spit up I go back to my writing. The bell rings and everyone leaves the classroom except for me. I stay in my desk and keep writing. The teacher walks over and asks me why I haven't left to go to lunch so I tell her what happened yesterday and that I didn't eat until after school. She felt bad and went to talk to the principal telling him about my situation. He walks over to the classroom with the teacher following him to confirm what she told him about me. I confirm it and he tells me to walk with him to the cafeteria and he tells the lunch ponies that my lunch is free since I have no way to pay for it and that I'm an orphan. I thank him and walk back to the classroom since the lunch period is almost over anyway. The class starts again and I look out the window staring into the sky and I sigh wondering what it's like up there. The bell rings again dismissing us from school. I gather up my things and I go back to my alley home and lay my back pack on the ground. I stare at the garbage can and search through it for some food. The sun starts to set letting night take over again. I lay down and cover up with my newspaper and use my back pack as my pillow. Slowly I start to drift off to sleep and it happens again. Some how I dream of something and that feeling returned. The pain in my chest and the tears filling my eyes. Another night of crying myself to sleep. Maybe it'll be over soon and this won't happen anymore."
"Hello there, my name is Scootaloo, but you can just call me Scoots. I'd like to tell you all a story about my young life and what lead to my death."
The sun rose in the dark, night sky, giving light to the land below. People were just barely waking up from sweet, blissful sleep. A pegasus mare walking with an earth stallion down the street. The young couple has been dating for a year now and they seem completely infatuated with one another.
"It would seem that young couple would be my parents, but I don't know if they are or if my parents are still alive somewhere. Since I'm dead I don't see my parents up here or anywhere."
The young couple are laying in their bed talking about the possibility of having a family of their own. The stallion wants a foal and so does the mare. They agree to start trying to have a foal before getting up and heading to work.
"Sigh I wish I could fly... It would have been c-cool to j-just be able to DO WHAT A PEGASUS IS SUPPOSED TO DO! Now all I can do is watch all these other pegasus ponies fly while I cry because I failed."
The young couple gets home from work and have dinner before going to their room. They start kissing each other and things get hot and heavy and people walking around outside that were near the house could hear very faint moaning. They finished and were now cuddling on the bed panting and basking in the afterglow of their... activities. They soon drifted off to sleep still embracing each other.
"I guess from right at this moment I am being created if these are my parents."
Nine months later the couple are in the emergency room at the hospital. The stallion is holding his marefriends hand as she screams in pain trying to give birth to their foal. After a good amount of time the foal comes out, but the pegasus mare died. The stallion who was holding his new born filly was scared because he wanted a filly, but he also wanted a wife and a family. Not knowing what to do he starts running home carrying his young filly in his arms.
"So... that is what happened to my mom? Why can't I find her up here? Mom Where are you?"
After some time the stallion would start working again and he would have one of his marefriends' friends foal sit while he went to work. One day though the foal sitter was busy and the stallion left for work since his boss called him in to work personally. The filly, who had an orange coat with a purple mane, was still young, but could manage to do stuff for herself. The phone rang and once she answered it she was all alone.
"That was the saddest day of my young life. There was an accident at my dad's work and his injuries were so bad that he died from it. from that point on I was all alone until I met two other fillies at school."
