Author's Note

Please know some of the grammar mistakes in here were actually intentional! Like 'Bestest' and
'Spite Fire'. Yes these were written like this purposely. Also I'm sorry it took so long for an update! I've been busy, also I'm going on a cruise on Monday so their won't be anymore updates till school starts most likely. I'm so sorry, but that's probably the only chance I'll get to write the next chapter. Thank you!
- Orangeblossom1212

The wonderbolts compound

"Few, what a day! I'm just glad practice is over for the day, now I can finally relax," Soarin said as he grabbed his TV remote, and plopped onto the couch.

This just in! More information on the two horrible parents starve their 3 day old foal, almost to death! Not only that but Spectrum Blaze and Firefly the parents,-

Soarin's head popped up looking at the TV.

• also kidnapped and beat 13 year old Comet Streak to the point to where he was sent to the hospital. The young mare who saved them was interviewed, as it turned out, she too was a child of the abusive parents. She is Spectrum blazes daughter, who shall remain nameless. Her along with Comet Streak are Firefly's step children. Their eldest daughter that saved the two, has informed us that she ran away over 10 years ago, at age 6. She is now caring for her newborn baby brother. The parents are claiming that she never left and that she's making it up to make them look bad. But according to local ponies that is not true. They say when they have been in the home, or are close friends who have asked about the whereabouts of his daughter they were never given a straight answer. That they never saw her and that when they asked they say they always go answers like "oh, she's at tutoring" or "she's out with a friend." The two parents Spectrum Blaze and Firefly have been transported to the Cloudsdale jail. We don't know what the turn out will be. However we can be sure that based on what the police say, 'they will be spending at least 50 years behind bars, if not life.' Their daughter is currently living in the house with her new born brother. He now finally has a name of his own. Apparently his parents were so drunk they didn't even name him. His big sister and now maybe even future Mom, has named him Cloud Chaser. But this leaves police wondering, how did they leave the hospital that drunk? Especially with a newborn foal? The police are now suspecting that they had help, but the question is, who? The trial will be taking place this Sunday. Stay tuned as we get more information. This is just in Equestrian news.

"Oh Dashie, don't worry I'm coming! I promise I'll be their as soon as I can! Just please be safe, "Soarin preyed to Celestia.

Soarin jumped up and darted down the hall as fast as he could, to the Wonderbolt HQ cafeteria. Where are all of the Wonderbolts were resting from their performance. Soarin was running so fast he slammed into the wall, when he attempted trying to make a sharp turn. He made such a loud "thud" that it echoed through the whole HQ, gabbing all the Wonderbolts and staff attention. Not only that, but Soarin ran full force into the pole dividing the double doors. Soarin was knocked straight off his feet and onto his back! He jumped up and ran into the cafeteria as fast as he could, his vision becoming blurry, and his head and thoughts spinning. He shakily walked around the room swaying, but came to a halt when he stumbled upon a yellow and orange 'caution wet floor sign'.

"Spite Fire! just the pony I wanted to see! I need to go on season break early!"

"Soarin?!" Spitfire yelled

Soarin whirled around towards spitfire, shakily barely able to stay on his hooves.

"Oh sorry Blaze, I thought you were some pony else," Soarin called to the wet floor sign.

Every pony broke out into laughter.

"SILENCE!," Spitfire yelled the room went dead quite.

"Soarin what is the meaning of this!?"

"I need to go on break early, it's and emergency and-'

"Soarin," spitfire interrupted. Spitfire sighed, "Soarin you of all ponies would never miss practice or a show. This must be important to you. But I'm sorry. This is the one time where I literally don't have a choice. This Sunday is the last show we have before our 3 month break. I can't let you miss it, I'm sorry."

"Ugh," Soarin groaned. He fell backwards landing on his back, his vision now going completely black.

All Soarin heard was a loud high pitched ringing noise. Finally Soarin couldn't take the annoying sound anymore. He forced his eyes to open as he looked around lazily. His head began pounding and spinning. All he could see were colored blobs towering above him, he stared at them in bewilderment.

"Back up, give him space," Spitfire yelled.

"Is he going to be ok," Fleet Foot asked.

"Yes he'll be fine. Just let him rest and he'll be up and running, as soon as he starts to come back to his senses," the medic replied.

"Ok good," Spitfire said.

"Damn it, Soarin! What the hay were you thinking?!?!"

Soarin's head was pounding. All he heard was what sounded like static. It was filling his head and thoughts.

"Sssshhhhh," the medic hushed.

Soarin's head felt hot, like it was on fire. He could feel the blood pulsing through his head.

The medic took a rag and splashed some cold water on his face. Finally Soarin's vision started to clear. Soarin blinked as the medic placed a ice pack on his head. Soarin looked around warily, and realized that he was in the infirmary. He sat up in the bed,

"ugh, my head," he groaned.

"Here, just take a Motrin and rest for a few minutes. You'll be fine their's no major damage."

"He'll be fine for the show on Sunday," the medic said

Sigh, "good," Spitfire said relieved.

"Okay Soarin, come on let's get back to practice."

"Please reconsider giving me time off! You can take it out of my vacation days! I promise I'll never ask for time off again!"

"Soarin I know you of all ponies deserves time off .You never miss the bolts! Even when your hurt from a crash! Remember last time? You broke your rib and you still came out on the field for practice and tried to fly! Me and Fleet Foot had to lock you in your room and put bars on your bedroom window! I will always give you time off when you need it, but this time the choice is out of my power. I'm sorry theirs nothing I can do."

"Ok spitfire, I understand," Soarin said glumly.

"Look Soarin," spitfire said. "If you still need to leave after the show, I'll help you sneak out the back before the fan ponies get ahold of you."

"Really?!?"

"Really."

"Promise?"

"Ugh! Soarin come on! What are you a foal?"

Soarin glared,

"Okay, I promise! Are you happy now?"

"Yes! Good now you promised, NO backing out!"

"Alright, alright, but this promise only stands if you get to practice without any lip-Hey wait ware did Soarin go," Spitfire said looking around. "How the hay did he do that?! Sense when can he teleport?!?!?"

"Hahah, man Spit's that promise only stands if you get to practice without any lip,"Fleet Foot teased.

"Ugh! Why am I your friend again,vShe said asked, as every pony trotted out of the infirmary.

"Don't worry Dashie, I'll be their as soon as our next show is finished I promise! Maybe now I'll tell you how I feel. How I've always felt. I miss you Dashie, I can't stop thinking about you. Why, Soarin asked.

After Practice
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------"Hey Soarin?"

"Huh? What, you need something spitfire?"

"No Soarin, but like I said, you never miss practice. You always work hard and do your best, so I contacted some ponies, cashed in a few favors. Long story short I got the show moved up a day. The shows as of today is on Friday!"

"Really?!?! Thank you spitfire! Your the bestest friend I could ever hope for," saorin yelled. As he pulled her into a bear hug

"No prob Soarin, see you at practice later," Spitfire said trotting away. Maybe then I can finally tell you, how I truly feel about you Soarin. Your always so happy around me, and I've never seen you show interest in any other mares. You must have at least some feeling for me because......I love you. Spitfire thought to herself. A deep blush formed on her face of the thought of her telling him and him taking her on a romantic date.