Scootaloo raced to school in her signature scooter, kicking up dust as her wings worked as an engine. She careened over logs, ponies, and anything else that happened to be in her way. It didn't matter if she could fly or not, when she was on her scooter it felt like the wind was in her grasp. Her orange disheveled mane hung like usual on top of her orange head. Hey, perhaps she could even get her cutie mark with her scooter. Maybe...
The orange filly didn't get to finish her thought before she crashed into a big- well she didn't know what it was. She rubbed her head and shakily stood up. In front of her was a young colt. He had a once-tidy gray pelt with a layered blue and pale blue mane. His royal blue eyes looked slightly confused, like 'What the heck just hit me?' They were slightly crossed and were covered by a darker piece of blue hair that fell down over his face.
"Oh my gosh! I'm so sorry!" Scootaloo said, helping the young colt to his hooves.
The colt shook his head and regained his senses. "It's okay, what did you hit me with anyways?"
Scootaloo's face felt hot and embarrassed, "uh, a scooter." She admitted, pointing to her sideways scooter.
The poor thing had taken a beating during the crash, as three out of four wheels were dented and one even fell off. The scooter itself, although looked fine from its side, was dented as well, from hitting a nearby rock. The new paint job was now completely wrecked, with brown corroding wood showing under the new cyan finish. Perhaps Scootaloo would invest in a new scooter.
"Oh in Celestia's name, I am so sorry!" The blue colt yelped after he seen the mess that was the orange pony's scooter.
He outstretched earlier hidden wings, revealing them. Scootaloo couldn't help but envy the Pegasus, his wings looked powerful and graceful, showing a reddish hue at the tips them. He wouldn't have trouble flying.
Scootaloo sighed, "it's okay, I wasn't looking." She said, feeling a pang of defeat.
She'd never fly, here stupid cropped wings were too 'weak' and 'useless'. But that would never stop her from trying. One day she was going to fly with Rainbow Dash. One day... A sudden grunt picked her up from her daydream, pushing her reluctantly into the real world.
"No it's not okay. I can fix it later, wanna fly to school with me? I'm new here so I don't know the way well, and it Looks like you need some company." The blue maned Pegasus asked sympathetically.
Scootaloo felt even more embarrassed and defeated, "no, sorry." She said sadly, giving her stupid wings a world-class-Scootaloo-styled death glare.
The colt sighed, "fine, walk?"
Scootaloo managed a forced smile, "okay, I guess."
As Scootaloo trotted into the schoolyard, her friends twitched their tails impatiently, "what took ya so long, Scootaloo? Yer usually here 'for me or Sweetie Bell." Applebloom asked.
Scootaloo tried to cover her frustration about her wrecked scooter.
"Sorry guys. I accidentally crashed my scooter and now it's wrecked." She sighed.
Applebloom's expression softened, knowing how important Scootaloo's precious scooter was to her.
"Sorry to hear that, Scootaloo. Hey, guess what? Me and Sweetie Bell found out what we were gonna do for our next crusader mission!" Applebloom grinned enthusiastically, basically hopping from hoof to hoof.
Scootaloo was still aching from their last 'mission'. They had decided on wrestling, and apparently, bucking trees all your life has some advantages.
"Yeah? Spit it out!" Scootaloo grinned.
"CUTIE MARK CRUSADER GIRLFRIENDS!" Applebloom shouted. About seven other fillies looked their way and kept walking, as this was a normal event.
Scootaloo nearly fainted, girlfriends?! Somepony was going to pay. Seriously though, she wasn't going to be no sap for some dumb cootie-ridden colt! No way she was going to say 'yes'. It didn't even matter if that was her cutie mark. - It'd be a dumb cutie mark anyways - well, sort of, but that wasn't the point.
"What?!" She screeched.
Yes, the bravest, most adventure-seeking filly in the well-known CMC was afraid of colts. No secret really. She hadn't thought of the other two wanting to have a very special somepony, well, maybe Sweetie Bell. But not Applebloom.
"Yeah! We're gonna find perfect matches for each other in recess today!" Sweetie Bell squeaked.
Scootaloo groaned; this was gonna be a long day.