Story Notes:

Yep, this is the first chapter of my Scootaloo story. Hope you gusta.

    3:30 a.m.

    Sweet Apple Acres: Cutie Mark Crusaders Clubhouse.

    An orange filly awoke in a cold sweat, her purple mane was pasted to her face. Her eye’s we’re swollen an bloodshot from the crying she had done in her sleep. The clubhouse was empty save for the few furnishings and decorations inside. It was ordinary December night in Ponyville, cold and bitter. The clubhouse was well insulated but had no heat source, all she had to keep her warm were the few torn and dirty blankets draped around her. Comfort was minimal as she rested on the wooden floor.

    These past winter weeks had been worse than those of the autumn months, the cold nibbled at her sanity driving her into a deeper depression. It constantly reminded her of just how alone she truly was. “If only that day had never come.” she thought to her self. She thought back to that fateful week where her world had been torn completely apart.

~

    1 ½ years prior.

    Cloudsdale.

    “Scootaloo! It’s time to get up sweety.” Scoots mother Clear Skies called from the lower portion of their cloud apartment. The mare was like most Pegasus, sweet and caring. Not one to raise her voice in anger. Scootaloo was nearly her spitting image, save for the brighter coat and blue mane her mother wore.

    “Give her some more time Sky,” Scootaloo’s father Red Thunder spoke. “today should be pretty exhausting for her. After all, we’re gonna be giving her first flying lessons.” The grey Pegasus looked at his wife, ice grey eyes accented his coat which tended to give him a more stern than compassionate look, yet his dark red mane seemed to bring much unneeded attention.

    “I suppose your right dear, after all she’s gonna need all the rest she can get.” Clear Skies smiled thinking of the beautiful daughter they had brought into the world. “Do you think we’re doing this too soon? She’s still very young.”

    Scootaloo had heard everything her parents just said, she was so giddy sleep as virtually impossible now. She sprang from her Cumulus brand bed and bolted down the stairs to meet her parents endearing gaze. The smile on her face said everything, she was ready to learn.

    Somewhere around 20 minutes later the family arrived at the Cloudsdale main park. Scootaloo’s excitement was impossible to ignore as she bounced around flapping her tiny wings wildly. “What do I get to do first!” the orange filly pried excitedly.

    “The first thing you’re gonna do is stretch those wings a bit.” Red called to her. “unfold them like this an point them up as far as you can.” unfurling his wings as he spoke as to give an example of how to properly stretch. “Then give them a couple flaps to make sure they’re not stiff.” once again giving an example of the proper technique.

    Scoots followed his directions precisely, and was surprised as to how much better they felt. She giggle to herself and commenced to fluttering her small wings.

    “You catch on pretty quick, we should have this done in no time at all.” Clear Skies spoke as she watched her daughter succumb to the exercises so naturally.

    “Think so?” Scootaloo beamed “That would be totally awesome! I’ll be like the first in our neighborhood to fly!”

    “You just might.” Red smiled “Alright now if you’re good an stretched we can get started.”

    “Oh yeah, I’m definitely ready!” Scoots could hardly contain herself.

    Red smirked at the response “Well then lets get started watch how your mother takes off.” with that he gave Clear Skies a nod. She bolted forward and began flapping her wings simultaneously and with one quick jump was soaring above them. “The trick here is to wait until you feel a wind current, then you jump. Now why don’t you try it.”

    Scootaloo took a deep breath then sped forward as fast as her little legs would take her, she methodically brought her wings up and down feeling the slight lift it gave her. Feeling a slight breeze she leaped upward, and came crashing back into the cloud floor. “Keep trying!” Red encouraged her. Scootaloo nodded and began her run once again, wings beating she kept her pace until she felt another gust, she jumped wings catching the slight breeze. She soared upward for what seemed like minutes to her. Yet in all reality was a mere second. Once again she crash landed, her immature wings were not strong enough to keep her a flight.

    “COME ON!” Scootaloo yelled to herself.

    Thunder and Sky ran toward her, unsure of whether or not they should continue. Scootaloo paid no mind and took off yet again, another leap and another second of air time was all she could achieve.

    “I don’t know honey, I think she’s still too young.” Clear Skies looked at Red who merely nodded his head. “Scootaloo! Come on back, I think that’s enough for now.”

    Ignoring her parents she attempted the feat once more, still only able to achieve very little flight. “I never thought it would be this hard.” Scoot moped. She turned back to her parents who gave a look of appreciation mixed with concern.

    “Hey don’t give up, your wings just aren’t strong enough, give it some more time and I’m sure you’ll get it.” Clear Skies nuzzled her “Come on lets head back home.”

~

    Monday 9:00 a.m.

    Cloudsdale Elementary

    At the time Scootaloo only had one friend, Mustang was his name, he had a grey coat and a short green mane with silver eyes. Far from shy he was considered the class clown, yet had very little friends. “Ey Scoots! Hows it hangin’?” He called to his best friend as she entered the gate leading into the schoolhouse.

    “HI!” She beamed when she saw her one friend.

    “Do anything fun over the weekend?”

    “Kinda, my parents gave me some flying lessons…” Scootaloo blushed remembering how things went.

    “No way! Was it fun? How did you do?” Mustang started belting her with one question after the other.

    “Not so good… My wings aren’t ready yet” She moped.

    “Hey atleast yours are normal!” He smirked “Have you SEEN how big mine are?” He unfurled them making Scootaloo giggle, the sight made him look like a fly with a toothpick on it’s back.

    “Yeah, I’ve seen them before Stang. But that just means you’ll be a strong flier, I don’t even know IF I’ll be able to fly.”

    “Oh please, you’re just saying that.”

    “Maybe… Hey what did you do over the weekend?”

    “Same thing as usual…” He looked down with a saddened expression. Which caused a look of concern to make it’s way across Scootaloo’s face.

    “Hey, chin up. One day you won’t have to worry about him and we can live together.” She attempted a reassuring smile, it had some affect but not much. He could only agree with her.

    “I know…”

    The schoolhouse bell rang beckoning all the foals inside.

    “Well time to go.” Scootaloo nudged Mustang toward the school.

    “I’ll race you to class.” He smirked and bolted off leaving Scoots behind.

    “Hey wait up!” With that she dashed after her friend giggling as they tumbled through the door into their home room.

    “Too your seats you two.” Their teacher Ms. Wormapple glanced over at the two sternly “Move it!”

    “Yes ma’am.” the two spoke in unison causing a giggle to escape from the duo. They trotted to their respective seats right next to each other, shooting one another mischievous grins.

    “Hey Scoots, how do we mess with her today?” Mustang whispered.

    “I don’t know, I’m plum out of ideas. I used them all up last week.”

    “Shoot…” The two sat pondering how best to get on their teachers nerve that day, there were so many possibilities but not all could be done.

    “I know! We’ll pull a classic!” Scootaloo grinned, rummaging through her desk she found it. A simple tack. “Go distract her, and I’ll put it on her chair.” Mustang grinned, saluted and trotted over to his teacher.

    “Ms. Wormapple, I got a question.”

    “What is it now?” She sighed and stood up. Mustang walked over to a map displayed on the wall.

    “What’s this town called?”

    “Stalliongrad…”

    “And this one?”

    “Ponyville…” Scootaloo took this time to sneak over to the desk and place the tack on her chair. Slinking back to her spot she coughed letting Mustang know the trap was set.

    “Thank you Ms. Wormapple, I couldn’t read them very well.” The mare simply huffed and traipsed back to her seat. Not a second later did she sit down. She yelped eyes as big as dinner plates. Fury burning in her eyes she looked over the room of snickering foals.

    “Which one of you little shits did that?!” The room fell silent, none of the foals had heard a teacher use such foul language. Then all the foals except Mustang pointed at Scootaloo. “I should have known…”

    “I know, I know. To the principals office.” her head hung low as she slowly walked out of the room and down the hall to meet her fate.

Chapter End Notes:

A short intro chapter, I know. Hope it suffices though. Next Chapter: You Big Bully Estimated time remaining: 13 Minutes