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// Chapter 11 
// Story: The rainbow story 
// by The Two Writers 
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Chapter 11
You try to rub the sleep out of your eyes, but no matter what you do, you can't seem to wake up fully. “I need some coffee.”
“I could go for a cup,” Dash says through a yawn.
“I want some coffee!” Scootaloo exclaims excitedly. She was ridding her scooter next to you and Dash as you three walked through Ponyville.
“No, your too hyper as is,” you say. 
“Aww,” you hear Scootaloo say. You look around and see a coffee vendor, so you stroll up to him.
“Hey can I get two coffees, one with cream and sugar, one with sugar, lots of sugar, and a few juice boxes, please?” you ask. 
“Certainly,” the vendor man said, he disappeared for a minute and reappeared with two coffees and three juice boxes on a disposable tray. You pay and walk back to the girls.
“Cream and sugar for you,” you say as you hand Dash her coffee, “and juice for you,” you say as you hand Scootaloo one of the juice boxes.
“Oh! Thanks Sonic!” Scootaloo says excitedly taking the apple juice from you. You chuckle and take a sip of your coffee, the bitter taste almost masked by the sugar. Almost. You three start to walk again and after a few minutes Scootaloo was tugging at your sleeve. “Can I please have a small sip of your coffee?” she asked with puppy dog eyes.
My weakness! You think to yourself, you then get an idea: If Scootaloo sees how nasty tasting the coffee is, she will never ask for a cup again. With a fake sigh you hand her your drink. “Careful, it's hot.”
Scootaloo's eyes widened with glee and she took a sip. She instantly distorted her face and shoved your coffee into your hands, she drained her apple juice. “Gah! How can you drink that horrid stuff?” she asked when she could talk again. You and Dash just start to laugh.
“It's a required taste.”
“Whatever, lets get going!” Scootaloo said as she got back on her scooter and started to scoot towards the open grassy fields.
You arrive and you head under the shade of a tree. Ten feet away you could here Dash give instructions to Scootaloo. They both start with stretches, then push ups, next onto jogging in place, then practice flapping of the wings. After all of this, they are ready to truly practice. With some encouraging words, Scootaloo manages to hover a few feet off the ground, coming up to Dash's chin. Dash then starts to instruct Scootaloo on how to tilt her wings so that you can move and also still be in the air. Scootaloo tries this but immediately flies to the ground. You begin to laugh.
“Hey, don't laugh,” Scootaloo says.
“I'm not laughing at you, I’m laughing at Dash's teaching technique,” you say still laughing lightly.
“Whats wrong with my technique? That's how I was taught,” Dash says putting her hands on her hips.
“Yeah whats wrong with it?” Scootaloo said, mimicking Dash.
“I don't suppose anything is wrong with it, it's just not how I was taught, so it is automatically funny to me.”
“Oh? And you think you could teach Scootaloo how to fly better with how you were taught?”
“Positive.”
“Well then why don't you do it?”
“Because I was taught the same way birds are taught.”
“How to birds learn to fly?” Scootaloo asked excitedly.
“They push them off nest and the baby birds hope they can fly.” 
“Wait, you were pushed out of a tree?” Dash asked, clearly confused.
“Nope, I was pushed off my father's skyscraper, by my brother,” Dash looked concerned, yet she hid it well.
“What!?” Scootaloo yells.
“Yup, that's why I won't teach you how to fly. Though I can try to help you learn to fly, two teachers are better than one right?”
“Yay!” Scootaloo yelled as she jumped with joy. You have never taught anybody how to fly, so this is all new to you. However, you find that it is a lot easier to teach somebody through showing them. So for the next couple of hours you demonstrate to Scootaloo how to fly through moving your wings extremely slow, so she could understand what she was doing.
At first she couldn't get it right, but she slowly made progress; from falling directly to the ground, to slowly moving ahead a few inches then falling to the ground, to making it to a few feet and landing on the ground, very rough, but still better. It was getting when you decided to go out for dinner, you treat the girls to a nice large pizza.
“Thanks for taking me out today, Sonic,” Scootaloo said as she took a bite of her fourth slice of pizza.
“It was my pleasure, Scoots, anytime you feel like you need to hang out, call me up,” You tell Scootaloo, ruffling her hair. She squirms under your touch, but the smile of her face says that she liked it. You check your phone and notice the time. “Well, it's getting late, we should take you home.” You ask for a take out box and with the leftover pizza tucked under your arm you three take your leave. “So Scoots, where do you live?” 
“Well, I live...” Scootaloo started but her voice grew quieter till she was barely audible.
“What was that sweetheart?”
“I live at the...” again going very quiet.
“One more time? I couldn't quite hear you.”
“I said that I live in the... orphanage...” Scootaloo said, lowering her voice as her face started to turn red.
“Oh... well come on, we shouldn't keep your care taker waiting. I'm sure she is worried about you,” you say. Scootaloo looks a little less embarrassed, she seems to have thought she would be made fun of. The walk to the orphanage was a short one, Scootaloo seemed down about going back. The orphanage looked like an old western house, it was three stories high and had a large porch, which the caretaker was sitting in a rocking chair when you arrived. You walked with Scootaloo up to the porch and you introduce yourself to the caretaker.
“Hello ma'am, I’m Sonic Wave,” you say as you extend your hand.
“Ah! Little Scootaloo has told me much about you,” she said as she shook your hand. “My name is Lilly. It is a pleasure to meet you.”
“The pleasure is all mine, I’m sorry for keeping Scootaloo out so late.”
“Oh it is no problem, but I’m afraid that is her bed time as she has school in the morning,”	Lilly said as she started to go into the house, Scootaloo behind her.
“See you later Scoots,” you say as the door closes, she smiles and waves before the door fully closes. You and Dash start to walk away and towards Dash's home. Sooner than later you both are in front of Dash's front door, locked in a passionate kiss, you break the kiss and look into her eyes.
“Oh, before I forget, we are needed to move the clouds at noon, heavy, heavy rain is to be expected,” Dash says before leaving your arms and opening her door. “Good night,” she said before closing her door, leaving you all alone in the darkness. The door opens again and Dash takes the leftover pizza. “Mine,” she said before closing the door again. With a smile you fly back to your apartment, where you shower and go to bed.
Your back in the dark hallway. Again you run out the window, but this time you don't hesitate in preforming a sonic boom. You can see the post apocalyptic carnage that was Ponyville, but you fly past it, you don't stop. After what seems like forever you feel as though something is following you. You look behind you and sure enough, something is following you. Two things actually. A Scootaloo missing half her face and a Rainbow Dash missing her wings. You were still breaking the sound bearer but they are still behind you and catching up. As a last defense you dive straight down and turn just in time to avoid splattering on the ground, though you see the grotesque bald thing ahead of you and you run right into it's hand, which wakes you up.
Panting, breathing heavily, and sweating, you sit up and check your alarm clock. 11:42. It's going to be a long night.