A Better Tomorrow

"Hey Scoots," Sweetie Belle said.

"Hey Sweetie Belle and Applebloom," I said back.

"How's it going?" Applebloom asked.

"It's going fine" I cheerfully replied, then asked. "So, what do we have planned for today?"

"Well today, we decided to have a night when we can just hang," Applebloom happily said. "I just feel tired and all trying to get our Cutie Marks. I mean, we just tried marathon running yesterday, and failed miserably. I just want to have a night where we can talk and watch the sun go down. It is sort of like Cutie Mark Cusaders' Fun Night. Is that alright with you? I mean, I was thinking that on Monday we could try skydiving, or try to fly through a hoop on fire. I think those might earn us our cutie marks."

"Sure, I am pretty tired too. School, getting our cutie marks, and life is just tiresome," I complained

"Ya. I spent yesterday till 3 in the morning with my sister teaching me about fabric. If my sister keeps on trying to teach me how to use her dumb fabric 1000 ways, I might go insane. I mean, I learned there are more than 100 different ways to do one type of pattern. Stupid fabric with its patterns and other stuff," Sweetie Belle exclaimed. After we laughed a bit, my friends and I made our way to the tree house.

There are the CMC tree house, we just talked. There were so many stories about what has been going on lately. I wanted to tell them that I was abandoned, but not about my medical condition. I just want to beak down, cry a lot, and have my friends to help me through all this. If they ask about my home, I will answer them honestly.

Applebloom began the stories with a Timberwolf infestation and how the Mane 6 dominated along with the rest of the Applebloom family. She had so many stories about Zap Apples, Sweet Apples, Sour Apples, and all kinds of Apples. We even talked about some adventures we went on. Sweetie Belle then had a fabric rant. She went on to tell us how annoying the fabric was and how there was no use to trying to learn how to sew, if doesn’t have the dexterity to sew. Than they got to me.

"So Scoots. Do you have any funny stories about your... Wait, has Scootaloo told us ANYTHING about her family?" Applebloom asked.

"No! She hasn't! Tell us about your awesome family Scoots!" exclaimed Sweetie Belle. Once she said that, my mouth got dry, my tongue started to swell up and my mind started to freak out. I stared to sweat a bit. I shortly calmed myself. It was no use trying to fight it anymore. All the pain, will have to be released soon enough. I didn’t want my friends to find out first about my medical condition. I could stall, but, I would just let it out now.

"Ya, tell us about your parents, or big sister. She probably is super cool." Applebloom spoke. My eyes watered and my face went downcast. A few tears hit the ground.

"Alright. I was trying to tell you this sooner, but I didn't know how you guys would react. I was going to tell you sooner, but the time was never right. I wish I told you sooner. "

Sweetie Belle started to tear up a bit, "Is everything at home alright?"

"NO! NOTHING AT HOME IS ALRIGHT!" I yelled, but then cried. All my emotions were going to spill out soon, and my friends were going to be there to witness it.

Applebloom put a hoof on my shoulder, "No need to cry. Can you please tell us what is going on. We are your friends. We will understand."

"Alright, I will. Basically, I have no home. I just woke up one day. I didn't know who I was. I don't know anything about my family," I started before I broke down and let all the emotions pour out of me. I don’t cry easily, but when I do, it is a lot.My friends gave me a huge hug and broke down too. We were huddled together. We were so sad but so happy that we were together. The tears continued for a good 30 minutes.

Applebloom first spoke, "If you ever need somewhere to stay. You can always stay at my house."

Sweetie Belle stuttered, "Y-y-yah-h. Y-y-y-yo-ou- can-n a-a-lwa-ay-y-y-s s-s-sta-ay at m-m-my-y pl-place."

I was still crying. They continued to stay by my side. I felt happy and sad at the same time. I didn't have to hide who I was anymore. I had a place where I could stay. It took me awhile to stop crying. These years of pain were all bottled up. They now were coming out, and would most likely continue for awhile.

After I stopped crying I said, "Thanks."

That afternoon, we talked and tried to stand clear of the topic of me being abandoned. We felt closer. All of us did. The sun started to set. We talked and even laughed together until the sun went down. Once the night hit, we felt tired. Tired from all the tears we shed, we slept on the floor. I finally got a night of peace.