The life of a teenager is always hard, for each and every one of us, although some had it a bit easier than others. A loving family, a group of trusting and wonderful friends, a few after school activities to help keep their minds occupied, and maybe even a special someone to help shoulder the pain if need be. Though, some didn't have is as easy...

My name is Scootaloo, and this is the story of how I learned to grow up in this superficially unfair world, and what growing up meant to me. Through childish banter, teenage angst, and up into coping with the loss of a loved one, I'll walk you through every dirty detail of my life where I changed the most. All thanks to a kind hearted man, with a deep voice and the softest of smiles.

In life, a mentor can help guide you, help you learn many different things that will assist you in the world. Making gaps appear smaller, mountains feel shorter, and help ease the burden of growing up one lesson at a time. But in the end, it's up to you, the individual to use and apply the knowledge in your own life. And that, isn't always as clear cut as some make it out to be...

Firstly I want to give the biggest and most heartfelt thanks to my good friend and fellow writer, Duskhoof for backing this silly story of mine. I'm hoping I can provide him and you all with a touching, heartfelt and somewhat relatable story. If you enjoyed it, make sure to let me know!

This has been only edited by me, so there is bound to be a few mistakes. Scheduling issues with my editors lead to this one having to slip out the gate.