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1. Um...yes? *nervous squee*

2. Problem?

3. *KIND OF A SPOILER BUT NOT REALLY A SPOILER BECAUSE IT IS QUITE OBVIOUS SO YOU CAN READ IT IF YOU WANT AND ALSO I LIKE PUPPIES* Well, obviously they're gonna forgive her...

4. Well of course it isn't fair, but that's just the way I wrote the story.

5. Yep.

6. Well, you'll soon figure out. :P

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Chapter 9: Paper Balls

I lost my great, unending pride

I lost my faithful friends

It just feels like I'm swallowed up or pushed aside

I guess it's the inevitable end

I mean, nopony even cares

That little Scootaloo here

Is cold and hungry and scared

But really, I guess it's only fair

I yelled at everypony, I made them feel

Just like me

Cold and unreal

And now, I'm sitting under this old tree

All alone...and I deserve it

Tears soaked Scootaloo's cheeks as she said these words out loud to herself. Her eyes were red and puffy and wet with glistening tears. She was crouching low in the clearing with the tree, letting her tears slip into the damp ground.

The sun was just beginning to dip below the trees, the sky deepening to a majestic red tinged with yellow-orange and pink. Scootaloo paid no attention to the magnificent sunset and continued weeping uncontrollably. Finally, she collapsed onto the dirt. She sniffed, wiping a tear from her eye. "Look at me...I really am a loser," Scootaloo sighed.

Suddenly, something caught her eye. In the distance, was a blur of light pink, cream yellow and a flash of teal. Scootaloo immediately knew what those colors represented and at that moment, wanted nothing more than to curl up on her cozy couch, knowing everything would be all right, and drifting off to a long slumber. But then, something else caught her eye. Another flash of cream yellow and...light blue?

Scootaloo shook her head, all the drama that had once consumed her erased from her mind, and squinted into the distance again, but the flash of blue had already gone. She blinked curiously, wondering what could be going on.

All of a sudden, a tiny white blur whizzed past Scootaloo and landed next to her. Scootaloo whipped around to look at it, her eyes furrowed in confusion.

A...paper ball?...

Puzzled, Scootaloo snatched the rolled-up ball of paper. A sudden thought flickered in her mind. Open it up.

Without thinking, Scootaloo obeyed and unrolled the paper. As soon as she had one glance at the words written on the piece of paper, she turned as stiff as a stick.

"Hah, nice try, Loserloo. Did you really think you could steal my White Wind? He would never have wanted to be with a stupid little blank flank like you anyway. You're nothing but a mere loser with no brain and no cutie mark. Go back to the pony nursery, chicken."

Scootaloo's eyes watered, but she held back her tears, determined not to cry. Scootaloo glanced around, looking for the source of the paper that was in her hooves. Suddenly, about a dozen other paper balls landed in front of Scootaloo. Her purple eyes widened as she picked up the other paper balls and opened them up.

"Loser."

"Dumb blank flank."

"You're such an idiot, you know that?"

"You're just a CHICKEN."

"Loserloo: forever alone."

"Even Cheerilee hates you."

"Nobody likes you, loser."

Scootaloo was sobbing as she opened up all the papers and read them out loud.

"You're not a pony, you're a monster. Everypony thinks so now."

"Try to get White Wind now."

"No place to go now."

"I hope you get caught in the rain."

"Everypony would be better off without you. Even your little loser friends hate you."

Scootaloo finally broke down, letting her depression get the best of her. "I am a idiot, chicken, loser, blank flank, and monster that nopony likes and would be better off without..." she whispered to herself. "And I do deserve to get caught in the rain, too..."

As if on cue, the sky darkened and it suddenly began to rain very heavily. The raindrops slipped through the tree's shelter of leaves and poured down on Scootaloo.

Scootaloo did nothing but lay down on the damp soil. The dirt was beginning to form into mud, and the slippery mud felt disgusting as she sank down into the thick muddy mess. Her wet mane flopped as she lifted her head to glance around the wet clearing, her face showing no expression whatsoever.

Then she dropped her head onto her soaking wet hooves and slept there in the pouring rain.