Scootaloo's Wings ch 2
Although Scootaloo got teased for not being able to fly properly, her friends Apple Bloom and Sweetie Belle helped her out in dealing with the bullies. As she grew older though, the whole not being able to fly thing really got on her nerves.
"I would give ANYTHING to be able to fly." Scootaloo said one day, kicking the ground angrily. "It's not FAIR! I have wings but they're stunted and I can't do anything about it. It's just not FAIR!" she growled. Sweetie Belle threw a foreleg over her friend's shoulder. She didn't know what to say to comfort her, so she just leaned into her, her forehead buried in her friend's mane. Scootaloo sighed.
"I envy you, Sweetie Belle. I really do. You have everything I've ever wanted..a wonderful home and a family.."she explained, biting her lip. "I don't even know who my parents are. The only clue I have is this broken locket." she said, lifting it up. She'd looked at it a thousand times, always wondering who had the other half. If the pony with the other half would ever come back to claim her. Sweetie Belle just sighed.
"I know, Scoots..I know." she said, trying to comfort her. "Maybe your real parents will show up one day...you never know. It could happen."
Scootaloo wished it would happen soon. In another year or so, she'd be on her own. Graduated from the orphanage and hopefully living in a house or an apartment with Sweetie Belle and Apple Bloom the way they'd always hoped and wanted to ever since they were little.
"There you are, Scootaloo! Miss Merilee has been looking all over for you. You are SO gonna get it. You didn't clean your room like you were supposed to." said a young filly who just trotted up to them and butted in rudely. Scootaloo looked up and blinked.
"Oh hi Minty..yeah. I guess I was supposed to do that wasn't I?" she said, blushing and ducking her head. Sweetie Belle removed her foreleg from Scootaloo's shoulder.
"I guess I'll see you later." she said and she turned to leave. Scootaloo gave Minty a playful shove and they walked back to the orphanage together. Merrilee didn't look happy that Scootaloo had left her chores unfinished.
"Honestly, Scootaloo..one would think you were just a filly instead of a young mare. Now get up there and clean that room." Merrilee scolded her. Scootaloo trotted up the stairs to the room she shared with two other young mares-Razzledazzle and Lickety Split. Razz and Split weren't terribly messy, so most of the time if there was a mess it was Scootaloo's fault and they both felt she should do the majority of the cleaning up. Scootaloo had a hard time arguing with that logic.
As she gathered a bag full of trash to be taken out, Merrilee stopped her. "Here, take this out with it." she said, shoving a black garbage bag in Scootaloo's direction. Scootaloo grabbed it and dragged it out also. Just before she could throw it into the dumpster however, the bag split open, garbage falling everywhere.
Including an old letter, with a half a locket taped to it.
Scootaloo's eyes went wide. It looked like the other half of HER locket. When she pushed the two pieces together, they fit perfectly. She began to read the letter.
Dear Merilee,
This broken locket was found in the possession of a pegasus pony named Sky Dancer. The Applelanta Police department was investigating the murder-suicide of Sky Dancer and a male pony named Star Screamer. In a diary by her bed, Sky Dancer had left a note with this broken locket attached to it, stating that she wanted it returned to you, as your orphanage had taken in her infant daughter Scootaloo when she could no longer care for her some years earlier.
We regret to inform you of this information.
Sincerely,
Sgt. Gusty Windwillow
Applelanta Police Dept.
Scootaloo gulped. Murder-suicide? That was pretty serious. At the same time, her heart kind of shattered into a million pieces. She'd always dreamed of finding her birth mom when she was old enough, but now it seems like she'd never get the chance to meet her. She wondered if Star Screamer had been her father and what had led Sky Dancer to kill herself. Scootaloo shook her head sadly and tucked the letter and the broken locket into her saddlebags. After cleaning up the spilled trash, she went back up to her room and flung herself on the bed. There, she cried for what seemed like a very long time indeed.