4 years before the audition
I woke up in the clubhouse, why I woke there you ask, it wasn't because we stayed the night out there, it was because I was an orphan and homeless. I sat up and stretched, I felt my back and wings pop a few times, I slept horribly that night, probably because of the rainstorm.
I looked out of the window, the sun was barely over the mountains next to Ponyville, I had to hurry up and pack away the sheets before anypony knew I was here. They'd ask why I wasn't at home, where my home was, and who my parents were.
The only problem was, I had no parents, I never did, maybe other than when i was born, but that was about it, everything I'd ever known was a Trottingham orphanage, right up until I ran away, the very dream I'd just had.
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I walked through the halls of the orphanage, it was about midnight, almost everypony else was asleep, except for me, my best friend Star, and one of the caretakers.
Star was a little colt, he had a black mane, a brown coat, and blue eyes, me and him had been wanting to leave for so long, but we put it off until we were both at least 6 and a half, and yesterday was six months before his birthday, so we set off that night. Our plan was simple, jump out of the first floor window and land on the old couch that had been thrown out by the orphanage.
"Star, this way." I whispered, we couldn't be caught, or we'd be beaten.
He followed me, we were on the bottom floor. The only problem with this plan was that the older caretaker's desks was on this floor, the very one that was still awake.
"Scoots....look." he pointed to the window, there was a note.
I pulled down the note, and read it silently,
You two little foals are about to be in a mess of trouble....
"Who's it from?" I asked, looking over at Star.
"Me..." The caretaker, Miss Gluck, said menacingly.
Star and I looked at each other, and then we ran, we an down the halls and up the stairs. We rammed and bucked through any obstacles, janitor carts, doors, anything.
"Plan B?" he asked me as we were running.
"Are you sure?" I asked, we both very well knew the risks.
Our Plan B was just a larger version of the last plan, we could either jump off the roof onto another, or aim for the couch at the bottom. The problem with the second option was that the building was seven stories tall.
"Let's go for the roof." I said as me and him made it to the rooftop.
Miss Gluck was right behind us, we were about to jump, we could hear her snarling.
"Jump!" I yelled as the two of us reached the edge.
"NO!" Miss Gluck yelled in anger.
We jumped, I looked over at Star, and he back at me, he had tears in his eyes, but I couldn't figure out why, until I noticed him dropping in altitude.
Star had missed the jumping point, he had jumped too early...so he ran out of speed to early.
"Scootaloo." he whispered.
"Star!" I yelled, and reached a hoof out for him.
He grabbed it, and it took us both down, I pulled him close to me, and we smashed through a window on the building beside us and rolled through the room.
"C'mon!" he limped a bit, but shook it off.
He opened the door to the hallway and we both ran out.
We ran and ran, right up to the outskirts of Trottingham, right up to the train station.
Star walked up to the booth, and tapped his hoof against the glass, an older pony sat up and looked down at him.
"Hello."
"Um yes," he started, "My mother is sick in Canterlot, and she sent me money to get on a train, so may I have two one way tickets?"
"Two?" he questioned.
"For me, and one for my sister." he gestured back at me, I tried to look sad, but I almost couldn't, I had escaped the orphanage.
"Alright, that'll be forty-two bits." he said plainly as he rang up two tickets.
"Okay." Star pulled out a small bag, in it was seventy six bits, all he had saved his entire life.
The man exchanged the money for the two tickets, "Next train leaves at about 1, you've got about thirty minutes." he laid back into his chair.
"Okay Scootaloo, we have thirty minutes." he said to me, looking me right in the eyes.
What should we do?" I asked, we'd escaped, that was as far as I'd planned, obviously he'd planned further.
"Just wait here, when the train comes, we'll go to Canterlot, then we'll plan more."
We sat there, looking up at the sky, all of Princess Celestia's beauty, stretched out over an endless expanse.
About ten minutes to one, the two of us stood near the tracks, from the distance, we could hear the train approaching the station.
"Scootaloo...." Star said, looking at me.
"What?" I asked him, he looked sad.
"We're almost free." he smiled, and a tear dropped from his eye.
That's when it hit me, we were co close to being free, being away from the orphanage, and we could live our own lives.
The train pulled into the station, and the doors opened. Out stepped a large stallion with a ticket punch and a small tie.
"Tickets?" he asked me, and I pointed to Star.
"Ah, two," he punched one, "One for you," he gave it to Star, "And one for you." he handed the final one to me.
We sat in the two seats farthest back from the front of the train, we wanted to see the city fall behind us.
As the train started to leave, the city of Trottingham started to shrink away behind us, the only things in front of us were an endless expanse of forest, and time. We set ourselves free, the train was completely past the end of the station and me and Star relaxed.
"Alright folks." the train intercom buzzed, "We have about seven hours until Canterlot, as always, the sleeper car is in back, you'll wake ten minutes before we reach Canterlot."
"Star?" I asked him, "Do you want to sleep?"
"Yeah," he yawned, "I'm really tired."
"Me too." We both made our way back to the sleeper car, the beds were lined up on either side, it was way more comfortable than the orphanage beds.
"Good night Star, I'm glad we made it." I said, my eyes closing.
"Night Scootaloo, me too."
I closed my eyes fully, and I fell into a world of dreams, amazing dreams of freedom, of peace, of amazement.
It seemed almost instantaneous that i closed my eyes and I opened them the next morning, Star was staring out the window, his eyes wide, "Scootaloo?" he said uneasily.
"What?" I asked, and I ran to the window.
We could see the station, and it was surrounded by flashing lights and the royal police, we were in trouble, big trouble.
"Star, we have to jump!" I yelled, we couldn't be captured, not when were this close.
"Are you sure?" he asked me, there was no other way.
"Yes." I said, closing my eyes.
We ran to the back door, and opened it, in front of us the tracks sped by, but to our side was a soft looking field, we had to land there.
"Jump right after me." he said, and checked over his shoulder at me.
"i will." I said, we had less than five minutes to jump, we had to go.
"GO!" he yelled, and he jumped off the side and flapped his wings quickly, sending him into the field. I followed suit, doing the same thing, I flapped them twice, and I landed about ten feet from him.
"Star, come on!" I yelled.
No response from Star.....
I ran over to him, but I was greeted by a horrible sight.
Star had hit a rock, he had landed wrong and hit a rock, and now....
Star was dead.
I felt tears coming to my eyes, a few landed on his coat, they shown against it, and then I ran, I ran as fast as I could, I ran into the woods, away from Star, away from the train, away from my past.
I wasn't free anymore, I was trapped, I had gotten my friend killed. I just ran until my legs collapsed from me crying, and I just laid there and cried next to a huge oak tree.
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Remembering that day made me cry every time, I can't remember how I got here, but I can remember the first day or two, they were almost as bad as the day Star had died, almost....nothing could make me more sad and depressed.
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Alright, Star dying is setting up a major plot , so don't hate for a depressed moment or two.