Title:           Scooter (Oneshot)
Author:          Bolding
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First Edit:      Saturday 16th of March 2013 01:31:21 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Last edit on: Tuesday 23rd of September 2014 10:20:09 PM CDT

>You would pass by the schoolyard everyday on your way to the market and the same thing was always going on.
>A little filly would be sitting under the shade of a tree, watching the others play.
>She has an orange coat and a purple mane. Her color scheme looked like a PB&J sandwich.
>Each day you would pass by and notice her sitting there.
>She looked like a sad puppy. One look into her eyes could shatter your heart into pieces.
>This went on for weeks, each passing day causing you more grief.
>It was unbearable to see this.
>One sunny day, you stand beside her and kneel down to her level.
"Hey."
>She looks up at you, her face unchanged, not saying a word.
"What's your name?"
>Looking down at the ground, she begins to draw circles into the dirt with her hoof.
"You don't talk much, do you?"
>She lays her head down on the ground and totally disregards your existence.
"Why aren't you over there playing with the other fillies and colts?"
>You point towards the groups of laughing children.
>She turns her head away and stares at the tree's root.
>This is a lost cause, at least for now.
"Well, I can see you're a busy pony, so I'll let you be."
>Slowly, you begin to walk away.
>A small voice stops you in your tracks.
>"Wait a sec!"
>You turn around to see the filly looking at you with the saddest expression in her eyes.
>Crossing your legs, you take a seat next to her.
>"My name is Scootaloo. What's yours?"
"Anonymous, but you can just call me Anon for short," you say, cracking a smile.
>She looks up and smiles for the first time.
>You can feel your heart tug from the adorableness.
>God, did it hurt.
"How come you're not playing with the others?" you ask, pointing at the schoolyard again.
>Her smile fades, making you want to punch yourself in face for making such a stupid mistake.
>She lets out a disheartening sigh that could break down the toughest of men.
>"The others don't want to play with me because I'm broken."
>Broken?
"What do you mean 'broken'?"
>Tears start to swell in her eyes.
>Oh shit, look what you did!
>"I... can't... f-fly like the others."
>She begins to baww as the other small pony begin to take notice.
>You place your hand on her head and ruffle her mane a bit.
>She stops for a moment and looks at you, tears still flowing.
"Listen, just because you're different doesn't make you a freak or anything. Just look at me."
>You stand up, leaning up against the tree to demonstrate your height.
"I'm different and that doesn't stop me from hanging out with the ponies."
>She just looks down at the ground, still sobbing.
>"What good am I if I can't even fly? I'm just a sorry excuse for a pegasus."
>You lean down and rub your chin.
"Ah! I got an idea!"
>Quickly, you sprint off to your house, leaving the poor filly confused
>Grabbing the big duffel bag inside your closet, you head back to the lonely filly.
>She watches as you dig into the bag and pull out...
"A scooter!"
>She looks at it in awe, like a child who just received a gift.
>Which, in this case, was what was happening.
>You pull out the helmet and slap it on her head, making sure it was securely strapped on.
"I used to ride this thing when I was small. I did all kinds of tricks and stuff. You can pretty much fly with this thing!"
>Her eyes widen with excitement as she jumps into your arms, giving you a tight hug.
>"Thanks so much Anon! Hey, can you teach me how to do some tricks?"
>You give her a nod and head out to the street.
>Over the next few days, you teach her how to do some simple tricks.
>She eventually developed a way to use her wings to propel her faster.
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>A few weeks later, as you pass the schoolyard, something new catches your eyes.
>A couple of the other children are playing with Scootaloo.
>Her smile could melt an iceberg.
>She takes notice of your presence and gives you a wave.
>Waving back, you begin to head towards the market.
>It was best not to bother her and instead let her enjoy the company of her new friends.
>Maybe it was time you followed her example and found some friends of your own.