
Concrete Angel
Her dreams give her wings and she flies to a place where she's loved.
Worthless. Good for nothing. Dumb. Stupid.
These words echoed in Scootaloo’s head as she walked to school, her lunch box hanging on a wingtip. Her best friends were laughing, comparing cutie marks. Scootaloo glanced at her flank, hoping that anything would appear in the span of ten seconds. Nothing.
Story 1 of the Cutie Mark Sadfics.

2358 words: Estimated 12 minutes to read
1 Chapter:
- Concrete Angel 2013-02-17 22:18:47 UTC2358