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// Chapter four 
// Story: The squirt I'll never forget. 
// by Lightning Splash 
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	Today was going to be a good day, Rainbow had decided. A great day. It was Sunday, the day of the race. When Rainbow had awoken she was pleasantly surprised to see Soarin's pale face. She had to be honest, Soarin' was a beautiful sleeper. She kissed him goodbye and flew to work. But she wasn't prepared for the events that happened that day, because little did she know, today wasn't going to be a good day at all: 
Rainbow set down her bags and hopped into her familiar, cushy chair. She still had autographs she had to finish from last night. Once she finished she rinsed her hooves of the ink. She walked outside and down the line of ponies.
"Alright! Today we're going to have our weekly race, are you ready?" Rainbow yelled.
"Yes maim!" Responded the group of ponies.
"Okay, if your wearing the numbers one through ten you are group one. Group one step forward." The ten ponies complied. "Alrighty then, let's start. On your mark. Get set....Wait for i-GO!" The ponies were startled but a couple knew what to expect. Those were wonderbolt material. She walked down the line and saw Scootaloo, who was wearing the number fifteen. "So, Scoots, your going to do the race.
"Yeah." She said shortly.
"Yeah? Nothing's bothering you?" Rainbow pressed.
"Nothing."
"Look, you got to tell me what's wrong. Not only am I you commander, who should know everything, but, I'm also your friend." A tear slid down Scootaloo's cheek.
'You wanna know what's wrong, 'Commander Dash'?" Scootaloo said loudly, turning towards Rainbow Dash with red eyes. Before she could say anything Spitfire interrupted.
"If you are wearing the numbers eleven through twenty you are group two. Group two step forward." Scootaloo started to walk away, but not before she said four words:
"Sweetie Belle has cancer."
"What?!" Rainbow yelled, in shock. She rushed to Scootaloo. "You have to sit out the race."
"No, I don't." Scootaloo said over Spitfire yelling.
"Yes you do, I'm your mentor!"
"I choose my life, Rainbow Dash!" 
"-Five, four, three,-"
"No, you can't Scootaloo!"
"-Two,-"
"Yes, I can!"
"-ONE!" Scootaloo took off. 
"No." Rainbow whispered. "No, dear Celestia, no." Scootaloo's flight patterns were going crazy, she was barely in her lane for one second. Rainbow shut her eyes every time she came close to the divider. "Don't do this, Scootaloo."
"Excuse me." A pony said behind her.
"Just a second." Rainbow said putting up a hoof.
"No really."
"No really you!" She responded annoyed. 
"But-"
"What do you want?" Rainbow turned to the pony, it was the same grey Pegasus who had given Scootaloo mail a couple of months ago.
"I think this is for her." She said referring to Scootaloo.
"Fine, whatever, I'll give it to her." Rainbow waved a hoof and turned back annoyed. Scootaloo's flying was getting even more crazy, even bumping the divider a few times. Finally she hit the divider for the last time, she hit it real hard. Her body tumbled of the track, she spun several times before hitting the hard ground. "Scootaloo!" Rainbow yelled. She rushed over to the limp body of her friend.
"What's that?" Scootaloo croaked, staring at the mail.
"It's just your mail, it's nothing. Are you alright? Somepony get an ambulance!" She called out.
"Will you just read it to me." Rainbow looked at her fallen friend with sad eyes.
"Anything: Dear Scootaloo, as you know, Sweetie Belle has cancer and had been taking chemo." Rainbow voice cracked as she spoke, but she continued on. "Today we gave her test, and it's good news: Sweetie Belle has been declared cancer free. She's alright. You don't need to worry anymore. Good luck, I know you can become a wonderbolt." Rainbow sobbed out. "Love, Rarity."
When Rainbow looked back up at Scootaloo, blood had drain from her face and nothing moved. Not one part of her body moved. She was gone.