Beep Beep Beep!!! Scootaloo's alarm suddenly woke her up from a deep sleep.
"Oh my head," she moaned, "what happened?"
"Well, looks like you finally woke up. How's the hangover?" Rainbow Dash asked her daughter with a scowl on her face.
"Ha-hangover," gulped Scootaloo.
"I'm frankly surprised by you Scootaloo. I would have expected you would have better self control at a party that served alcoholic beverages. What shocked me the most is that you drank cider even after what happened to me," scolded Rainbow Dash.
"Mom, I'm sor-ow!"
"Go downstairs right now, take some aspirin, and get yourself to school," ordered Rainbow Dash, "even if you get sick at school, I expect you to stay there all day. You chose to drink, you chose to take the consequences. After school is over, I expect you to come straight home and clean the house. Your father and I will have a talk while you're in school and further decide your punishment," ordered Rainbow Dash.
"Yes mother. I really am sorry," said Scootaloo as she headed down stairs to get some aspirin. As Scootaloo woke up over a cup of coffee, a shocking realization hit her as her foggy brain cleared up. "Wait, I can't go to school," said Scootaloo panicking.
"And why is that?" asked Skeeter over his morning paper. "You still have to go. Going to Diamond Tiara's party was your idea. I didn't approve of your going to the party."
"Skeeter, I already apologized. But I can't go to school because there's a pony there that I really don't want to see today," explained Scootaloo frantically.
"Too bad," said Rainbow Dash coming up behind her daughter. "I don't want to hear one more complaint coming from you missy. You are already in deep trouble. I still need to contact Mr. and Mrs. Rich about their daughter's apparently unsupervised party. If I had any idea they were serving alcohol, well, I wouldn't have let you go. Now get your rear end to school before you're late."
Realizing that her parents wouldn't budge on her getting out of school, Scootaloo sighed with dejection and headed towards the door. "See you after school," she grumbled as she grabbed her Wonderbolt hoodie off a hook by the door.
Scootaloo quickly flew to school and made it in record time. The day passed uncomfortably slow and the never seemed to end. The persistent headache and groggy mind just proved that hangovers sucked.
Unfortunately, her favorite class, flying class, only met on Monday's, Wednesday's, and Friday's and today was Tuesday. Hopefully she would get a chance to talk to a certain somepony after school before she needed to go home.
Soaring through the hallways after the final bell rang, Scootaloo nearly plowed over Sweetie Bell, one of her best friend's that she hadn't seen all day due to their conflicting schedules.
"Scootaloo," called Sweetie Bell, causing Scootaloo to slow her speedy flight. "How was the party last night?"
"Um, I'll have to tell you about it later, I have something that I need to do. I'm really sorry Sweetie Bell!" Scootaloo called over her shoulder as she sped off.
"Oh, okay," said Sweetie Bell to Scootaloo's swiftly parting form.
Where is he? Scootaloo thought to herself as she zoomed through the hallways.
"Scootaloo, stop this instant," said a demanding voice behind her.
Oh no, not principle Mr. Stiff Parchment, thought Scootaloo, inwardly cringing.
Mr. Stiff Parchment was an extremely tall beige unicorn with a grey mane and tail and a piece of parchment and a quill as his cutie mark. Stiff Parchment was as stiff and strict as his namesake and cutie mark. If he so much as caught you trotting in the hallway, he would give you a demerit. And he had caught Scootaloo violently flying in the hallway.
"Miss Scootaloo, what exactly has you flying so recklessly in my hallways," asked Mr. Stiff, towering over the orange pegasus filly.
"I was looking for Mr. Kane, sir. I needed to speak to him about, uh, flying lessons," stuttered Scootaloo, quickly making up an excuse to see Mr. Kane.
"Oh, I didn't realize you were an overachiever Miss Scootaloo," said Mr. Stiff with a shocked expression. Relaxing a bit, he continued, "If you are looking for Mr. Kane, he is in room 153. Just next time you are looking for a teacher, please walk, there is no need to fly in the hallway. I will see you later Miss Scootaloo."
And with that, Mr. Stiff left Scootaloo to find Mr. Kane.
Phew, that was a close one, Scootaloo thought as she let out a relieved sight. Ow ow ow, I kinda forgot about the headache, remembered Scootaloo as she gingerly toucher her forehead. Even though she had taken aspirin early, plus thrown up between classes, she still had a headache. Now, off to room 153, Scootaloo thought, trying to ignore her growing headache.
Scootaloo found room 153 rather quickly but hesitated at the door, whatever happened next was sure to be embarrassing.
Bravely, Scootaloo opened the door and walked into an empty room, save for one pony who was writing on the chalkboard with his back to her.
"What can I do for you?" Mr. Kane asked in a tired voice, not even stopping his writing to turn around.
Not sure if she should call him Kane or Mr. Kane, Scootaloo just went with her gut instinct. "Um, Kane, we need to talk."
Jumping at his name, Mr. Kane whorled around to see Scootaloo. "Oh, uh, hello Scootaloo, I suspect your here about last night," he said sheepishly.
"Yeah, I just, I don't know how to begin," sighed Scootaloo. "I was really drunk last night and I apologize for everything that happened."
"No, it's not you who needs to apologize, it's me. I didn't realize that the party would include minors and I'm afraid I took advantage of the situation," Mr. Kane explained while rubbing the back of his head with one of his wings. "I was told it was a high class party for high class ponies. I didn't even stop to think that Diamond Tiara was the one throwing it."
"So I guess you didn't mean anything that you said about me either," said Scootaloo, looking down. "I knew it was all too good to be true."
"No, yes. Oh Scootaloo, this situation is extremely complicated. As your teacher, I'm required to be professional with my students and you are one of my students. As your friend though, well, I'm not allowed to be your friend at school. Maybe we could go talk somewhere else, maybe Sugarcube Corner?" Mr. Kane suggested.
"I can't," said Scootaloo sadly, "I'm grounded for I don't know how long and I have to go straight home to clean my house."
The door suddenly opening startled them both.
"Have you gotten those flying lessons planned yet Miss Scootaloo? School will be closing shortly to students not in detention," asked Mr. Stiff as he stepped in.
"Uh, yeah, flying lessons," stuttered Scootaloo.
"Yes Mr. Stiff," said Mr. Kane, taking over the situation. "Every Tuesday and Thursday after school from four thirty to five. Thank you for your concern sir."
"Okay, well, I'm glad to see you have that all worked out," said Mr. Stiff with a smile. "Let's go Scootaloo."
"Oh, I guess I'll see you after school on Thursday then?" Scootaloo looked at Mr. Kane questioningly.
"Yes, I'll see you after school on Thursday Scoootaloo," Mr. Kane confirmed. "I can answer all your questions then."
"Thanks," said Scootaloo, understanding what Mr. Kane meant.
After Mr. Stiff led Scootaloo out of the building, Scootaloo began her flight home. As she flew Scootaloo thought about what her parents had in store for her once she got home. Maybe they won't be to harsh, thought Scootaloo with a nervous giggle. Oh, who am I kidding. Mom is going to kill me.
As soon as she arrived home, Rainbow Dash met Scootaloo at the door. "How was your day," she asked with a smile.
Confused, Scootaloo replied the best way she could. "It was good. My flight teacher is going to give me flight lessons after school on Tuesday's and Thursday's from four thirty to five."
"Sound like you have a good flight future planned out," said Rainbow Dash approvingly. As the two sat down at the kitchen table, Rainbow Dash faced her daughter. "Scootaloo, your father and I have decided that you will be grounded for two weeks only. You must come directly home after school and you will not be able to hang out with any of your friends. You will only be able to do your flight lessons."
Shocked that her mom didn't ground her for life, Scootaloo just stared at her mom with her mouth flapping open and closed in an effort to talk.
"I know, you didn't expect us to be so easy on you. But so much more could have happened to you last night and your father and I are just glad that you are okay. We believe that the hangover you experienced was a lesson in and of itself," explained Rainbow Dash. "After you clean the house, you can call your friends for five minutes each and explain to them why you are grounded and won't be able to hang out with them. Understood?"
"Yes mother, I understand," Scootaloo said after she finally found her voice. As she went to leave the kitchen her mom's voice stopped her.
"Scootaloo, I love you so much and I don't want to see anything happen to you. You are so important to me. I wouldn't be able to stand if something were to happen."
"I love you too mother."
"I just want you to realize that your actions have consequences," Rainbow Dash said, coming up to her daughter.
"I know mom," Scootaloo said, giving her mom a big hug. "The never-ending hangover really taught me a lesson. I still have a headache.
"Now," she Rainbow Dash said, "Take some more aspirin. I believe you have a house to clean."