Chapter 1: Why?
Scootaloo was happy that she was able to help her friends with the cheer for the Equestrian Games. She had a blast. She got off the train with Apple Bloom, Sweetie Belle and Rainbow Dash. She had spent the rest of the day in the Cutie Mark Crusaders clubhouse after getting her belongings from her old bedroom. The truth was, Scootaloo had nowhere to go. She was alone. An orphan pegasus. Heck, she didn't even know her parents at all! And only she knew that fact. Not even Rainbow Dash knew.
Scootaloo decided that she would stay here.... again. Most of the time, she had to look for a good place to stay; a dark ally way, the clubhouse, anywhere that would be good. She decided not to go back to her old house, since nopony used it anyways. So, Scootaloo hung out with her friends for the rest of the day, until it was dawn. Every pony went home, but Scootaloo went to the clubhouse to retrieve her belongings. She then hid in a bush until it was dark.
"Okay. I'm all clear!" Scootaloo whispered to herself before going into the clubhouse as quietly as possible. She left her belongings next to her, pulled out a pillow and sleeping bag before getting on the floor and curling up for a good night's rest. Scootaloo dreamed about many things that night; Rainbow Dash, her friends, having fun. It was all good until she thought of something that Diamond Tiara had said: 'a pegusus who can't even fly!' Those words echoed in Scootaloo's head for a while, which caused her to toss and turn. She eventually woke up and sighed sadly.
"Why?.... Why can't I fly?...." Scootaloo asked herself, feeling sad she couldn't do what other pegasus fillies could do. She hated it. She hated how she was the only filly would couldn't filly, and yet the one pegasus Scootaloo looked up to the most was the one who had done the legendary Sonic Rainboom. It was true, Rainbow Dash had said for her to just be herself, but how could she do that when all she could do was flutter? It wasn't fair!
Scootaloo thought hard about how she could fly. Anything to get her in the air! Luckily, she had a small notebook and pen with her that she brought from her old room. She started to write down many different ideas, starting with how to get into the air. Scootaloo plotted out in her head what to do... mainly activities on her own without Apple Bloom or Sweetie Belle knowing.
"First, I'll ride my scooter so I can go really fast, then use a hill as a ramp to get airborne! Also, safety pads might be a good idea if my plan doesn't work out..." Scootaloo told herself as she scribbled down her brainstorming thoughts. So far she had come up with a parachute, cannon -specifically Pinkie Pie's party cannon if she let her use it-, a fast go-cart .... if any existed... and of course, jumping off a building. Not exactly "safe" options for a filly to do, but she would take precautions before doing something dangerous. But it would be nice to see if she could get some form of lift.
Hopefully, this will work... it has to..." Scootaloo told herself sadly, hoping with all her heart that she would be able to fly. She wanted more than anything to fly. Just to get up into the clouds, that's all she wanted.
Scootaloo put the notebook and pen into her bag, before cuddling up in her sleeping bag. The weather was decent, but still cool enough for Scootaloo needing to get warm. She also found that by tucking her back legs close to her chest helped with the warmth. Scootaloo slept soundly, getting warm with every passing minute. Eventually, she drifted off into sleep.
Scootaloo woke up as she was still in her sleeping bag. She got up and went outside to find her scooter. The pegasus pony went to grab her helmet and pads from her bag, before setting off on her scooter. She wizzed by ponies snd buildings, trying to get as fast as possible. Soon, she used her wings to flutter and speed up as she accelarated. She was getting close to a hill. This was it! She flapped faster and faster until she was going as fast as she could! The wheels of the scooter hit the hill, sending her flying into the air. Scootaloo let go of the handlebars, feeling the wind go through her legs and hooves as she soared! It felt amazing! Suddenly, her feeling of glee and happiness turned into one of horror as she quickly approached the ground, the handlebars lowering, and getting out of her reach. Scootaloo quickly grabbed them, but was a second too slow...
"Ahhhhhh!" Scootaloo screamed as the scooter toppled, the metal handlebars hitting the ground along with her hooves, her helmet hitting the ground hard! Scootaloo was sent flying and toppling into the ground and air as she was sent foward with her scooter. Every impact felt like she was being hammered into the ground. The scooter cruising along with the filly as the metal parts hit her body. Poor Scootaloo was sent crashing seven or so times, batting her body until she collided with a tree.
"Owwwwww!" Scootaloo whined, feeling the pain coursing through her body, as if she had gotten beat up by some bully pony... or rather had a nasty fall. Scootaloo looked to the side behind her to see her scooter had taken a bad fall as well. The handlebar had come loose, the wheels spinning, and metal parts of the scooter -such as the neck going up to the handlebars- was crushed by the impacts. The filly fried to get up, only to feel every bone and muscle acing and feeling pain throughout her body. She was just glad her safety tools had done there job. But Scootaloo knew she would need help. She was badly hurt.
"Help! Somepony! Anypony?" Scootaloo cried out as a croud of ponies rushed over to see the injured pony, hoping they could help her. The last thing she heard was a familiar voice calling her name...
"Scootaloo..."
Scootaloo woke up with a jolt and screamed, hoping the accident was all a dream, thank goodness, it was. Scootaloo took deep breaths in and out, trying to calm down. Eventually, she did. Thinking about her nightmare, Scootaloo realized she hadn't thought about a save landing for her dangerous stunts. She then got out the notebook and pen again, and wrote down items like grass, hay, and other small items. Heck even pillows would work. Once she was done writing down ideas for her landings, she put the notebook and pen away again, then fell back to sleep. Luckily, her dreams this time were sweet.