It was my Eighteenth birthday. I was paying rent at my mom's. She announced that she was going on a vacation with Brandon to the Bahamas. She left the day before my birthday. As soon as she left, I ran out to the shed, and unlocked the door. Scootaloo was sleeping on the fold out couch, sprawled out on the pink bedsheet. I had gotten rid of the Cutie Mark Crusaders one for an obvious reason. She had finally run a brush through her mane, well more like held still enough for me to do it. It had been a month since I woke up with her at my feet. She still didn't speak. Scootaloo hadn't grown much, but she had grown.
She woke up, then stretched. "Good morning." I said. She looked at me with her lavender eyes, and tilted her head. I opened the door, and she trotted outside. She always played with her ball in the morning. I sat down on the hammock. I had constructed a hammock for her, but she still liked to sit in mine with me. She trotted up to the hammock, then dropped the ball on the ground like an obedient puppy. I promply picked it up and threw it. While it soared through the air, I looked at the surrounding trees. They were small like the one I strung the hammocks from. I got lost in thought. Scootaloo returned me from the thoughts as her stomach growled.
Since her first teeth grew in, she started eating salad. I had read My Little Dashie enough times to know basic care for a pony from another world. I treated her like my child, she treated me like her parent. I had started adressing her as Scootaloo. It would be best that she learns her name sooner. I had started taking photos, and scrapbooking. I celebrated her birthday as of the day she first appeared on the show, which was soon approaching. I had already gotten her a gift, She seemed to be drawing with the pens and paper in the shed, so I decided on buying her an art kit.
Scootaloo loved it. She couldn't get me anything for my birthday, but she made up for it by drawing a picture for me. When she presented it to me, I couldn't help but bring a tear of joy to my eye.
On the paper was a picure of my hammock inbetween the tree and the shed. On the hammock was a tan stick figure, with an orange and purple stick pegasus lying next to it. The whole thing was colored in a yellow tone, Im guessing that was supposed to be the sunset.
I took the paper inside, and thumb-tacked it to the wall. When Scootaloo wasn't playing with her ball, she was drawing. I spent most, wait, scratch that, ALL my time with Scootaloo. Except for when I was working. I made enough money to get her whatever she wanted. We had regular cable, I had it reverted so she wouldn't find out. She seemed to like Cartoon Network.
One day, my mom decided to move in with Brandon, and left the house with me. I had a god paying job. I could afford the house.
Scootaloo was sleeping in the hammock, So I decided to surprise her. I started moving her stuff into the house, We had soo much more room to live. I moved her into the room that was linked to mine. Her art went upstairs, Except for the picture she made me for my birthday. I got a lot of work done. She woke up when I was moving the last box. She gave me a puzzled look. She got off the hammock and followed me. The box went to her room. She looked around for a minute.
"We have the house. You get a real room now." I spoke in a happy tone. Scootaloo ran up to me and hugged my leg. "Thank you." she spoke. I almost passed out, she was talking! "I-I have been prac-practicing" she stuttered. I picked her up and squeezed her. "This is so great!" I said. I set her down. "What do you want for dinner?" I asked, opening the fridge. She pointed to one of the pre-made salads. We got our food and went downstairs to eat.