Scootaloo had been writing her very own journal. It wasn't a diary, oh no, the diary is a way to girly and stuff. The journal is a lot cooler, Even the Princesses wrote journals and not diaries.

Dear journal,... Today I have been studying my subject of interest! Yes, that's right, there is no need to be surprised Well, she is not technically my subject of interest, she is my friend. Well, she is, kind of!

With the frustrating sigh, Schootaloo spat out the pencil out of her mouth, and then with another frustrated sigh picked it up with her mouth, and then continued to write in a journal.

I hate writing! Wait, what I am doing? Maybe I could use wings for writing.

Scootaloo glanced at her tiny wings and sighed. She glanced back in her journal and continued to write,

No, can't do that, wings are too short. Maybe I could self-learn how to hoof write,
That would be great, I think. Now where was I, oh right, my friend. Sometimes I look at her and see something strange. It's like she is replaced by a robot or something! No, that's just silly! Um, I think I should just write it how it all started.

I think the first day that I remember, it was on the day when we all had met. More specifically, it was on the day when we decided to crash Diamond Tiara's party. I don't really remember what is it all about, and I didn't start writing a journal yet, so it won't help me! I do however remember that we totally kicked theirs flunks! Hehehe! I am just kidding, we didn't do it!

So let's see, I think that was also a day when all of us really met for the first time. It's really funny actually, so a farm filly, a dictionary, and me, complete loser who can't even fly, walk into the party.

She is not really a dictionary she is just super smart,and cute, and! Guh! I really should stop myself before I get too embarrassed, and then Rainbow Dash is going to start making fun of me! Guh! Brain bleach! I need a brain bleach!

Scootaloo started to panic, so she dropped the pencil and then started to breathe erratically. She then forced to calm herself down. She then started off again.

Right, well, sometimes she would start talking in a funny accent, that's kind of accent where the pony starts to speak in a metallic voice. Just like in those movies about robots. Now that I think about it, if I was a robot designer, and I would be designing a realistic robot why would I design it with a voice box that just screams ROBOT!

What else did I notice that is kind of strange but no pony else seems to notice, she speaks in strange voice patterns, like almost too robotic. Think about it Cutie Mark Acquisition Program, I mean come on! Hey, random stranger on the street doesn't pretend like you can't hear that. Also, Applebloom is really funny sometimes, I mean consortium? Yeah, I think Sweetie Belle saved both of us. Well, I guess that is enough writing for me.

Scootaloo once again spat out pencil out of her mouth and closed the journal. She then stood up and put the journal into her mouth. She then went to the place where she kept the journal. There was a small table with a storage compartment inside of it. Scootaloo trotted next to it, then put the journal on top of it. She then opened a compartment, and then put the journal inside of it.

"Well, that's it for now. Now, what I am going to do now?" Scootaloo looked what was else in her room, there was her bed of course then there was a table with flowers. She then looked at the wall where she saw a picture of Rainbow Dash. Scootaloo remembered it now, she drew it in her free time. Below it there was small plushie toy which was sitting beside some books on the right side of the toy, on another side of it there were another one of her toys.

She couldn't remember the last time she was playing with them. What was it two months, four months, maybe a whole year? The plushie was still her favorite.

Scootaloo looked at the clock,11:58 pm, "Oopsie Daisy! I guess I overstayed pass my bedtime."

She then jumped on the bed and reached for the toy. She then tossed it on the bed. She thought for a second, the toy didn't look quite right. The position was all wrong, it should be right in the center of the pillow. Instead, it has been laying down sideways on the bedsheets. Scootaloo decided to fix it, she took a toy with her hooves and then carefully put it on the pillow. "Perfect!"

Scootaloo was ready to go to sleep, "Goodnight Scootaloo!" She smiled to herself and then closed her eyes. She went to sleep soon after.

The night soon surrendered to the day and then later the evening once again started over.

Scootaloo once again returned from the long day of spending time with her friends.

"Let's see, I better write it down before I forget."

Scootaloo once again trotted to the table, pulled out her hidden journal with her teeth and then trotted back down to her favorite corner.

She then put the journal on the floor, and she put a pencil in her mouth, and she started writing.

I remember the day when Babs came to town, it was fun! Sort of! Oh and I suppose Babs is blind now! Yeah, that's happened.

What else was there, oh right, there was that one night, and I and Sweetie Belle had to go meet Applebloom. There were a lot of weird noise and I thought that it was so loud it going to wake up the dead. What?
Nopony heard that, weird!

No, it wasn't a cow. Hm, cows, another extremely weird mystery of Equestria. Oh, whatever, who cares about cows anyway?

The wash away our sins bath ... I'll stop here for a second just in case if anypony else who will find this journal in the far future where we all died in the horrible nuclear war, or something.

Okay, are you ready? Who are we worshipping anyway? Princess Celestia? Pshh! Give me a break! She is a real pony just like us! There is no God in our pony culture, and yet, wash away our sins! Where did It come from?

Um, so like there was like a lot of black smoke, and Sweetie Belle had been twitching. Why couldn't they make waterproof robots?

Scootaloo sighed, Dear, Sweetie Belle...I like - like you! Scootaloo closed her eyes, she forgot that she has a pencil in her mouth, so she exhaled some air, the pencil fell with a loud clanking noise.

"Shoot! I am doing this again!" She picked up her pencil again and continued to write.

Not many ponies know that, but Princess Twilight told me and other CMC that there is a temporal field in the middle of the Tartarus! The prisoners are locked inside of it. Um, Tartarus is just a prison dimension, and well that's basically it.

Now that I think about it, Twilight constantly rumbles about something only she thinks nopony else would hear it. For example, just yesterday she started ranting about how the hey did the Dazzlings managed to survive for thousands of years in a world without magic.

It gets even more confusing because we don't know anything about Siren's biology, forget that they are now in completely different mortal alien biology that they are resigning now! But what do I know? That's just Twilight's ranting, and I am just a filly who tends to overhear things!

Dear Starswirl the Bearded, I hear that you are released from limbo, and just in case you happen to read this journal, well then I have a few words for you too. Okay, here it goes! Mister Bearded you bucked up! Just send Sirens to Tartarus or something, like into the temporal field, but no! you just had to dump them someplace where it doesn't really make sense. They end up as extremely hormonal school fillies. Is this my future? Because, I fear that it's going to be my future, a hormonal good for nothing school filly. Just like Sunset Shimmer! By the way, Sunset Shimmer is a terrible role model, but what do I know? I am just a filly who has Rainbow Dash as a role model.

Dear reader, from the future far beyond from our time, or whoever else finds this journal. There is a good chance that your language will be very different from ours, who knows? I wonder if some kind of alien from outer space will find this. Well, that's it for now.

Scootaloo dropped her pencil and then routinely put the journal back to the place where it belongs.

"Now then a pop quiz, if Equiss is a massive spaceship drifting in space, would anypony knew? Would anypony care? A small mental note for myself! Write down the theory in a journal!"

Scootaloo looked at the clock it display, once again have been showing around 11:00 pm

"Did I really spend so much time writing in this journal of mine? Hm, what to do? I guess I am just going to do what usually do. I will go to sleep! Yeah, bed!" Said Scootallo. Her enthusiasm is dropping by the second. She eventually took her plushie and went to sleep once again.

Author's Note

I feel like descriptive writing is my weakest part of writing, most of my stories are compressed dialogues. Maybe this story is going to be a bit different.

I still don't know if I want to make this into CMC story, Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle story, or just Scootaloo only story