Scootaloo looked up into the dark, smog-filled sky that had the occasional Rainbowbot officer searching for the weak. She thought about how she would have to find a job in order to get her cutie mark and discover her destiny. Because of her wing deformity caused by her mother's rampant alcoholism, she would not be able to join the other pegasi in sky clearing duty. Therefore, she would have to join the earth ponies in the textile mills. Oh well, she thought. At least I'll have Apple Bloom.
The textile mill had a horribly foreboding look about it. Had Scootaloo known what was going to take place, she would have thought even harder about entering. Upon her arrival, she was given an apron. As she passed the other workers, she noticed their depraved, malnourished faces. Is this really my destiny? she thought. Just then, she saw Apple Bloom. Apple Bloom looked at least twenty pounds lighter.
"What happened to you?" Scootaloo implored.
"This is my new life now. No more apple harvesting. My name seems pretty stupid now." Apple Bloom spat on the ground and rubbed it in with her hoof.
"Quiet down!" a loud and demanding voice boomed over the workers.
Scootaloo was astonished to see who the voice belonged to. Over their heads stood their once sweet and loving teacher, Cheerilee.
"Okay everypony, we have some new millies in here today. Therefore, we need to lay down the ground rules again." Scootaloo waited with anticipation as Cheerilee took a long pause.
"You eat when we say you can eat. Same with sleeping, bathing, and talking. " The new workers gasped in astonishment, while the more experienced workers continued to look apathetic.
"We have some textiles to make now. Chop chop, we're burning daylight!" Cheerilee roared. Scootaloo would never have been afraid of her before, but now she was very menacing.