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// She ran 
// Story: She doesn't need me. 
// by Slick Dash 
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She ran, hard, and fast! Her wings fluttered at her side, and yet...nothing at all! No Pull underneath allowed her to soar higher! All she could do was run, run to that purple balloon in the distance that was nearly inflated! 

How could she leave without a goodbye? How could she leave without taking her too aswell? Sweetie Belle and Apple Bloom had long since fallen behind; they weren’t losing the closest they had to a family so they weren’t as desperate to get there in time! They still had their sisters! 

A blur of pink flashed by her eyes, no time to investigate! Got, to, keep, running! “Scootaloo?” A high pitched and sad sounding voice sounded out from behind. Ignore it! Keep running! The balloon was almost ready to leave! Unbelievably the voice catches up quickly. It’s Mrs. Pinkie Pie. Though the little filly was running as fast as she could, the random mare was able to keep up with impossible ease, her legs were a blur as she scuttled backwards so she could see the racing orange filly’s face. She looked sad, it mirrored the usually happy party ponies inner feelings it wasn’t often Pinkie felt so empty and depressed.

“Why you in such a hurry Scootaloo?” She asked, how was she able to be that sad, run that fast, BACKWARDS, and ask Scootaloo questions all at the same time? Scoot shook her head trying to shut out the strange older mare! Getting close now! “Come on Scoot! Tell me!” Maybe if she knew, then the pink pony may leave the filly alone! 

Scoot took her eyes off of the ever looming balloon, and looked up into the eyes of the fast travelling party pony. She spoke, even though she hadn’t meant it to sound so angry, she shouted as though Pinkie was to blame. “You know why! I’m trying to stop Rainbow Dash!” With that quick yell, Scootaloo bolted around the corner and off towards the town centre. The pink party pony stopped and watched the small purple mane’d filly as she darted away. She couldn’t help but hope; maybe Scoot would stop Dashie, maybe she could keep the racing Pegasus in Ponyville a little while longer... maybe.