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// The Cutie Mark Crusaders 
// Story: Happy Hearthswarming, Cmc 
// by Perry Pinkie Potter 
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 No character narrating this time. 

Applebloom and Scootaloo walked into the clubhouse, and gasped in surprise.

"What are you doing here?" They both squealed. 

Applebloom sighed. "Well, I was decorating the tree, and I found some ornaments. And... They were signed by my Mom and Dad."

Scootaloo shook her head. "I thought I was getting adopted, but they canceled last minute."

"Ouch." Applebloom sighed. "Forget mine. That's horrible."

"I'm sorry about... The ornaments." 

"Me too."

...

Nopony knows how it happened, but in the next minute, Applebloom and Scootaloo were sitting together, crying silently and staring at each other,  sympathetic.

"Why did they have to die?" 

"How could they abandon me?"

"Everypony else got to know them!"

"Everypony else got adopted!"

"They had to bring it up!"

"They gave me false hope!"

"I hate Hearthswarming!"

"I hate Hearthswarming!"

"DON'T HATE IT!"

Scootaloo and Applebloom turned to see Sweetie Belle standing there.

"S- Sweetie Belle. What are you doing here?" Scootaloo asked.

"Making sure your alright!" Sweetie Belle replied.

"Well thanks, but we're perfectly okay." Applebloom dismissed.

"No your not." Sweetie Belle cried. "Stop lying." 

Scootaloo glanced hopelessly at Applebloom. "She's right. There's no point."

Sweetie Belle smiled weakly. "Come to the party."

Applebloom shook her head. "We're not in the mood."

"I know, but-"

"I SAID WE'RE NOT IN THE MOOD!" Applebloom blasted. "You've got parents!"

Sweetie Belle cried harder, but defended herself.

"I might as well not! They never really liked me, you know. But I was stupid, I didn't realize. When they told me to spend time with Rarity, I was excited. But they never came back. I started to worry, and wrote them letters. I had to wait a year for any response. And you know what response I got back? "Shut up. We're not taking you back. Why should we?" They've been getting themselves drunk lately, trying to quit the habit. No family is EVER perfect. But this year, they say their better. If there's hope for my family, there's hope for your's too. I swear it. ... But please come to the party. You won't regret it."

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