Well, here you are. Grounded.
Grounded and suspended from school.
All of this because of that tiara wearing little punk called Diamond Tiara. More like Diamond Twit , you thought as you were mindlessly staring at the ceiling of your room, lying on your bed with a bored expression. She deserved what she got after insulting Scootaloo and her friends like that!
You clenched your covers in anger, feeling it still linger within your body. To make matters worse, your mother forbid you to leave the house or do anything fun and Miss Cheerilee was actually making you write a letter of apology to Diamond! An apology letter!
As annoyed as you may be with having to apologize to that little runt after what she called Scootaloo, you thought that something along the lines of;
'Diamond Twit, I'm sorry that you have no friends and therefor try to make others fall apart by picking on them mercilessly to no end and don't regret to inform you that you will spend your life very alone.
Yours not regretfully,
Cerulean Blaze'
Would be suitable to write as a letter of apology to that little gremlin after what she said, insulting many of your friends in the process.
In fact, you thought was a terrific idea and that you should just write that instead of a formal apology like Cheerilee requested you to write. Knowing that you wouldn't be able to return to school and hang out with your friends anytime soon did actually make you regret your move in the slightest sense.
In your case, your downside was not being able to talk with Scootaloo and her friends or Rumble and his friends. You frowned and threw your pillow across the room as your anger was released into the force of the throw before it hit the wall with a cloud-like 'fwomp' sound and crumpled to the floor, creased.
Picking yourself from your bed, you walked over and gave it a solid kick, taking out your inner frustrations and anger out on it. Momentarily, you sighed and looked out of the window of your room, leaning on the desk that sat in front of it, still holding your scooter parts and body.
The streets of Ponyville were pretty much bare, only a few residents of the town out and doing business. Today was the weekly market and in the background of it, you could see who you recognized as Applejack, Apple Bloom's big sister, selling apples along with an elderly pony with a wrinkled, green coat and grey-white mane that sparkled who had a cutie mark of an apple pie.
You frowned. Another disappointed and bored sigh exited through your nostrils and you sank onto your desk, gently nudging a scooter part or two in the process.
It was so boring when all the other colts and fillies were at school and you were the only one of the group aside from Diamond Tiara who was forced to stay home as punishment. With the pink goblin in mind, you growled in hate.
What you needed right now was something to take your mind of her. You weren't really in the mood to read or play a game or anything of the kind, so that left you with one thing: your scooter.
It wasn't just any ordinary scooter that a kid would own. This one was full of memories and it had a very exciting and interesting history. The model was a 'Skybolt A Series' - a scooter mainly designed for racing and stunt competitions. The brand may be a top of the line scooter, but what meant more to you was whose it used to be.
You originally got it from your father, given to you by your mother after the accident.
Getting a little emotional at the small memory, you wiped a single tear from your eye and rested your hoof upon its body. To you, this wasn't just a scooter or a toy, it was like an inanimate version of your father and that was the reason that you held it so close to your heart for.
Your father was the reason that this particular scooter had the reputation it did and as long as you had it by your side, you would always remember him and what he meant to you and your mother.
Looking it over, you knew it was scratched and a little dinged up but painting it over seemed kind of...wrong. Keeping it as it is, like a precious relic, seemed more respectful to you than going out of your way to paint it up and fix it.
With your knowledge and experience with assembling and disassembling a scooter, you put it all back together within minutes, inserting newly bought screws into their rightful slots and screwing them in tight and securely with a screwdriver, replacing all the rusted out and damaged screws as you did so.
With the handlebars slotted and screwed tightly in place, you connected the shaft that ran through and underneath the scooter to the wheels to allow for enabled steering.
You smiled at your work in admiration as you took the scooter in your hooves and hugged it as if it were a pony. When you pulled away and took another look at it, you jumped back in utter shock and made a surprised 'eep' sound at what you saw.
The scooter her taken the form of your orange pegasus friend, Scootaloo. She was staring right back at you and her lips were forming a smile as she looked at you with sparkling purple eyes that you adored. They melted your heart with their beauty along with the pretty appearance of her in the flesh.
''Hey, Blaze.'' She greeted, waving a hoof at you and you shakily gave one back, disbelief plastered on your face as to whether this was actually the real Scootaloo you were talking to through your mind or if you finally went crazy with thinking of her and made your inanimate scooter into a living figure of reality that you could make conversation with.
''S-S-Scootaloo?'' Is all you could utter, still shocked. She smiled and you stuttered slightly. You were actually talking to an apparition of her! How is that even possible? ''Wait...no,no! There is no way I'm talking to you right now! It's just my imagination because I was thinking about you!'' You immediately clamped your hooves over your mouth, eyes going small and a blush burned your cheeks.
The apparition didn't. She continued to smile. You guessed it was obvious that she couldn't blush since it was an emotionless apparition version of Scootaloo and if you said that to the real Scootaloo, she would most definitely have blushed a hot pink that could put Pinkie's colour to shame.
When you were about to apologize for accidentally saying that, she came up to you and pulled you into a hug. What was odd to you above all things other than the fact that it wasn't really her was the fact that you knew this wasn't her and that you could physically feel her around you!
Her mane brushed against your cheek and partially dangled in front of your nose, teasing it with that same shampoo scent that the real Scootaloo had in her mane and she even felt as soft as her real counterpart. When she pulled away, she held onto your shoulder with a hoof.
''Thank you, by the way.'' At your confused look, she continued. ''Y'know, for sticking up for me and my friends. No pony has ever done that. Well, maybe except for Rumble. Guy thinks I don't know he likes me.'' She giggled softly to herself, rolling her eyes.
Oh, so now she acts like Scootaloo and even thinks like her. This is really starting to creep me out... You thought before blinking and realizing that she wasn't there anymore.
Now being alone again, you felt disappointed and relieved at the same time, happy to see that there wasn't a duplicate of your flesh and blood friend standing with you in your room.
Ok, that was weird.
With your mind back in reality, you were focused back onto your scooter, trying to push the image of the fake Scootaloo from your head.