Sweetie made a face at the food on her tray. She missed her sisters cooking and normal food, not whatever was in front of her. She poked at it with her spork and sighed. Scootaloo sat next to her, eating.

"How on earth can you stomach this disgustingness?" Sweetie demanded. Scootaloo swallowed the food in her mouth.

"First off, I'm not entirely sure if disgustingness is a word. Secondly, if you try to not focus on the taste and think of other happy things, it doesn't taste as bad. But there's a downside."

"What's that?" Sweetie questioned as she poked the food on her lunch tray again.

"When you go to think about those happy thoughts again once you're out of this place, you'll never be able to think of them the same because of the food."

"Interesting approach," Sweetie mused as she forced herself to take a bite. "What do you think about?" Scootaloo gave a shrug.

"Remember the time me, you and Apple Bloom went to Equestria World and we went on that one ride and it got stuck up side down on the loop and Apple Bloom vomited on everyone below her repeatedly?" The girls shared a laugh.

"That was disgusting," Sweetie snorted.

"Just pray if it happens again, y'all ain't under me," Apple Bloom scoffed as she sat across from them with another girl. "I want y'all to meet someone, this is Screwball." The pink girl gave a shy wave.

"Hello," Sweetie said with a bright smile.

"Sup."

"Other than talking about me, what are y'all up?" Apple Bloom asked she bit into her breakfast.

"Currently debating on the quickest hypothetical way out of here," Scootaloo commented. "We have bribe the guards and my awesome idea of launching ourselves over the gate with a giant rubber band."

"Ah like the second one," Apple Bloom announced as Scootaloo shot Sweetie Belle a smug grin. "Just one question."

"What's that?"

"Where in tarnation are ya gonna get a giant rubber band that can shoot four girls outta juvie?" Scootaloo paused and rubbed her head.

"I didn't think about that," she admitted. "What do you mean, four girls?"

"Screwball. We're bringing her with us, duh."

"Oh, right," Scootaloo focused on the quiet pink girl eating. "Why are you in here?"

"I ran away from home and school repeatedly, ran from the police and committed thefts," she replied with a slur, idly spinning the propeller on her hat.

"Are you okay?" Sweetie asked. Screwball raised an eyebrow.

"Yeah, why?"

"You sound well uh a bit different," Scootaloo smacked her on the back of the head.

"Be nice," she hissed under her breath into Sweeties ear. Screwballs expression fell and she looked down. Apple Bloom gave Sweetie a dirty look.

"Sorry, that was rude of me. It won't happen again," she apologized.

"It's okay," Screwball mumbled. "I'm used to it."

"How long have you been here?" Scootaloo questioned.

"I come here off and on," Screwball sipped her water.

"And you haven't been arrested yet? How?" Sweetie asked in surprise. Screwball stared at her.

"I'm thirteen," she said calmly. "They don't arrest thirteen year olds often, if at all for stuff like this." She picked up her empty tray and waved shyly. "See you around, Apple Bloom."

"How did you meet her?" Scootaloo asked as she watched the girl set her tray down and leave the room.

"She's mah roommate, she's mainly quiet and just sits there, drawin," Apple Bloom said. "Sometimes she reads, she really likes to prank me. Ah ain't even sure how she gets half the supplies to do the pranks, the stuff she uses definitely ain't allowed in here."

"Maybe she has an underground criminal network and she's the boss," Scootaloo suggested.

"Ah'm sure that ain't it."

"Or maybe she is very talented at sneaking stuff in," Sweetie pointed out.

"Ah guess."

"We were worried your bunk buddy was a violent person, but she seems nice," Scootaloo commented.

"She's a nice gal. She's got what's it called where ya have hallucanations?"

"Hallucinations," Sweetie corrected. "And I think that's called schizophrenia, really messed up stuff."

"Yeah," Scootaloo piped in.

"Fascinating," Apple Bloom mumbled. "She ain't ever been violent with me, but when she gets one of her episodes she punches the wall hard as hell." Shouting made the three girls look up to a nearby table where a fist fight was happening. They nervously watched as the staff broke it up and forced the two girls out of the lunch room.

"That was brutal," Scootaloo commented as she pushed her empty tray away from her. "Looks like she has a broken nose."

"Thank God we haven't had that happen to us," Sweetie shivered.

"We just gotta stay to ourselves and stay quiet and we'll be golden," Apple Bloom said confidently. "It's only six months left of this, we will be fine."

"I hope so," Sweetie mumbled under her breath.

Scootaloo sighed as she walked down the hall to her and Sweeties room. She rubbed her knee and whimpered softly. She tried to keep the fact that she had to have a knee brace to walk comfortably. It irritated her to no end, but if it helped her run like she used to before, she was gonna handle it.

"Hey." She glanced up at a random girl with pigtails walking up to her.

"Uhm, hello?" She asked cautiously.

"I'll get to the point, you got a knee brace on and my friend wants it because her knee hurts. So give me it." Scootaloo snorted.

"Yeah, no. That ain't happening," she retorted. "How do you even know how I have one?"

"I'm not stupid, I can see it slightly pushing out against your pant leg, you're rubbing your leg." She pushed her to the ground and she yelped. "You're really not gonna give me it?"

"No."

"Fine, I'll buy one at commissary. You just put me back at least thirty to fifty dollars, asshole. Worthless cripple."

"Hey!" Sweetie Belle snapped as she stomped up. "Back the fuck off." She slapped her on the back off the head and she spun around, staring at her in shock. She quickly ran off around the corner. Sweetie stood of Scootaloo and held out her hand.

"Want a hand?" She offered. Scootaloo took it and Sweetie pulled her up.

"You didn't have to do that, I could have handled it," Scootaloo grumbled. Sweetie rolled her eyes.

"Sure you could," Sweetie said dryly. "I'd rather avoid you getting in a fight in general."

"So you'd rather make yourself a target then?" Scootaloo retorted and Sweetie paused.

"I didn't think of that," she admitted. "But friends stick up for friends so I'd do it again."

"Fair enough," Scootaloo admitted. She entered her room and threw herself onto her bunk. "This is so boring."

"Yep," Sweetie agreed, laying on her own bunk and putting her hands behind her head. "Wanna know what I just realized?"

"What's that?" Scootaloo asked as she traced her hand on the bunk.

"We're gonna miss the trip to camp everfree because of this," Sweetie grumbled.

"Ah shit. And the Friendship Games," Scootaloo sighed.

"Oh well, not like we were gonna win anyway," Sweetie replied bitterly.

"You never know. This year could be our chance to win," Scootaloo offered and Sweetie scoffed.

"You said that before."

"And?"

"And we lost. We always lose." Sweetie jumped off her bed and started pacing. "This is worse than the time Rarity grounded me. At least I had the park to go to."

"I remember that," Scootaloo recalled with a faint smile. "That was one of the first times I've seen you not wearing a dress or skirt because you wanted to use the swings and didn't want anyone seeing up your dress." Sweetie snorted.

"Well yeah, that isn't very ladylike," Sweetie pointed out.

"I guess, I've only worn a dress once in my life or so I think," Scootaloo rubbed her chin in thought.

"I know. I was the one who did your hair and makeup for the Fall Formal."

"You know, I've never seen you slap anyone. Just wait till Apple Bloom hears about this. Sweet, innocent little Sweetie Belle starting a fight," Scootaloo said with a smirk. She wasn't gonna admit it, but she was grateful for the help. Changed her perception of Sweetie Belle a bit.

"I didn't expect to slap her to be honest," Sweetie admitted. "It just sorta happened."

"That's how it sometimes goes," Scootaloo rolled her eyes.

"How do you think Apple Bloom is taking her break with Diamond?" Sweetie suddenly asked.

"I have no idea. You know that girl, she rarely talks about her feelings."

"Just like you," Sweetie pointed out.

"I do it sometimes. I don't like doing it but I do it," Scootaloo rolled her eyes. The door swung open and Night Glider walked in. She stopped at Scootaloos bed.

"Up." Scootaloo sighed and stood up. She held out her hands and Night Glider slapped cuffs on her. "Come with me."

"Good luck, Scoots," Sweetie smiled at her nervously. Night Glider placed a hand on Scootaloos shoulder and walked out the room down the hall.

"Where are we going?" Scootaloo asked, looking around.

"Misty Fly wants to see you." She pushed the door open and pointed to a seat across from the desk where a yellow women with blue hair was waiting.

"Sit," Misty Fly directed with a faint smile. Scootaloo sat down nervously and Misty nodded at Night Glider. "Thank you." The women left the room and shut the door. Misty focused her piercing green eyes on the younger girl and folded her arms on the desk.

"I'll cut to the chase, you're getting out because you helped the police end the account. Three months instead on the six months you three received."

"All of us?" Scootaloo asked in surprise.

"No. Just you. You leave next week, you're dismissed." Misty turned her attention to her computer and started typing. Scootaloo hesitantly got up and left the room. One thought was going through her head.

"Well, shit," she mumbled, voicing what she was thinking.

Author's Note

Originally,I was gonna have Cozy Glow instead of Screwball but I decided to go with a character nobody ever writes about some love.