The air was tranquil in Scootaloo's room, as it should be. The time was only 5:19 in the morning, thus Celestia’s sun was just beginning to crest over the horizon, marking the first day of summer. Any typical teenager in Scootaloo’s peer group would be asleep at such an hour, soaking in the extra sleep awarded to them from no longer having to contend with school. Well, until the next 2 and a half months went by, anyway.

But Scootaloo was no typical teenager. She was a young mare who longed to make a difference in her community. Not content with simply clearing away litter and donating blood (though she still partook in these events), she decided to volunteer as an EMT with the Ponyville Community Ambulance Association. All was well until she was informed to volunteer as an EMT, you must be certified to be an EMT. This didn’t deter Scootaloo. She was committed to becoming an EMT. Fortunately for her, the PCAA offered an educational program, at the end of which, you’d be eligible to take the National Registry test to become a certified EMT. Needless to say, she was enrolled by the end of the day.

Presently, the clock had turned to 5:20. Scootaloo knew this, as she had been staring at the time since it had read 5:17. In just one more minute, it would be time to rise out of bed and prepare for her first day of EMT school. She wasn’t nervous, Scootaloo didn’t know the meaning of the word. But, she still hoped she would get along with the rest of the class, the rest of the class being the one other student that had signed up. The identity of which she hadn’t been able to ascertain. But she wasn’t nervous about it. She was ready. Not that that mattered anymore as the time rolled over to 5:21 and her alarm clock basked her in her chosen song.

Big booty bitches and anime titties, yeah!

As tempted as Scoots was to let this play out, she knew she had to get a move on. Hopping out of bed she scanned her room, making sure she had everything necessary laid out.

Bookbag. Check.
All necessary supplies in the bookbag. Check.
Pill planner. Check.
Cute EMT student outfit. Double check.
Wait, is that a stain on the work pants? Yeah. I know its dog drool but it looks like cum, and I can't have the other student or the didact think me a slut. Better get a different pair. Check.
Sweet, now I’ll just go eat some breakfast, get a shower, and come right back here and get ready. Bitchin’!

Scootaloo has it all figured out, she’s already stuffing her face with bran flakes. What a Chad! Across town, however, our other future EMT was having a rough go of it.

An alarm clock was blaring, but to everyone’s disappointment, it was a simple screechy beeping. Annoying as shit. Almost equally annoying was the Filthy stallion barking at her.

“Get up now, Diamond!” Filthy Rich barked (like I said).

The lump of blanket moaned at him.

“Nooooo….daddy don’t make me get out of bed. I don’t want to be an EMT. EMT’s are gay. And I’m not gay, soooooooo….” Diamond Tiara moaned.

Filthy couldn’t help but scoff at this.

“Is that why I caught you thumbing through the swimsuit catalog with a hand down your pa--”

The lump of blankets exploded, revealing that Diamond Tiara had been hiding underneath! Any hope of sleep dashed as her sympathetic nervous system sent signals to her adrenal glands to secrete epinephrine and norepinephrine to trigger her fight-or-flight response, but she hadn’t learned about that yet, so all she was aware of was that her heart was beating fast and she felt prepared to fight a bear.

“Don’t bring that up! It was a fluke!” Diamond bellowed, and now blushing went on to say, ”I’m also embarrassed. So stop.”

“I don’t care about your feelings. All I care about is getting you to your class on time, which starts in,” Filthy looked at his daughter’s pretty pink alarm clock, still screaming out for attention, ”thirty-five minutes! Now listen, I have to drop you off before heading to the store, so get your ass moving!”

Diamond knew she had to do as her father told her. Plus it had been her idea to go to EMT class, well, before she figured out it started at six in the morning. Should’ve paid closer attention to the paperwork!

“Ugghh! Fine!”

Diamond rolled out of bed, she nearly fell on her face, but didn’t. Now standing on her own two legs and coming down from her adrenaline high, all she could think was:

Damnit, I’m such an idiot and daddy is such a cuck. No wonder mother doesn’t love him.

Now, for a second I considered describing these two lovely teens getting ready for school, then realized that’s stupid. In general they ate breakfast, got into uniform, and got to the ambulance station at exactly the same time. This is unfair, though, since Scooty had to scoot there and Diamond got a cushy car ride. Goddamned 1%ers. Needless to say, neither of them were a happy camper.

“What are you doing here, you flightless bitch?” Diamond spat out at her assailant who was innocently locking up her scooter. In truth, she recognized the uniform, and knew damn well why this hot chick was here.

Filthy, who was just getting ready to drive off, was now overtaken with a sense of righteous indignation.

“Diamond! You know better than to insult a cripple, she has it bad enough.”

Scoots was having none of this.

“Hold the fuck up, I’m not a cripple! I can move just fine, and can do my own landscaping, can you say the same, SIR?” Scootaloo shot at her ‘ally.’

Filthy was taken aback. He had done the right thing, right? Or not? Based on this diasbled filly’s hurtful words and snarling expression, he guessed not. Best to dip outta there.

“I’ll just see myself out.” Filthy said, mostly to himself. He slapped the car into gear and was off.

Scootaloo watched him turn around the corner. When sure he could no longer see them, she snapped her attention to the female in front of her.

“And listen here you little fatass. Iif you ever say some shit like that again to me,” Scoots snarled, violently poking her forefinger onto Diamond’s chest, “hehe. Lets just say you'll be glad there are EMT's nearby.”

Diamond, despite her impassive expression, was just about pissing herself. No way could she take Scootaloo on one on one, she had to remember there's no teachers keeping her safe from harm here.

Turns out that was incorrect.

“Ahem.” Came the voice of a stallion, clearing his throat.

The two young mares looked up the stairs to the entrance of the station, where a haggard, grey-maned Earth stallion stood, arms crossed. With the lights from the station shining behind his dark green complexion, he looked not unlike an angel.

“I’m not gonna have a problem with you two in class, will I?”

Diamond put on her best puppy-dog face.

“But I wasn’t doing anything. This filly just started bullying me. Honest!” Diamond lied.

The stallion nodded.

“Ok ok. So now if you're done bullshitting me we have to get inside and get started.” He said, turning back into the building, but pausing, and facing the pair once more, “Oh, and I heard everything. I can tell you two know and hate each other. That’s just fine, ha ha…” He turned and stepped inside the station. “By the time we’re done here, you two will be in love, ha ha..

That’s a promise.”

Author's Note

Pretty sweet, huh?