Prompt #326-Confessions
Courage can be a funny thing, sometimes. Put Scootaloo on her favourite scooter, or give her a really cool idea for a cutie mark, and she’d leap into it wholeheartedly, risking injury without a second thought. This, though? This would take actual courage to do, and there wasn’t any possible risk of injury. Just talking to her two best friends in the whole world. The news itself had been sudden, and Scootaloo herself was still reeling from the possible implications of what this would mean for her friends. So here she waited in the Cutie Mark Crusaders’ clubhouse until her friends arrived. As was expected, Apple Bloom was the first one to arrive, followed a few minutes later by Sweetie Belle.
“So, girls, what are we going to do to get our cutie marks today?” began Apple Bloom.
“Before we begin,” began Scootaloo, lifting her head to look at her friends, “I’ve kinda got something to tell you girls. And it’s kinda important.” The young pegasus scuffed a hoof on the floor of the clubhouse nervously.
“Well, go ahead, Scoot,” encouraged Apple Bloom, ever the practical one.
“Yeah! Come on Scootaloo, what do you have to tell us?” added Sweetie Belle.
Scootaloo continued to swing her hoof nervously, and her eyes looked everywhere except at her two friends. “Well, I don’t know if I’m really supposed to tell anypony about this, but you two are cool in my book, so I think you should know.”
“Take your time, Scootaloo. We can wait.” Apple Bloom was being really helpful, but Scootaloo knew that once she spilled the news, nothing would be the same ever again.
“Well, you see, the thing is,” Scootaloo trailed off, as both Sweetie Belle and Apple Bloom looked at her expectantly. She eventually decided to just get it over with.
“I’ll never be able to fly,” she spat out, ignoring the slightly shocked faces of her friends, “The doc says there’s something wrong with my wings. They’ll grow to normal size, but they’ll never be able to carry my weight.” Scootaloo shut her eyes, and waited for the incoming supportive comments that she knew they didn’t really mean.
“Scootaloo...” whispered a voice, “Scootaloo...”
“Scootaloo!” the voice finally yelled, and Scootaloo’s eyes snapped open and she fell out of bed.
“Phew, just a nightmare,” she muttered to herself.
“Hurry up, Scootaloo!” called the voice. “We have your check up today!”
“Coming, mom!” Scootaloo looked back at her bed.
“I hope that nightmare doesn’t come true.”