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// Chapter 2 
// Story: Never Leave You Hanging 
// by Shadow Star 
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	The wind blew back the whisps of purple mane that stuck out of her helmet as Scootaloo zipped her way back aross Ponyville, the old pair of goggles around her neck skittering and jumping in the invisble current. She whipped around a corner, nearly bowling over a pair of ponies, their yells barlely reaching her ears and she pressed on. Her eyes were watering now, she really should have put on the goggles. The goggles Dash had givin her. Her vission blured almost completly, she swerved around the vegtable cart by memorized instict only, speeding up untill she was a buzzing blur. Just like Rainbow Dash.  
No. Nothing like Rainbow Dash. Nothing like the famous wonderbolt with the prismatic mane. Nothing like the flier that had set and broken dozens of speed and flight records, not to mention saving all of Equestira on more then one occasion. Nothing like the pegasus that had taken a old mar's tale of a move not only made it reality but part of her normal flight routine. Nothing like her at all.  
A small sob escaped her throught, and she violently shook her head to clear her thoughts. Unfortualy she closed her eyes while doing so, and thus totally missed seeing the magenta mare with a grocery bags until it was far too late.

A small explosion of produce and paper filled Scootaloo's vision, before it was swollowed by the pavement jumping up to slap her. She felt the worn straps on the helmet bite into her jaw, and then they were gone, she more felt then knew it was her own hoof reaching up to catch the hemlet as it slipped before she slammed face first onto the paving stones. An explosion of color and darkness flashed across her vision, and for a breif second she swore she tasted the color blue, then reality snapped back into place and she was staring at the sky. She slowy picked herself up, checking herself to make sure nothing was broken,  she had a few scrapes and would probobly have some brusies. but she was used to it. She pulled the helmet off, and shook her head to clear it, and finally realized who she had plowed into.

"Sorry about that Mrs. Cheerilee. I... got distrated."
The magenta schoolmare looked back at her in surprise
"Scootaloo? I though you were going to see-"

"I was,  He told told me she was .. busy."
"You almost sound like you dont belive him!"
"Its been three days! And he says she's either too busy getting the house ready, or too tired from all the work! I just.. I just want to ask her why... why she stopped..."

She flet a hoof on her shoulder and fought the urge to shug it off
"Scoots, I know how much you looked up to her but, you know how busy she got! Odds are she barly had any free time at all! Once she has the foal and things settle down bit, she'll be able to have a normal life again. You just need to be pai-"

"IM SICK OF BEING PAITENT! Everypony used to tell me that! 'Just be paitant, you'll get your Cuite Mark.' , 'just be paitent you'll learn to fly.' I WAITED FOR FOUR BUCKING YEARS AND DONT HAVE ANYHING!!"