diamond and silver are in for it, I must remember the popcorn.
anyone want any?

4788843 I totally agree with you on that one.

And yes, please. This should be quite the show.

Very good, very good :). So what's next?

4788843 I'll have some. This'll be fun to read.

4788843 Oooooooooohh They gonna get iiit
I've got the candy bars, anyone want to share?

Looks like because Sweetie Belle never got in trouble, she also never told her mom and dad that she was being bullied.

4791072 what kind?

4793772 oh all the kinds take your pick

Oh man I am loving this story! I can't wait to read more. I am craving to find where Sweetie and Scootaloo's relationship is taking them :)

4788843 I dont like pop-corn, plus I have braces. No thanks

4825651 ...gee, so how bout ice cream of any flavour?

4825664 Vanilla would be nice

4825688 sprinkles? Sauce? Anything extra?

4825885 No thank you.

acabo de encontrar este finc y en verdad me encanto

So I really can't wait to see what's next. This story also made me realize how my school life could've become this. To all those in the comments: i ran out of snacks, mind sharing some? Lol. But anyway I love this story so far.

really liking this story and good to see sweetie belle's mom being more understanding about the situation

Whens the next chapter coming out?

ZOMG THIS IS SO GOOD! I beg of you... please update! PLEASE UPDATE THIS SOON! AHHHHH

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By the end of the month...I hope.

Lately, I've been suffering all kinds of writer's block and distractions.

I feel Scootaloo might get pushed over the edge... again, and do something rather drastic. In other words: DT and SS better not mess with her...

I love this story so much. You have no idea. I love the way you really portrayed they're attitudes. You really captured thier characters for who they are. In my opinion anyway. I really feel like if Scootaloo was to fight someone where she wasn't on top beating the other person senseless, she'd be really kinda of timide because of the way her dad would beat up on her. Also because like Sweetie Belle said, she's not that tolerant of pain. This is more or less my little headconnon based off the story, so I don't really expect you to adress this matter all that much. One thing I would love to see though, is more of Rainbow Dash and Scootaloo. Weather it be Scootaloo herself, or Rarity, that tells Rainbow about her parents, I really feel like Rainbow Dash could play a role, small or big, on Scootaloo's recovery. Though I base most of that on Sweetie Belle. I all so think that Sweetie Belle's parents being calm and cool about Scootaloo's situations is awesome, and really shows how they truly care about her. Another thing, and do with this what you will, I'd really love to see a scene where Rainbow Dash is comforting Scoots. I honestly don't expect you to put this in your story, especially based off another persons idea, but if you can find a place somewhere in your fix for a scene like this, that would be absolutely fantastic. I'm just kinda talking about random stuff here, so I'm sorry this is so long. I talk a lot when I really like a story haha.... Anyway, all and all I love this story and can't wait for an update. I haven't been this excited for a fanfiction in while. Keep up the good work!!!!!

Sir/maam i wanted to see if u are having any luck ewith the next chaper

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Nope. I've been busy plotting several stories, and it doesn't help that I'm having a bit of writer's block with what should be an easy part of the damn chapter!

Also, the last time I checked, I am indeed a sir, and I prefer to be regarded as Marcibel, Marci, or the Great Gatsby.

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There's a reason why the characterization is good in this story: I practically grew up in Ponyville. I'm not talking about a town that inspired Ponyville, if one even did; rather I grew up in a town that deeply resembles Ponyville in size, posture, and even culture. I grew up in a small Mid-Western town, a whole one-hour car-ride away from the capital of Illinois, with jugalos, prigs, nerds, athletes, and so on (excluding myself, I have only met two other bronies that reside in my hometown, one of whom is one of my best friends and is the guy who introduced me to fanfiction) in terms of characters. We have our own version of the Apple family, who lives on the outskirts of town with three children (and the age difference amongst the three is exact with Big Macintosh, Applejack, and Apple Bloom). I knew a girl who was exactly like Rarity and is the reason why I just cannot stand her. I've known a dozen of Rainbow Dash's, all of whom want to stand tall and proud upon the peak of the pedestal, just like Dashie; I've known a set of twin girls who could be two Fluttershy's if her love for animals and her shyness were to be split apart; and I've definitely known Pinkie Pie, mainly because I was her in our little town (and the BronyLand Pony Personality Test agrees).

If you remember reading it in "Falling Strong" there's a dedication I wrote to a girl that inspired the story, going as follows:

To one of my best friends and the first (and probably only) girl I ever loved.

...which brings us to Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle. In terms of character, aside from the canon parts of their personalities, they are the opposing sides of the same coin, inspired by the aforementioned girl, who ultimately kept me from doing the same thing she had attempted (and subsequently failed, fortunately) to do. Scootaloo has her pain, her athleticism, and—yes—her knee-high socks; but Sweetie Belle, on the other hand, has her gorgeous smile, her brains, and her can-do attitude towards anyone other than herself. But it is only in fiction where these pieces are exaggerated, separated, and romantically involved.

In the next chapter I'm writing, you'll see that mainly because of Apple Bloom and Featherweight's relationship and Sweetie Belle's insistence, the girls' group grows into a gang of three girls and three boys. This is another thing that happened in real life, as has just about everything else I've written, based on real things. Ponyville High was my high school—we even had the goofy bald math teacher and "Coach P.", the loud, energetic science teacher.

But do remember—not just to you, but to all that actually take the time to read this monstrosity—that this is fiction, through and through, and though a large majority of it is based with the truth, this isn't real. It never happened. The truth may be stranger than fiction, but fiction is what sells.

And, on the subject of Rainbow Dash, she will play a certain role within this story, almost to the point where she is a main character. At least that's what I have planned; if she does cross that particular line, I will had her tag to the others.

One more thing, though, before this reply becomes something truly terrifying: while I absolutely adore a fan of my work, this isn't the best (nor is it the worst, mind you). I still have much to learn; and I often find myself reading old chapters and stories I've written and think, "What the hell was I thinking?!" while cringing at every bump or gagging on my words as they escape my lips. I am currently reading the hailed "classics" of fiction (something I encourage every writer to do, from casual fanfictioneers to those that pursue a profession of writing) and am improving and building upon my style page by page, hoping to one day write something truly great.

Also, if it weren't for ajvasquezbrony28 proofreading and pre-reading everything and pointing out my fiction faux pas, you wouldn't have said that. (700 words—apologies to all.)

5074068 Te way you constantly say that this isn't your best and how you can do better just proves what an amazing author you are. The way you can point out your mistakes and admit to needing to get better really shows maturity and ....good writing skills...? Anyway, I do think you're being a little to hard on yourself. Although it's good to get better and find your mistakes, I think you're putting yourself down to much. Putting yourself up is just as good as putting yourself down.

I love how you use real life experience in your story. It really helps it develop into something amazing.

I just really can't wait to keep reading. You keep me on the edge of my seat every time. I'm not here to rush you, so take all the time you need to write an amazing chapter. I will be waiting anxiously. :)

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Oh, I am most definitely not being hard on myself. This story is much, much better than a few of the other stories I've written ("Hotel Canterlot", "Splitting Up", and "Don't You Forget About Me"), and it isn't bad for my first attempt at a romance story. But there are still a few stories that will top mine any day, and I am by no means a professional author or even close to being one. This story's greatness, much like that of any other, is relative. For example, it is much longer and better written than "Perception" (of course, that could be my own biased opinion) and contains a few more bits of side story; and Apple Bloom doesn't die in mine. However, "Spellbound Fireflies" is so much better than "Always Worth Living," and is where I constantly found inspiration to write this story. So, see--relative.

Also, a healthy dose of realism and self-deprecation is the best thing for a writer, especially with the praise that I receive for this story, because one of the writer's deadly sins is pride; and I will lay down my pen the day that I will become too prideful for my own good.

As for a new chapter, I have finally broken through that unyielding brick wall known as "writer's block" (it was rather painful) and picked up right where I've left off, hoping to finish it by November.

mentally made a note do to anything that might upset Sweetie Belle…unless she wanted Momma Bear on her ass.

I think you mean "Not to do anything that might upset Sweetie Belle."
I don't think Scootaloo wants Mamma Bear on her ass.

The secretary was out to lunch; therefore, Cheerilee and Scootaloo were alone when they walked into the room. Cheerilee escorted Scootaloo to her office door and held it open for Scootaloo before she followed her in, closing the door behind her. Cheerilee’s office was much more compact than it probably should be. A couple of file cabinets were pressed against the wall behind the large, ornate, mahogany desk. Two chairs were positioned in front of the desk, the left of which Scootaloo took a seat in without an invitation. When their privacy was secured, Cheerilee relaxed visibly; stern and tough-fisted was not something she liked to be.

This is awesome