A young filly raced through Cloudsdale, huffing and puffing from the task. She skidded around a corner and found herself at a dead end. With the sounds of hooves approaching, she had no choice but to hide herself in the nearest dumpster. The smell was nearly unbearable, but it was better than what she knew was coming for her.
Moments later, she could hear an angry voice she knew all too well yelling "Hey! You better come on out from where you're hiding or it'll be a whole lot worse for you!" For the briefest of moments, she actually considered leaving her putrid hiding place to take the beating she knew was coming. Quickly she shook the thought from her mind, knowing it was ridiculous.
Another voice piped up with a very quiet "Clyde, what if she isn't in this alleyway? She might have ran into some shop along the way and we honestly wouldn't know. It's not easy to determine where the person you're following went when they're so much faster than you are. Be-" The second voice's statement was abruptly cut off by a loud smack that caused him to slam into the small filly's hiding place.
"Who in the hell do you think you're talking to, dumbass? I know where the little bitch went! I would've been right on her ugly tail if you weren't so damn slow! You always hold me back because I can't leave you by yourself for two seconds without you getting yourself hurt. You know every time you go back hurt Ms. Blue thumps me a good one!" Clyde ground through gritted teeth, slightly pacing. He then looked up the sun and inhaled sharply. "Shit!" he yelled, "If we aren't back at the orphanage in twenty minutes Ms. Blue will send us to bed without supper!"
The amateur dumpster diver listened intently as she listened to the two colts bolt away. When it was safe, she climbed out of her hiding place and weighed her options. On one hoof, she could go back to the orphanage—or she could finally run away. If she went back to the orphanage she would certainly be sent to bed with no food, plus she would have to deal with the torture from Ms. Blue and Clyde. If she ran away, she would be on the streets until she found a place to stay. She thought for a while, until her growling stomach made the decision for her. She would never step hoof in that orphanage again.