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// Prologue: Welcome to Ponyville 
// Story: Outcast 
// by RedScootaloo 
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Welcome to Ponyville.

The sign that seemed to welcome everyone. If you would walk down this path, you would immediately feel greeted by the warm colors in this town. If you'd continue your walk through the town, you would be surprised by the friendly way of everypony there. You'd immediately be greeted by complete strangers as if you were a good friend, you'd have a Pinkie-party, you'd be asked if you need something. You wouldn't want to leave this town ever again.

Who would have thought that Ponyville has it's dark sides, too?

Bullying in the school, a homeless filly that ran away from her friends and hometown, only to return little later, run-down storehouses with nopony to take care of, that where home to oh so many homeless people.

What if you could hear somepony shouting "Hey, fillyfooler! Yes, you! Freak. You should've stayed in Manehatten. Nopony wants you here."? What if you could hear hooves crashing down on a body at the same time? Does Ponyville still look that nice to you?

To me it doesn't.

My name is Scootaloo, and I am an outcast. I'm a fillyfooler, I'm a freak, I'm a runaway. Form your own opinion. Listen to my story.