It's been a little while since Scootaloo's parents came by. It's been even longer since she wrote anything in her diary.

Now that the move is over, she finally thinks to get her thoughts in order. Only, her diary isn't where she left it. Did she even pack it during the move? With everything going on, she can't quite remember.

To make matters worse, there's a new kid in town, and he's sleeping in her old room. And he's taking her place, kind of.

Now Scootaloo's going to have find a way to balance her already loaded responsibilities with searching for her diary without letting too many ponies know she even has one in the first place.

Preferably without getting into an accident in the process.