Scootaloo and Murphy (part 1)
State of Lincoln
New Prescott (35 miles from the Reservation)
Pioneer Homesteads (Suburban Development)
6:30 AM
An obnoxious beeping of a digital alarm clock resting on a nightstand filled the room. After a few moments, an orange hoof stretched out from a solitary lump under the messy covers smacking the top of the clock. Once the annoying beeping had been halted the filly slowly sat up brushing her cerise mane from eyes. Licking her clips briefly she untangled herself from the sheets and slide off the side of the bed onto the wood tile floor. Once her footing was steady she made her way to the door, passing by a poster of the Blue Angels and some miscellaneous sports equipment that laid strewn about. Opening the door she trotted down the hallway to the bathroom, catching the faintest whiff of breakfast being cooked. Closing the bathroom door behind her she turned on the shower waiting for the water to heat up.
Scootaloo took a brief moment look up into the mirror seeing deep bags under her eyes. She looked a bit skinny as-well a sign of her weak appetite, her cheeks less full than when she lived in Ponyville. It vaguely reminded her of Granny Smith, mumbling to her self the filly stepped into the shower. Not bothering with taking time to enjoy the experience she lathered herself with the off-band shampoo before quickly rinsing. Reaching out she grasped a purple towel and roughly dry herself, once that was concluded she stepped out and ran the brush through her mane a few times until it was semi-presentable. The filly eventually made her way out of the bathroom turning further down the hallway reaching the kitchen. The smells of Eggo waffles and eggs filling her nose as she sat down at the table, watching the broad-shouldered man finish cooking.
“Morning mister Murphy,” Scootaloo said faintly while the man turned his head pushing up his glasses.
“Morning Scoot, sleep well?” He asked as he set the peanut butter smeared waffles down in front of her with a bottle of syrup. “Eggs will be ready in a moment.”
Seeing him go back to the stove the filly picked at her waffles eating slowly. “I guess so...” She mumbled.
The man frowned but didn’t push further, setting some scrambled eggs on a plate and setting it near her. Along with the customary bottle of Heinz ketchup. “Try to eat some eggs, you need the protein.”
“Alright.” She bit into the scramble chewing slowly before swallowing.
“Oh, I saw the career day flyer in your bag, do you want me to take you?” He smiled faintly as he sat down and started to eat his own breakfast.
“I dunno...” She looked unsure poking her eggs.
“You don’t have to decide now, just think about it.” He smiled at her. “My job might not be that flashy, but it’s honest and rewarding work.”
“I’ll think about it.” She looked down at her breakfast, barely half the waffle had been eaten, with the eggs not much better. “I’m done eating, should I toss it?”
He looked at the minuscule amount she ate but shook his head. “No, it’s alright, I’ll finish it off. Just go finish getting ready for school.”
The filly pushed herself away from the table heading back to the bathroom to brush her teeth. After a few minutes, she slipped into her sweatshirt and pants. Trotting to the door she found her saddlebag waiting, with a new plain black and grey lunchbox just peaking out. Just as the young pony slipped the bag onto her back she heard the familiar heavy footsteps of her guardian. “Have a good day at school Scoot, do you have your key?” He straightens his grey coveralls.
Scootaloo pulled the key out of her pocket to show him. “Uh-huh, have a good day at work mister Murphy.” She nodded her head slipping it back into her pocket as they both walked out.
He nodded his head. “Just making sure, I don’t want you getting locked out again.” He made his way to the Duzgo Vagabond waiting in the driveway. Opening the sheet metal door and slipping in he started the small Diesel engine. “I hope you enjoy your lunch, one of my co-workers gave me the recipe.” He started to pull out while Scootaloo walked to the end of the block to wait for the bus. She just nodded her head respectfully waving goodby as he drove off.
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State of Lincoln
New Prescott
Samuel Morse Elementary
7:53 AM
Scootaloo trotted to her desk quietly, opening her bag she noticed a note on her lunchbox with a weird bottle of soda strapped to it. Tilting her head curiously she read it over, place it in the microwave 2 minutes. Didn’t seem too complicated, a bit different from her usual Tofurkey sandwich, chips, fruit, and a Nesquik drink. She shrugged slipping it back into the bag before pulling out her notebooks and pencil box. Once she had set everything down she took stock of the room around her.
Miss Chernova’s class was a prime example of the multi-species school district. Humans, donkeys, gryphons, hippogriffs, a dragon, even a runty sphinx. But near the far back right corner of the room was where the ponies sat, mostly from the nearby reservation. They tended to stick together, it was the best way to avoid the bully’s, human or otherwise. Even Scootaloo stuck near them, though being adopted made her somewhat an outsider among them. Meanwhile, humans and non-ponies seemed to mix a bit, with a few often chatting with each other openly. It was hard not to feel excluded at times, but ponies tended to make many uneasy at the best of times.
“Hey, Scootaloo.” The familiar voice of Rumble broke her from her thoughts.
She turned her head to see the grey colt. “Hmmm?” She raised an eyebrow. “What’s up?”
The colt smiled at her gently. “I didn’t see you at practice last weekend, you weren’t sick were you?” He frowned.
“I haven’t been feeling much like playing baseball I guess.” She shrugged while trying to rub the sleep from her eyes.
“Come on Scootaloo we need you, if the team keeps losing players they might end our season early!” Rumble pleaded a bit.
“It’s not like I was any good...” She mumbles in response.
“It’s not about that and you know it. Those trips to away games are our best chance at seeing things outside of the rez.” He sighs dropping his head back onto his desk.
Before she could respond Miss Chernova entered the classroom setting her binder on her desk. “Good morning class.” She brushed her light brown hair from her eyes.
“Good morning miss Chernova.” The class said in unison.
“Roll call.” She started to rattle off various names, to which Scootaloo barely paid attention. “Scootaloo?.... Scootaloo!”
The filly stood straight up realizing her name had been called while she was dozing. “H-here miss Chernova!”
“So kind of you to join us Scootaloo, please try to pay attention today.” The teacher responded to which she blushed embarrassed.
“S-sorry miss Chernova.” She lowered her head.
“Alright, now that we’ve finished that let us return to English, I hope you read your assigned reading. As we are going to have a test to see if you have all been paying attention.” She wrote on the whiteboard with a marker. The class letting out a collective groan as she started to hand out the freshly printed papers.
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The first recess rolled around after they had finished their American History reading. Having to take turns reading was always awkward for her, especially when she had to sound out the words. Shaking her head she focused on trotting outside to the playground. Looking around she spotted some fillies and colts playing in the far corner of the schoolyard. Quickly trotting over to them, Barley Grind stood in front of her.
“Where do you think you're going?” He stamped his hoof down into the grass.
“I was just going to go hang out with Featherweight.” She mumbled.
“This part of the playground is for real ponies! Not race traitors!” He growled glaring her stamping his hoof into the dirt.
“Hey Barley calm down Scootaloo hasn’t done anything!” Rumble quickly trotted up from behind her, standing at her side.
“Rumble it’s fine...” Scootaloo looked back up at the growling colt. “Barley is just acting out again.”
The brown colt snorted. “Acting out?! At least I’m not living with the enemy you stupid fillyfooler!” He shoved her backward, sending her onto her flanks.
Scootaloo didn’t say anything while Rumble quickly ran in front of her, pushing Barley off. “Back off, Barley!”
“Or what?” He shoved his muzzle into Rumbles.
“Do you want to get suspended again!” Rumble flares his wings.
“Don’t brother Rumble, Barleys too stupid to know cause and effect.” Scootaloo chuckled slowly sitting back up. “Let me explain it in simple words that you can explain. You punch, you kicked out school. Understand?” She said very slowly in a condescending voice.
“You call'n me stupid?” He flared his nostrils baring his teeth.
“I dunno... what was your grade on the last vocab? That big frowny face on your last paper certainly didn’t look good.” She tapped her chin, pretending she was reminiscing. To which he stamped his hoof a few more times into the dirt before trotting away whipping his head side to side.
Watching him leave Rumble shakes his head a bit. “Scootaloo, I’m sorry about that, you know how Barley is.”
“Ya, I know exactly how he is.” She looks at the group of ponys in the distance who quickly turn their attention elsewhere. Rumble frowned a bit but seeming unsure what to say.
“Wanna practice a bit?” He offered motioning to the disused baseball bat and ball over by the field. Scootaloo nodded her head, it wasn’t like she had much else to do.
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State of Lincoln
New Prescott
Duzgo Motors Factory
10:41 AM
Murphy whistled a nameless tune as he lowered the small diesel engine onto the steel chassis as it moved down the line. Once properly situated, he quickly bolted it down before moving on to the next car. It was very repetitive to the point he could fall into a rhythm, it tended to be easy to forget just how many cars this place put out each day. But yet they struggled to keep up with the Pacific developing and devastated markets demand for them.
“Hey Murphy, break time.” The tired voice of his supervisor broke him from his daze.
“You sure?” Murphy looked over as his shoulder as he finished bolting on another engine.
“Mhm, I’ll cover you.” He grabbed a wrench moving onto the line, just as Murphy stepped off. Already falling into the rhythm that just a few seconds ago Murphy was following.
Seeing he was properly covered, Murphy made his way to the break room following the production line downstream where the cars really took shape. Once the engine and transmissions were properly connected the sheet metal bodies were assembled. The occasional sparks of arc welders flashing as they spot welded a few areas for added strength. Just as he reached the breakroom he could see the finished product rolling off the line. The shiny red painted car being rolled out to join its multi-colored brethren out on the lot. Waiting to be picked up and shipped out to dealerships locally or abroad. Stepping into the air-conditioned area, he shivered a bit as his body adjusted to the sudden change in temperature.
Just as he approached the Shasta machine to get a soda a familiar cough filled his ears. “How’s the family today Frankie?” The simple question sounded to condescending to just be a friendly chat.
“Well as always Sam.” He mumbled sliding a few quarters into the machine before grabbing his soda. He turned around to face the wiry man standing behind him.
Sam wasn’t as broad-shouldered as Murphy, but his height was difficult not to notice. “Really? I’d think you’d have your hands full with a potion flinging zealot in your house.” He chuckled.
Murphy looked annoyed. “She’s very well behaved I assure you. Sometimes I can almost forget she’s there with how quiet she is.” He shrugged.
“Hope she hasn’t pittled on the carpet I know how hard new pe-“ Before he could finish a very large fist connected with his stomach.
Sam staggered back gasping for a moment before chuckling a bit. “Ohhhh, someone’s a bit touchy. I’m surprised you took in the feathered rat, considering the rumors about you... Heard anything from Liam and Elijah recently?” He gave a wolffish grin.
The sound of teeth creaking could be heard before Murphy exhaled slowly. “I don’t know what you're talking about, are they friends of yours?” He asked as he looked at the clock and quickly started to guzzle his soda. “Well look at the time, breaks almost over, best get back to the line.” He brushed past him roughly, while Sam just gave him a jackal like smile.
Murphy just seemed to stare forward blankly, as he pasted the line the sound of rivet guns caused his eye to twitch. Memories staring to surface, despite all attempts to push them back down. Once he reached his place on the line, he quickly took his boss's place and worked the hoist. Rapidly falling into the familiar rhythm, drop the engine, bolt it down.
“Frank... it’s time to prove your loyalty.” He shook his head attempting to throw out the serious voice, trying to focus on the task at hand.
“Do you want them to get away with that they did Franky?! What they took from you?! From all of us?!” Another near hysterical voice seemed to reverberate through his skull.
“That Governor is a cock, there’s only one thing those Equestrians deserve after what they’ve done.” A more gruff and deep voice mumbled to him while he turned the wrench.
“Who cares about that crap land, they don’t deserve honest work, they should just sit out there and rot!” Another voice roared while he lowered another heavy engine onto a chassis.
“They think they're so safe on those reservations, why don’t we remind them what it’s like to live in fear.” A more sadistic voice whispered with almost sick glee.
He leaned against the chassis of one of the cars attempting to steady himself. Feeling increasingly nauseous, he huffed a bit and swallowed roughly. “P-please don- BANG BANG.” He flinched hearing the gunshots ring through his ears.
He clutched the side of the car while attempting to pull one last bolt tight. “F-Frank... I-I can’t live like this.” As he pulled he inadvertently stripped the bolt and sighed reaching out to a button near his station and pressed it. An alarm went off signaling this Vagabond would have to be taken off the line. He briefly watched a few workers pull it off the line as he moved onto the next car.
“I just want to sleep without reliving what I’ve done.” He stared into the distance as he dropped the next engine.
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State of Lincoln
New Prescott
Samuel Morse Elementary
11:32 AM
Scootaloo stared at the clock, more than a little impatient for lunch to roll around. Geography had just begun and it was already making her want to gnaw off her hooves. While the teacher explained different climate zones, the filly let her mind wander a bit. Staring at the book naturally to make it seem like she was following along. She couldn’t help but stare at the picture of the Pacific Northwest, the vast dark green forest reminding her of the Everfree.
“Just think of it as an adventure Scootaloo, no other ponies will even consider sheltering here!” She couldn’t help but remember what her father said.
“The Pacific Northwest is home to many different animals from the Pacific Tree Frog to the Tufted Puffin. Who can name other animals in the Pacific Northwest?” Miss Chernova asked the class. Hands, hooves, paws, and talons rose into the air, with her pointing at the Sphinx near the front. “Neph, what animals can you think of in the Pacific Northwest?”
“Raccoons!” The small Sphinx responded cheerily, though hearing that Scootaloo frowned deeply.
“Don’t worry Lil Marshmallow. We’ve traveled Equis over, the Everfree isn’t anything on the Wilds of Zebrica.” Her father's voice rang in her ear. “That little bandit barely scratched me!” She remembered her father playing off the small scratch on his leg.
“Now class who can tell me what sorts of weather can be expected there?” She smiled looking around the class but frowned seeing the Equestrians keeping their hooves down. “Hmmm, how about you Rumble!”
The poor colt nearly jumped out of his seat, but he managed to collect himself after blushing in embarrassment. “U-um... it’s Rainy!” He blurted out.
“Just a bit of drizzle dearie! Reminds me of the time me and your father spent in the Vicuña Pass.” She remembered her mother smiling faintly as she looked out of their improvised shelter. “Thankfully, we remembered how the locals built these Wikiup shelters for us.” She would say while it leaked terribly above them.
“Very good, Rumble. Now here’s a chance to earn some extra credit, who can tell me why it’s so rainy? It has to do with what particularly zone it’s located in.” She hummed looking around the class, the students seemed to be in deep thought, more then a few needed those points.
“Because it’s in the... Temperate zone?” A young Gryphon responded a bit unsure.
“Exactly, now who can tell me what zone Lincoln is located in?” She looked around the room, a lanky boy raising his arm.
“It’s in the tropical zone!” The human student responded, only for a diamond dog pup to shake her head and raise his paw.
“Nuh-uh! It’s in the Subtropical zone!” The pup responded.
“Well... actually your both right! Lincoln is located between the Tropical and Subtropical zone.” She nodded her head and started to pull down the world map to demonstrate. Meanwhile, Scootaloo leaned her head against her forehoof struggling to pay attention.
A talon rose near the back. “Miss Chernova, how big is Lincoln?”
“Very good question Graham.” She smiled. “Lincoln is around 659,560 square miles placing it just behind Alaska in terms of landmass.” She motioned to map pointing to the respective states.
The gryphon tilted his head looking at the map, the two landmasses seemed so different. “Alaska is bigger than Lincoln?.... but it looks so tiny compared to it.”
As the teacher began to explain Scootaloo finally dozed off, thankful her spot in the back was nearly out of the teacher's view. Resting her head on her folded forelegs she closed her eyes and was out like a light in moments. “Don’t mind me Scootaloo I’m just a bit dizzy... I’ll be fine in the morning...” The filly frowned deeply in her sleep hearing her father's voice.
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Lunch eventually rolled around for the class which Scootaloo waiting by the microwave for her lunch to finish heating. Watching the steam valve on the plastic container pop up as the hot vapors escaped. After a few moments the microwave rang out and she proceeded to pull out the lunch. Flinching a bit at the heat of the container as she quickly rushed to her desk. Setting it down she stared at the rectangular box, letting it cool just a bit more before popping off the lid. A cloud of steam rose from the box revealing.... fried sliced tofu sausage, rice and a sunny side up egg... and some kinda noodles with veggies and nuts? Each of the foods seemed to have their own little assigned row in the box, though the lines weren’t perfect, she could tell Murphy put quite a bit of effort into it. Sniffing it her mouth water a bit deciding to start with the fried sausage and work her way across.
“Hey, what's that?” Rumble leaned over to her desk trying to get a look at her lunch.
“I dunno... Mister Murphy made it for me.” She popped one of the sausages into her mouth. Sighing a bit, having a hot lunch for once was rather nice admittedly.
“It smells pretty good, wanna trade?” He smiled cheekily.
“For another PB&J and some carrots? Heh, you wish.” She said sarcastically but smiled faintly. “You can try some if you want, I dunno if I can eat all it anyway....”
Rumble looked troubled but nodded his head scooting his desk over. “If you say so Scootaloo... what’s that noodle looking stuff?” He motioned you the far right of the lunch.
“I dunno...” She took a bite chewing slowly. “Huh.....”
“What?” Rumble raises an eyebrow. “Don’t leave me in suspense!”
“It’s.... fishy... I don’t think it’s noodles though.” She chews for a few more moments before swallowing. “Not bad...”
“Fish, yuck.” Rumble sticks out his tongue.
“What? Pegasi eat fish all the time, it’s good for feathers... or something.” She muttered eating some more.r
“Doesn’t mean I have to like fish.” He blew a raspberry before trying some of the rice and egg. “Huh... it’s really runny... good though!” He popped a bit more into his mouth.
“Would you two get a room? Some of us are trying to eat!” Coconut Cream grumbled as she tried to enjoy her fruit pie.
“You should stick to your own kind Rumble. She’s just some wannabe.” Biscuit responded nodding his head in an attempt at a dignified manner.
“What are you talking about? Scoots has four hooves and mane just like us.” Rumble looked angry but attempted to keep his voice down, not wanting to attract the attention of the teacher.
“You know exactly what we’re talking about.” Biscuit said in a rather forceful whisper. “Maybe you forgot she’s one of... theirs now!”
Rumble's eyes widened realizing what he meant now. “So that’s why you and Barley are so mean to her?... cause she doesn’t live on the reservation? What was she supposed to do? Stay at the orphanage forever?” He stared incredulously at him.
“Ponies should stick to ponies, it’s their fault we lost everything!” Biscuit growled and slowly slipped his chair back, crossing his forehooves. “If she had any pride she would have just said she was happier in that crap stable.”
“Your just mad cause your daddy is rotting for what he did.” Rumble said without thinking, before covering his mouth realizing what he said.
“W-what did you say?” Biscuit just stared at Rumble blankly, as if his mind was attempting to process what he heard. “I don’t know what your talking about. My dad was a proud Equestrian and so am I! At least I have enough pride to not lower myself to be some dumb monkeys house pet...tell me is it worth it to get special treatment? ”
Scootaloo rolled her eyes trying not to look fazed by what he said, but decided to spar back. “Like I haven’t heard that one before, you know you’d make a better parrot then colt.” She refused to let him see how much it hurt her, especially with other ponies always whispering about her. “I don’t get any special treatment, unlike you and Barley I actually study a bit.” She snorted.
“Pride only gets you so far Biscuit, maybe if you and Barely had a little less pride and more worth ethic you’d be getting better marks.” Rumble smirked. “It says something when Snails is beating your guy's scores.” Snails yawned behind them, staring at the bickering ponies before laying his head back down, already snoring a bit.
Biscuit grumbled but quieted down, seeing the teacher starting to look their way. “Human school is stupid, we didn’t need 12 years before they came and ruined everything... after a few years we were off to our apprenticeships...” He grumbled under his breath.
“I think that’s why Ponyville was scared of a single Zebra...” Scootaloo mumbled looking bored, while Biscuit glared. “Your just mad cause you're no better than anypony else now.”
His eye twitched. “What did you say?... My dad is a General in the Equestr-“ He blurted out without thinking before being interrupted.
“Your daddy ain’t nothing but a Red Zone slob, no one cares what he used to be Biscuit.” Scootaloo shoved her face into his. “Same with Barley, you just act all big and tough cause you know you aren’t ever getting it back.” Rumble looked at Scootaloo horrified, while she had barely realized what she had said.
Biscuits teeth could be heard creaking, as he bared his teeth. “Take that back... Now...”
“What are you gonna do? Cry to daddy?” Scootaloo stared him right in the eye, expecting him to back off, however, Biscuits flying hoof soon made her face an acquaintance.
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State of Lincoln
New Prescott
Duzgo Motors Factory
3:15 PM
Frank was taking his last break of the day sipping his coffee while staring out the window to the production floor. The cars continued to slowly move down the line, each worker at their station moving as part of a well-oiled machine. Starting as a simple steel chassis at the beginning, then in less than 2 hours, a new car was ready for the market. The process was almost hypnotic to watch, but just as he was about to take another sip from his coffee his phone started to ring obnoxiously. Digging into his coveralls he pulled it out and stared at the number. Samuel Morse Elementary, that was troubling, to say the least. Pressing the green button he brought it to his ear.
“Hello?” He spoke
“Frank Murphy?” A voice asked on the other end of the line, which he vaguely recognized as the principal's receptionist.
“Yes? Is there something wrong?” He asked somewhat worried.
“There’s been an incident with your... foster filly and a colt. Will you be able to come after classes are concluded today? Principal Goldfarb would like to discuss this matter personally between the students and parents.” The receptionist seemed to pause to think about her words carefully.
“Yes, I think I do that, Scootaloo isn’t in trouble is she?” He asked wondering what could have happened.
“We aren’t sure what exactly happened, however, what we do know is that she was punched by another student during lunch.” They responded rather neutrally.
“...I see I’ll arrive as soon as I can.” Frank took a moment to collect himself.
“Thank you mister Murphy, I apologize for the inconvenience. When you arrive please just head directly to the offices.” She said before he thanked her and hanged up, his boss probably wasn’t going to like this...
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State of Lincoln
New Prescott
Samuel Morse Elementary
3:41 PM
Frank Murphy parked his car near the elementary school just in time to see some of the busses being loaded up with kids on their way home. Walking up to the building he could see others milling about waiting for the after school programs to begin. Briefly remembering his attempts to try and get Scootaloo to join one of them if only to get her out of the house more to make some friends. Passing through the heavy doors and entering the open-air hallways, he turned to the left approaching the door to the office. Grasping the handle he collected himself and opened the door. Upon entry, he saw Scootaloo sitting near the secretary’s desk holding a large ice pack on her left eye. Frowning he made his way over to her and slowly kneeled.
“That’s some shiner you have Scootaloo... what happened?” He looked concerned.
“Nothing...” She mumbled through the ice pack.
“Scoot... don’t lie to me, they wouldn’t have called me unless something serious happened.” She simply avoided eye contact, before he could press further Principal Goldfarb cleated his throat behind him.
Turning his head he saw the wiry man in a white dress shirt and tie waiting. “Mister Murphy thank you for coming. Please follow me to my office.” He motioned to a closed-door beyond the receptionist's desk.
Nodding his head he slowly stood back up and followed him into the office eventually sitting in a chair to the opposite of his desk. “Is Scootaloo in trouble?” He finally asked once he was seated.
Goldfarb sighed taking off his large glasses and started to clean them. “That’s to be determined, all I know for sure is that Biscuit punched her. While that’s more than enough for a suspension, I have to be thorough to find who instigated the altercation.” He rubbed the bridge of his nose.
“I’m taking neither one is coming forward?” Murphy sighed.
“Scootaloo has been very quiet since she was taken to the nurse's office. While her friend Rumble said Biscuit and Barley have been harassing her for a while, I still need to get her side. It’s school protocol I’m afraid, if she doesn’t tell me her side, I’ll have to punish her as well, which I’d rather avoid, detention is already overcrowded I’m afraid.” The principal looked neutrally slipping his glasses back on.
“You're going to punish her for not talking? Everyone knows those two are trouble.” Frank kept his voice even but certainly didn’t sound happy.
“As an educator, I can’t say.” He developed a more serious look that showed his distaste. “But it’s my hope that you can get her to divulge what happened so we can avoid that...That way I and my staff can go home.”
Franks frown deepened but he nodded his hair, while Goldfarb didn’t care much for ponies, but he was professional. “Alright, I’ll talk to her.”
Goldfarb nodded his head staying at his desk as he watched him go. “Thank you for your help mister Murphy.”
Making his way out he saw that Scootaloo was still in her chair resting the ice pack on her face. Although she now had a small paper cup of water which she nursed quietly. Seeing him approach she looked up and swallowed. “Hello, mister Murphy.” She said while avoiding eye contact.
“Scootaloo you have to tell him what happened, if you don’t you’ll get detention.” He sat down next to her.
“I know...” She mumbled idly kicking her back hooves.
“If you know then why aren’t you telling him? From the sounds of it, you're only in trouble for not telling your side. Biscuit is the one who’s getting suspended regardless.” He tilted his head, he could tell she was thinking about what to say.
“I can’t...” She continued to watch her hooves swing, while Frank motioned her to continue. “If I get off scot-free then it just shows the other ponies he’s right...”
“Right about what?” Frank frowned deeply.
“I’m... I’m a traitor who’s getting special treatment.” Frank could tell it was worse then what she was saying.
“I see...” Frank ran his hand over his face, this was more complicated then he thought. “Why didn’t you tell me it was this bad? I knew you had bully’s but I didn’t think it was like this.” The picture started to become clear.
“I don’t think you’d be able to do much... the more help I get from you the more it makes Biscuit and Barley seem right...” She avoided eye contact.
He exhaled, know this it didn’t seem right to push her to talk. “If you think it’s best, I won’t force you to talk Scoot. Are you sure you’ll be alright in detention, it’s not exactly a fun place.”
“Ya, I’ll just finish my homework there.” She muttered.
“I’ll go talk to the principal.” He slowly worked his way back to his feet. “You're sure about this?”
“Ya, I’m sure.” She smiled faintly up at him. “Thank you.”
“Thank you for what?” He looked confused.
“For... understanding I guess.” She took a moment to figure out what she was going to say.
“It’s alright, I know sometimes you’d don’t have much of a choice... just try to avoid making detention a habit alright?” He said rubbing the back of his neck.
“I'll try.” She looked back down as he left to talk with the principal.
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Oof, textbooks are the worst. Have you considered splitting them with your classmates? Make sure to check if your campus or public libraries have the textbooks too. Honestly, it’s been a while since I payed for a textbook. Someone usually finds a pdf which gets passed around the whole class.
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They include online components that you have to pay for, so getting one book to share doesn't work. Especially since they price the books and online components in such a way that you have to buy them together or spend more money.
Poor Scootaloo. I hope the school counselor can be of some assistance, but I think they are probably busy themselves.
Yeowch. So from what I can gather Scootaloo's parents had the (honestly not too bad) idea of sheltering in the Everfree when Celestia went full purge mode to be as isolated as possible until everything blew over. End result with the wildlife and such ended up with them both dead and Scootaloo now truly alone.
I'm mean, none will miss the these Equestrian child soldiers anyway
Accidents happen.......
You can also wait do to it when they are mature and didn't change
ah yes bully the only good way to deal with them is to show you wont just hurt but cause serious injury if they tart a fight
got 1 in high school the prick decided to harass me at my locker so i slamed the locker door on is head Let just say he got a serious cut on is right ear and a nice concussion
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That I have to disagree. As much as I love war and utter mayhem. I do have morals. And child soldiers is something no country should use no matter how desperate things get. No child should fight a grown ups war. Nor should they carry the sins of their parents or those who were responsible for the war. Because killing an adult soldier is one thing......but killing a soldier or a civilian no older than your own child or little sibling.....that right there is a whole different story. Which is something that have hunted many veterans of wars throughout the ages.
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I think you missed something that I wrote
That it better happen when they are mature and didn't change, beceause for now they are Equestria royal child soldiers
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All from what I gather from this chapter are two ignorant bully colts, who don't know any better or know the horrors of war. Nor do they understand all the events that lead to Equestria's downfall.
Furthermore, in what way are they Equestrian royal soldiers? Because last time I've check, Equestria is no more, along with the Equestrian royal guard and military.
Because the ponies wouldn't be living in reservations in the first place, if they still have a country to called home to.
And Biscuit's father wouldn't ended up as some poor slobbish bastard living in the reservation red zone and I doubt any ponies living there going to kick too much of a fuss, not with the situation they're in now.
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Go try to explain it to royal soldiers and their children
They see Scootaloo as traitor and still think that their parents are Equestrian soldiers when there is no Equestria
Are you sure?
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Hmmm....yes, yes. That is quite problematic isn't it? For the former Equestrian soldiers that's a giving. But for the children, they dont know any better and the sooner they learn the reality of their situation the better. If not.....come what may to whatever fath befalls on them. It's always the children who are the ones to carry the sins of the parents. Despite what I said earlier....this is also an unfortunate fact.
And as for my last comment. If they did make a big fuss about it. They're have to with the human law enforcement and military. And god only knows how many of them want to slaughter or wipeout the ponies off the face of the Earth. But right now they're in peace time, they're still recovering from the war, both sides are tried of war and just want to get on with their lives. Sure small pony terrorist groups might pop up here and there. But humanity has the best anti terrorist units to deal with them.
With that said. This has been a fun little debate so far.😄
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So I feel like I have to clear this up, the two colts fathers are currently stuck in the Red Zone which is an area of the reservation that’s more or less a prison for Guards and other high risk Equestrians unsuitable for integration. But at the same time haven’t done enough (at least anything that’s provable in court) to be placed in an actual prison. It’s sort of a middle ground I suppose, as for the colts they didn’t actually serve as “foal soldiers” (from what’s said I’m sure you can guess why), so largely they are just regurgitating what their fathers told them before being separated. As it’s likely all that have to hang onto, with communication at best limited between the Red and other zones considering it’s purpose.
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Well, yes. I get the colts parents live in the Red Zone and I've had a pretty good idea those colts where repeating what they've been told all their lives. That usually the case in these situations.
Sorry, if we're making a big fuss over this, friend.
Always read your updates first, mang. I have lots of stuff sitting in my faves, but I always read your stuff.
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Might I know what the school does with foals that have such views? I mean, I don't think they'd send them to the red zones, but I think that their views on "race traitors" and on humans supposedly having no place in Equestria would be unacceptable to the principal and other school leaders.
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Sorry for the long winded explanation, but basically they are in a legal limbo where they have nowhere else to go to get educated. Once they get to highschool or maybe middle school they might get “encouraged” to drop out by the faculty, if only to make their lives somewhat easier. Alternatively they might just be old enough to be charged as adults instead of children. But until then, even expulsion might just lead to a long absence, but eventually because of their age and the legal loophole they will end up in the classroom again. I actually experienced this in school with one of my own bullies.
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The Equestrian Royal guard are Pathetic excuses for soldiers hell they are borderline useless when in Reality they are little more over Glorified guard dogs
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In war you don't get the Luxury of choice of meat to push into the meat grinder and I see no problem using child Soldiers they are just as expendable as a normal soldier
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That I agree. The problem starts at the very top to the very bottom for allowing the Royal Guard and the rest Equestria military for being in such sorry state.
Congrats! You have my fave and I'm now tracking this. What a depressing but interesting world we have here.
The infuriating thing here is that this is completely accurate to real life. Can't tell you how many times my brother got suspended for being attacked because the school's zero thinkingtolerance policy for violence made no distinction between starting a fight, defending yourself or even not defending yourself because you were still technically involved in a violent altercation. Not even having it witnessed by school staff was enough to get him off the hook.
I've heard disturbing things about the price of textbooks in the US, things like a single textbook being $100+. I wish you the best of luck with your financial woes.
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That is, quite frankly, completely retarded. By that logic those who have had a crime committed against them should share a prison cell with the one who committed the crime.
Assault, breaking and entering, rape . . . Yeah, that would work out peeerfectly.
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Sorry that happened good chapter as always I’m excited to learn Frank Murphy’s backstory
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Fuck high school