The Life Of Scootaloo

Scootaloo's childhood was a time of discovery for her. She found her true family. She learned to overcome her fears, regain her confidence, and to end her long time depression.
Her life is filled with beautiful moments, horrible moments, all from which she learned from a great deal in the end.

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Chapter One · 20th Sep 2014 · 1,093 words
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Chapter Two · 27th Sep 2014 · 1,603 words
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Chapter Three · 14th Nov 2014 · 897 words
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Kenshinryuu

Kenshinryuu #1 · Sep 20th, 2014 · 2 · · Chapter One ·

Well, I'm already rooting for Scoot's sperm donor to get a beating from Rainbow and Luna since they're both characters in this fic

Manaphy

Manaphy #2 · Sep 23rd, 2014 · 1 · · Chapter One ·

The beginning is decent so far, but I can't really make an opinion of it until I've read more. It's a good start, so I'll be sure to check on it once it progresses more. Anyway, have an upvote from me for now, and I wish you luck on your future stories.

MythrilMoth

MythrilMoth #3 · Sep 23rd, 2014 · 5 · 4 · Chapter One ·

Scootaloo's childhood was a time of discovery for her.

Oh look, it's a coming out of the closet story!

She found her true family.

Down at Fraggle Rock!

She learned to overcome her fears, regain her confidence, and to end her long time depression.

That's called taking Xanax.

Her life is filled with beautiful moments, horrible moments, all from which she learned from a great deal in the end.

Basically her life is a Very Special Episode of Blossom.

I am Scootaloo. I live like a normal filly.

That's mostly because I'm a normal filly.

Well, in the eyes of normal ponies, that is.

In the eyes of Derpy, I'm Stretch Armstrong!

But the truth is, I don't feel exactly happy.

I feel inexactly happy. It can't be measured on a scientific scale.

I go home, in the dark, feeling the wet ground on my hooves, going through streets and narrow alleys.

Neath the halo of a streetlamp, I turned my collar to the cold and damp...

Why do I have to put up walking through the alleys to get to my house? Well you see now it’s become everyday life for me.

Because the contractors who built our house put the front door on the wrong side.

You got to be tough. You got to be tough.

You've gotta have the eye of the tiger.

I stumbled upon a trash can, and fall onto the ground. Well, shoot. I have a little blood coming out of my lip. I slowly get up.

I wipe the blood from my lip. I keep walking home. I wonder why I'm narrating my day in short, stilted sentences. Am I trying to get my cutie mark in noir?

If I hadn’t stayed too long with Sweetie Belle, in her usual expeditions around Ponyville, I wouldn’t have to be in this much pain.

Somepony really needs to do something about Sweetie Belle's habit of randomly setting things on fire.

I just prance along just acting like I wasn’t afraid, but the gangs are usually up at this time of night.

No they're not.

I look up at the night sky, the moon shining brightly, and the cool breeze.

I can look at the breeze 'cuz I'm a pegasus. Pegasi can look at breezes. Cuz we're pegasi. Pegasi are cool.

I long to be able to fly up there, where it would be a little safe.

Except for thunderstorms, downdrafts, the jet stream, Derpy...

To be able to fly through the deep blue sky, and maybe I would be able to relax more. If I could fly.

I want to get away...I wanna fly away... yeah, yeah, yeah...

I am a disabled filly by the way.

Just so you know. And stuff.

To let you know, I can’t fly!

Just so you know. By the way.

I’ve tried to push my wings up so I could fly, but I could only go for a few inches of the ground.

That is to say, I can hover. Just so you know. By the way.

I am the so called handicap to flying.

Yes, when pegasi can't fly, they say they have Scootalitis. Just so you know. By the way.

It’s not fun to break your leg, right?

But it's lots of fun to break your leg, left!

You just sit there watching people do things that you wish you could do!

Like watch TV...play video games...text...

To always want to be like others, but your leg does not work, and you can barely lift it.

DO YOU LIFT? no i don't DO YOU LIFT? no i don't DO YOU no i DO YOU no i DO YOU no i NO no NO no NO no NO! Oh mama mia mama mama, MAMA MIA I DON'T LIFT!

I can't fly and it makes me feel useless.

I have friends and amazing surrogate big sister and awesome adventures, but I still feel useless! PITY MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

It makes me feel ashamed to call myself a pegasus

That's why I call myself a chicken instead!

My parents are earth ponies, and I inherited my wings from my fifth cousin twice removed.

That's what we tell everyone, anyway. Kinda like that BS the Cakes spew about the twins...

Yup, pretty bad isn't it? Well, you may be thinking to yourself. Heck with it, you can at least walk, you silly filly! It's not the worst thing in the world to ever happened to a pony, you could've lost your mind and be crazy, be thankful!

Actually, I wasn't thinking any of that. I was thinking about chocolate eclairs.

But it just feels depressing losing something that could be your talent, losing something is hard, not being true to what I want to do is not fun. It’s humiliating .

I tried so hard, and got so far, but in the end, it doesn't even matter! I had to fall, to lose it all, and in the end, it doesn't even matter!

I can’t lift my wings of the earth,

"Wings of the earth, fly to the sky! ...oh wait, they can only fly to the dirt? Well that's dumb."

Having some pony do something kind to you, to spend their time teaching you something she knows, like teaching me how to fly and then Rainbow will discover that I can’t do it, cause I'm disabled! I can’t tell Rainbow that!

She'll UNDERSTAND! And then she'll COMFORT me! And tell me it'll be okay! And I wanna be MISERABLE and ANGSTY and paint myself BLACK and blare LINKIN PARK!

Maybe, I am complaining, maybe, I should be feeling good that I haven’t died by now. But sometimes, I do feel like dying.

Basically I'm saying my life sucks and you should pity me. Just so you know.

I miss my scooter though. I forgot it at school, I could’ve gotten home faster if I had it. I remember why I love to drive my scooter. I love my scooter because of the feeling of happiness that I feel while I drive, that makes me feel like I’m alive, and I long for the feeling always.

BOOOOOORN TO BE MIIIIIIIIIIIILD...

Driving a scooter, actually feels like flying if you think about it, it kind of makes you feel like your in the air

Especially when you're going way too fast and you hit a rock.

The feeling of freedom that I don’t have to always rely on someone, is nice.

Because having gimp wings means I have no freedom. Even though I have four perfectly good legs. By the way. Just so you know.

Sometimes I drive through nature, going to see the mountains, and the forests, and seeing the long meadows of flowers and grass. To smell the wet dew, and to smell the fresh mud. Or to feel the raindrops on my mane. To drive at the mountains and feel the big space of freedom, is beautiful, it is a feeling of life.

I ride my scooter around Ponyville a lot. By the way. Just so you know.

But, no, walking in a dark alley is not the same thing.

By the way. Just so you know.

I walk through a narrow path between two buildings on each side and I am going through them, I look at the tall buildings like they were trapping me in their large hands,

Somehow or another, I've found the only two three-story buildings in Ponyville to live by. By the way. Just so you know.

I pass slowly through the two buildings, where I go through the dark night, finally finding a old house at the street. The neighborhood is silent, and peaceful.

AND THEN ZOMBIES!

The hut I lived in, looked okay, it was made out of wood, and had a few windows. And you could also smell the thick aroma of alcohol.

AND THEN ZOMBIES!

I was prepared. More than anything else. I knew that the feeling of pain would come sooner or later, as I opened the door to the hut, fearing of going in, but knowing that I had to face it sooner or later.

Zombies.

It pierced me, as I felt the empty glass bottle hit my cheek, and leave a enormous cut of blood. The blood pooled of my cheeks, like it was teardrops. I looked up.
There stood father, grinning that grin. The grin I hate.

He's been eating shit again.

Galaxy Knight

Galaxy Knight #4 · Sep 23rd, 2014 · · · Chapter One ·

This...isn't going to be fun. But you have me interested none the less, please continue.

Sprocket Jockey

Sprocket Jockey #5 · Sep 25th, 2014 · 1 · 3 · Chapter One ·

5042743 thank you. THANK YOUUUUUUUU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Belleinator

Belleinator #6 · Sep 25th, 2014 · · · Chapter One ·

Amazing, just amazing. I can't wait to read more.

Kenshinryuu

Kenshinryuu #7 · Sep 27th, 2014 · 2 · · Chapter Two ·

Yay Luna! I can totally see her coming back in the morning to buck Scoot's sperm donor in the face. I can't see her letting filly abuse go unpunished.

Spectrum16

Spectrum16 #8 · Sep 27th, 2014 · · 3 · Chapter Two ·

5042743 Someone gotta give you a comedy award A dislike? Seriously bronys its a comment section he's not making fun of it he is more or less making this more popular

Galaxy Knight

Galaxy Knight #9 · Sep 30th, 2014 · 4 · · Chapter Two ·

Damn it Luna, you need to learn to stop abducting children in the middle of the night.

Redfirefly8895

Redfirefly8895 #10 · Oct 2nd, 2014 · · · Chapter Two ·

5078313 omg lol! xD also awesome story and chapter! Keep it up!

Chase123

Chase123 #11 · Oct 2nd, 2014 · 2 · · Chapter Two ·

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Thanks..

What was the reason that made you really like it?
It would be nice to know how it was good, because I've been getting these dislikes and no one's telling me why!