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Step-Sisters

by Speedy Quill

Chapter 1: Scoot's Place

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Scootaloo rode her scooter through town as fast as her wings could propel her. She swerved around ponies as they went about their daily routine. Why couldn't they just clear a path for her? Didn't they know she had places to be?

By the time she was finished complaining to herself, Scootaloo had arrived at the Cutie Mark Crusaders clubhouse. She drifted around the tree and came to a stop at the bottom of the ramp.

She ran inside to find Sweetie Belle and Apple Bloom waiting. "Sorry I'm late guys. I was just...finishing the homework Miss Cherilee gave us yesterday."

Sweetie Belle smiled. "I finished that right after class. It was so easy."

Scoot shook her head as if annoyed, but inside she was letting out a sigh of relief for her friends believing the excuse.

Apple Bloom started jumping around the clubhouse. "What're we gonna do today?"

The morning went into overdrive as the daily crusading began. Today's agenda involved painting a masterpiece, walking a tight rope, firefighting, and winning a pie-eating contest.

Scootaloo was happy to get lost in the adventures of her life. The Crusaders helped her forget the less-lovable things in her world.

But that wasn't so today...

"Hey Scoot! Do you think we might find our special talents at your place?"

Scootaloo froze in horror. "What?!" She couldn't bring herself to look at her friends.

Sweetie Belle narrowed her eyes. "Actually, I don't think we've ever been to your home. Have we Apple Bloom?"

Apple Bloom shook her head. "Never." A smile formed on her face. "We should go!"

"NO!!"

Sweetie Belle and Apple Bloom stared at Scootaloo in surprise. Scoot tried to come up with an explanation, but her head was empty. What could she do?

"Why not, Scoot?"

"Uh...uh... My house is being cleaned?"

She did her best to smile. It was obvious that her friends didn't believe her. She could feel the sweat rolling down her face. No...not sweat. A...tear? Was she about to cry? She couldn't! Not in front of her friends!
It was too late though. The others had spotted the tear and were beginning to look concerned.

Apple Bloom stepped forward. "What's wrong?"

Scootaloo shook her head. Why was she crying? There was no reason to be crying. But that wasn't entirely true. Being forced to talk about home was bringing up the memory of that morning. The reason she'd been late to meeting her friends.

"I don't want to go back right now."

"Why not?"

"I...I broke something. An expensive something. I don't want to go back."

Sweetie Belle's eyes widened. "Are you running away?"

"No."

Apple Bloom thought for a moment. "Do yer parents know you broke it?"

That sent Scoot over the edge, the tears coming faster. She sat there, waiting for more questions. Instead she felt her friends embrace her.

"It's okay Scoot. We won't let anything happen to you."

Scootaloo couldn't hold it in anymore. She had held in the secret for long enough.

"I'm adopted."

She opened her eyes to see them staring at her in shock. She slowly nodded her head. "I'm adopted."

Apple Bloom hugged her again. "That's alright. It doesn't make us like you any less!"

Sweetie Belle smiled and joined the hug. "Of course not!"

Scootaloo shook her head and sniffled. "That's not the problem."

"Are you afraid your new parents won't like you anymore?"

"No!"

They backed away from her. Sweetie Belle let her head tilt to the side. "Who are they anyways? Who are your parents?"

Scoot hesitated. How could she tell them? How could she not? She took a deep breath. Another bought of crying was trying to break free. Scoot closed her eyes as the new tears came.

"My dad is Filthy Rich."

Apple Bloom's eyes widened. "But that's...that's..."

Scoot nodded. "Yeah."

Sweetie Belle gasped. "Diamond Tiara's your sister?!"

The tears came faster, but Scootaloo didn't care. That horrid filly was anything but her sister! And it was her fault she was crying!

Her fault....

Her fault...

Scootaloo was running towards the front door. She turned a corner and collided with a pedestal. Where had that come from? It hadn't been there yesterday.

CRASH

Scootaloo froze, looking at the broken item. She didn't know what it was, but it was new and probably expensive.

"No no no no no no no no no! This can't be happening. This can't be happening!!"

She shuffled the pieces together and looked around. Nopony in sight. That meant nopony knew it was broken... Should she hide it? No. It was new. It would be noticed too quickly. That left only one option. She'd have to fix it. But how?

Scoot checked the nearby rooms for anything to use. Her search turned up a roll of tape and some gum.

"Alright. Lets see if I can get my statue fixing cutie mark."

She didn't.

Scootaloo looked at the statue. Was this pony supposed to have three legs? And two tails? Scoot lowered her head.

"Great. Just great."

"What are you doing?"

Oh no!

Scoot turned to find Diamond Tiara gawking at the scene. "You broke Daddy's new statue!" A smile crept to her face. "You're so dead when he gets home! You'll be grounded for sure. Maybe he'll even throw you out finally!"

Scoot ran to the door and left the mansion. She hopped on her scooter and flapped her wings.

How could she have been so stupid? She had just broken yet another piece of art. What would her father say? She had promised him she'd be more careful. She'd said it would never happen again! She was dead. Worse than dead...

Scootaloo wiped away her tears. She felt so stupid right now. She'd been crying in front of her friends for pony's sake! And yet...they didn't care. They didn't hate her.

"You...you don't hate me."

Apple Bloom looked hurt. "Of course we don't! It's not yer fault you've got a prissy filly for a sister."

Sweetie Belle chimed in. "You're the one we like Scootaloo."

Scoot felt a smile creep onto her face. She sniffled for a moment before responding.

"You guys are the best."

Another group hug ensued. When they broke apart, Scoot wiped the last of her tears away and straightened up.

"So what's next on our list?"

Sweetie Belle put a hoof to her chin. "Hmm... We could try..." Her eyes brightened, but not in an epiphany way, a mischievous way. "Sister pranking."

The three fillies fell over laughing. What did a pranking cutie mark look like?

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