Who Are You And What Have You Done With Scootaloo? - A Scootaloo Love Story

Author's Note: As you may know, I used to be notorious for short chapters. But, thanks to a slap of reality from a nice guy/girl usernamed Snapple Jack, I can limit myself to a minimum of 1k words per chapter. If I don't make this quota, I feel really bad. And, of course, as I do to most actually good things in my life, I was a jackass. So please: Snapple Jack, if you're reading this, I'm sorry. Give me a second chance, please.

October 15 9:08PM:

My mom told me to start writing a journal about my daily life. I decided to start today because of what happened yesterday.

It had been just another day. I went to school, the girls and I made our quota of 3 failed cutie mark getting attempts, I did my homework, and I lead a meeting of the Rainbow Dash fan club. I lay out on my bed, wondering what to do.

My name is Scootaloo. I’m 13 and I still don’t have a cutie mark. I know what it’s going to be, at least what I think it will be. Anyway, back to boredom. Dinner was in 30 minutes, and after that I have 2 hours until bedtime. Yes, I have a bedtime. It sucks, I know. I decided to take a ride on my scooter.

That’s what my cutie mark should be, riding my scooter, but I’m still crusading. I crusade with my only friends, Applebloom and Sweetie Belle. I really should have more friends, but I just don’t. Everyone sucks except those two, Fluttershy, Rainbow Dash, and my parents. Yeah, my parents are pretty cool.

All this thinking, which I really don’t like to do much, made me run into somepony. At first I couldn’t see him, being I was flying thru the air and all, but I could tell it’s a dude by the way he said “Oof” and how he sent me flying farther. I pay a lot of attention to such things. I never really liked boys; even if they were ever cute, they were big jerks. I can’t really fly, so I just ended up machine-gunning my wings into a lighter landing.

As I land, I get a good look at him. He was really cute. I’d go as far as to say hot. I go to his side. Even if most people suck, you never know until you find out, so always help someone in need, unless you know they suck and the situation isn’t life-threateningly urgent. So anyway, he looked up with a weak smile.

“Hi,” he said. “That really hurt. My name‘s Rain Chaser. What’s yours?”

“Um… Uh…” I stuttered. I can’t really talk to people.

“Um uh?” he asked sarcastically as he rose. “That’s about the strangest name I’ve ever heard.”

“No, no. Um, I’m Scootaloo,” I said. I’m not supposed to give out any personal information to anybody, but I still think I can trust this dude. He’s nice enough, and my age, so what’s he going to do? Nothing bad can come of it, as far as I can see.

“Well, I’m new here. I moved in down the street. I’m supposed to go to that Elementary nearby, I don’t know the name, but I know my teacher is Cheerilee or something” he explained. Wait… He lives down the street? But I live in the middle of nowhere! I thought Well, I don’t exactly. I live nowhere near anything but Fluttershy and the Elementary. Come to think of it, I don’t know the name of the school either. I don’t know if it has a name at all!

“Yeah, I have Miss Cheerilee, too. But wait, down the street from me? I didn’t even know I lived on a street…”

“Neither did I” he responded. But he pronounced “neither” wrong.

“Well, I should be on my way” I shouldn’t have really been on my way. I should’ve stop to talk with him for a second…

“Hey, you finish the homework yet?” he shot. Bingo, the perfect excuse

“Yeah! You want some help?”

“Most definitely!”

“Okay then” I picked up my scooter with my mouth. “Whrr drr ymm lmvr?” I said with a mouthful of scooter-handle.

“Wahaha! What?!” he laughed. I spat out my scooter with a loud “Pi-too!”

“Sorry! Where do you live?” I giggled.

“Just down the street here” Well, as we headed to his house, I decided not to ride my scooter. Besides, one of my riding legs was injured. I don't mean to sound like a pansy, but I hadn't looked at it yet. But it looked like Rain Chaser is doing that for me.

"What... What did you do to your leg?!" he managed disgustedly. He looked like he’s going to barf. But instead of the instinctual looking down at my leg, I looked behind me.

Now, sometimes there are these things called “episodes”, where Twilight turns off all violence and blood and stuff, even if for just 30 minutes or the unreasonable 3 months it took once. Unfortunately, this was not one of those times. A trail of seeping blood followed me, and then I looked down. I was bleeding profusely out the knee.

And then I fainted.

When I woke up, I was in a strange room. The bed wasn’t as soft as mine usually is, the furniture was all wrong, and there were Wonderbolts posters all over the room. It took me all of 10 seconds to realize that this wasn’t my room. I got up with a karate buck and a screaming:

“If somepony doesn’t tell me where I am, how I got here, and who everypony here is right now I am going to start the pain!”

I knew it’s over dramatic, but I thought that’d do the trick.

“Whoa, whoa, Scoots!” said a familiar voice. Rain Chaser? “You bled out a bit. Calm, calm yourself.” Yep, that was Rain Chaser

“She’s… Quite the character she is” says an unfamiliar female voice.

“Scootaloo, these are my parents. Winter Breeze and Waterdrop” explains Rain Chaser

I sat back down. “Oof, sorry. This has only happened to me once before” I lied. Thiat has happened twice, once with the CMC and another with a different scooter accident. I looked over; Rain Chaser was sitting next to a brown pony with a blue, spiky mane, and a light blue pony with a dark blue swirly mane. The brown one must be Winter Breeze and the other Waterdrop. “Nice to meet you. I’m Scootaloo, I live nearby”

“We know. Rain told us everything” Cinnamon Swirl said

“Can I call you Rain?” I turn to Rain Chaser

“Definitely. I actually prefer it” said Rain Chaser. I guess I can call him Rain now. “Let’s get you back home”

“But… But, homework?”

“No, too late for that now”

“How long was I out?”

“Oh, about 3 hours”

“Oh Celestia!! I was supposed to be home 3 hours ago!” I panicked

“Oh, don’t fret, we called them!” explained Waterdrop

“How’d you get their phone number?” I asked

“Phone book” said Cinnamon Swirl quickly. Quickly in the suspicious way.

“Okay… I’ll go now… See you at school, Rain” I backed out the door. I found my scooter by the door, coated in dry blood.

I have to go to bed now.

More later.