A Streetmare Named Desire

It had been a month since the Royal Wedding of Shining Armor and Princess Cadence; and Scootaloo, along with the other two fillies that made up the Cutie Mark Crusaders had already resumed their lives of studying, fun, and cutie-mark crusading. And though the memory of her frivolous position as one of the flower girls had left her memory swiftly, something about the wedding had stuck with the orange-coated pegasus filly since then. The amount of media attention and bits that was put into holding that wedding was troubling to her. She hadn't even considered it before, but now she found herself thinking things; such as, 'Why did they get so much attention?', 'Why do the royals deserve a better, bigger wedding than the rest of us ponies? Why are Alicorns at a higher class than the regular pony? Because they have wings and a horn?'

And it didn't stop there either. No matter what, there always seemed to be a big event happening every so often in either Canterlot or Ponyville in which a lot of bits are being put into hosting. And since she has seen that none of the money goes to businesses in the towns that run the events, or to the ponies that work for the event. So it has to go somewhere, she thought.All of the royals and their associates seem to have an everlasting cash flow, even though they barely regulate trade and commerce. Nor do they draft many laws or collect a large amount of taxes. So there must be only one place that money must go. The money must go to the wallets of the Royals. Which is so uncool, she thought. Shouldn't the money go to ponies that are without a home or are starving someplace across Equestria? She knew the problem wasn't urgent, as there weren't many homeless ponies Ponyville, but that doesn't mean that the Royals couldn't solve the problem extremely easily.

Scootaloo had always had a suspicion of the wealthy while growing into a filly, as she grew up in a foster home in Cloudsdale, her mother dead from birth complications and her father from a flying accident. She didn't have much growing up, and din't really fit in with other ponies for her brashness. She was also rebellious, which is one of the reasons why she joined the cutie mark crusaders. She wanted to separate herself from the majority of ponies who already had their cutie marks because she knew that everypony with a cutie mark has signed their metaphorical conformation to be the way Society wanted them to behave. The very same society which led her to be bullied into switching schools and towns from Cloudsdale to Ponyville. The same society where shrewd business-ponies can rise to the top while the good, small business owners barely scrape by.

The same society where you get a mark on your flank that dictates what you will do for the rest of your life.In truth she still wanted her cutie mark to an unhealthy degree, but if she got it in something she didn't want to do, she knew that she would do something else to suit her liking, despite what most ponies would say otherwise. But these feelings would mean nothing for her without a source of inspiration. She wouldn't try to voice her complaints to the open public had it not been for that one colt who opened her eyes. She was on the other hoof, edging the borders of punk. She had recently become infatuated with the band Neighvana at her Ms, Cherilee's recommendation. Also she had dug up some old records at Twilight Sparkle's library of ponies who stood against injustice in the past and she wanted to be more like them. Yet... The colt that she didn't know she would meet the very next day would act as a catalyst to spark the reaction of punk inside the little filly. And unbeknownst to anypony, it would change her whole life.

The bell signaling for class to start clanged throughout the small wooden schoolhouse, beckoning the young, playing equines in from the schoolyard. It was a brisk Autumn morning in Ponyville, a meager two weeks after the annual school year started for fillies and colts. The routine was hard to get back into after a summer of fun, but most managed. Three particular friends by the names of Sweetie Belle, Applebloom, and Scootaloo had to hurry to school though, as they woke up late from a sleepover at Applebloom's farm.

"I told you that roosters aren't as reliable as alarm clocks!' Shouted Sweetie Belle, galloping alongside Applebloom and Scootaloo.

"How was ah supposed tah know Rooster Rick would take his vacation a week early?" Applebloom huffed out between breaths at the white unicorn.

"Oh i dunno, because you LIVE with him?" Scootaloo offered, rolling her eyes whilst speeding along.

Applebloom grumbled as the three sped through the schoolyard, kicking up dirt as they clopped on by. Sweetie Belle stuck her left front hoof in the way of the closing schoolroom door, belting "We're here!" with a voice crack as a confused Ms. Cherilee looked down at the disturbance.

She chuckled and pleasantly said, "Please take your seats girls." All three stuck their heads in the door in a vertical line and sighed with relief as they slowly trotted to their desks through the newly reopened door, winded by their efforts.

Ms. Cherilee also trotted to her desk and sat. "Today class, as you may have guessed, we have a new student! Would you like to come to the front of the class and tell us your name, please?" Ms. Cherilee asked.

Scootaloo heard a huff from the right of her and noticed a new colt, who was pushing his seat out and trotting to the front of the room. He was a pegasus with a dark gray coat, and a blue and black spiky mane, some strands of it falling in his face. She noticed he had his cutie mark already; a red circle with an A in the middle of it of the same color. She had seen the symbol in bathroom stalls before, but never paid much mind to it. She wondered what it signified as he faced the class with a look on his face of genuine indifference, as he cleared his voice.

"Sup, i'm Jaxx." he said with a gruff voice.

"Everypony, say hello to your new classmate, Jaxx!" Ms. Cherilee requested cheerily.

"Hello Jaxx," the class greeted in different tones, ranging from bored to cheery. All greeted but Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon who her checking their appearances in tiny make-up mirrors.

"Would you like to tell the class where you're from Jaxx?" Cherilee asked.

"Sure, I'm from Las Pegasus, the city of Angels. Any more questions?" Jaxx answered, blatantly adding a bit of malice with last comment.

Slightly miffed, Ms. Cherilee answered with a no, and informed Jaxx that he could take his seat again. To which, he sneered and cantered to his seat. Scootaloo looked to her left at Applebloom, both had their mouths agape in awe of the rudeness Jaxx was displaying. Scootaloo glared at the colt to her right. She reminded him of the extremely rude colts and fillies that tortured her in Cloudsdale. She told herself that she would NOT allow anyone to be treated the way she was treated before, even a teacher. She was fuming most of the class and did not pay attention much to the lessons of arithmetic or history. When the lunch bell rang, she broke from her stupor and walked with Applebloom and Sweetie Belle to their usual table to eat. The table was occupied however, by the now infamous (To Scootaloo at least) Jaxx, munching away at his lunch.

"Uhh...Maybe we should find another table," Sweetie Belle offered weakly, backing up.

"Ah like that idea," Applebloom agreed, nodding while looking over to gauge Scootaloo's response.

"No." Scootaloo said coldy and simply. "I am going to have a talk with this...this...Rudey-Mc-Rudepants!" She fumed out. She had been letting anger fester inside of her, which is not healthy, as that anger has to come out somewhere. In this case, it was directed right at Jaxx.