//------------------------------// // The Apple Family // Story: Letters to Rainbow Dash // by RainythePegasus_Archive //------------------------------// Scootaloo saw an apple tree and thought of the Apple family. They were so kind to her. She remembered meeting her at Diamond Tiara’s cuteceanera party. And the countless sleepovers she had at the barn.                                                  ~x~          She hated the orphanage. She could barely sleep at night with all the babies and younger filles crying for their mothers. The filles Scootaloo’s age running around chasing each other afraid to sleep due to nightmares. The older kids trying to plan an escape. Apple Bloom let her come over when ever she wanted. She loved sleepovers at the barn. The fresh smell of hay, the comfy blanket, apple Bloom’s warm body beside her. She didn’t like her or anything, she just always felt the need to have someone next to her while she sleeps. The Apple Family were good listeners. She felt she could talk to them about anything. So she did.  Big Mac, for being quiet, was good at giving advice. She remembered appearing at their door in tears one night. Apple Jack answered the door. “What’s wrong sugar cube?” “I-I hate life it’s awful. I want to leave.” Apple Jack looked at her, worried. “Come inside I'll make you some hot cocoa. We have apple pie if you want some. “ Scootaloo followed Apple Jack isnde, whiperming and sniffling.   “It'll be alright sugar cube. Don’t be thinking like that. We all need ya here.You're special to us all. You're needed in Equestria, you'll see. Maybe it’s hard right now, but soon, things will get better. Just keep holdin’ on“                 ~x~         She sighed. She missed her friends. But what can she do? She’s already half way there. (She was a very slow flyer and got tired easily, she decided to walk) she had an eda and took out a pen: Dear Rainbow Dash, I miss my friends, I miss you too. But I can’t go back. To many painful memories. But I can’t go back, I mustn't go back. I got to keep going. Love, Scootaloo