Her parents had died at a young age. She hardly remembered them, though she had one memory of sparkling purple eyes telling her 'I love you.' She treasured that memory. After their death she had simply drifted, until she was taken in by an older Ponyville couple. They were kind and loving but mostly left her to her own devices. She spent most of her time playing by herself on the scooter she`d bought when she`d managed to save up the bits. She was so proud of that scooter.
When she`d met Apple Bloom and Sweetie Belle and they formed the Cutie Mark Crusaders she`d been elated- she finally had friends.
Looking back, Scootaloo didn`t know how she hadn`t seen it coming. Had she stopped and really thought for once she was sure she would have realized. Then again, they say hindsight is always 20/20. She supposed she'd been blinded by happiness, the feeling of having friends, the feeling of belonging.
Sweetie Belle was the first to get her cutie mark. No pony had been surprised by the deep purple musical note gracing her flank, but they were happy for her, especially the Crusaders- one of their members had gotten her cutie mark! They must be doing something right!
That had been the beginning of the end.
The white unicorn had trailed after Scootaloo and Apple Bloom on their 'crusades' but her heart hadn't been in it. That should have set the warning bells in Scootaloo's head clanging, but the joy of having friends muffled them.
Apple Bloom's cutie mark appeared during the next zap apple harvest. She showed up to school grinning like a loon with the rainbow apple on her flank, leaving Scootaloo the only one of the Crusaders without her mark.
The yellow earth pony had stumbled around behind Scootaloo much as Sweetie Belle had months before. Eventually, though, the earth pony and unicorn just stopped showing up.
Scootaloo got her cutie mark eventually, and the three fillies already failing friendship crumbled with nothing to support it.
Their friendship had been based solely on their desire for their cutie marks- they had nothing else in common.
And Scootaloo sat with her little scooter- she was so proud of that scooter- in the disbanded Cutie Mark Crusaders' club house- the house had fallen into disrepair and ruin, much as it had been when Applejack it to them, in a cruel mockery of their friendship- and wished they had never gotten their cutie marks.
