Scootaloo rode her scooter down the many roads of Ponyville. As she passed the many frightened faces of the residents, Scootaloo neared closer to her destination.
Sweet Apple Acres.
Finally arriving, Scootaloo stopped flapping her wings to stop her scooter’s wheels, and she turned the scooter to where it would stop.
“Hey there, Applebloom!” Scootaloo called over to the red-headed pony waiting for her at the front entrance. “Wasn’t Sweetie Belle supposed to meet us too…?”
Chapter 2 My Brother Visits Outer Space
During the rest of first period, the teacher explained switching classes to us. When we picked our seats for our other classes, I somehow got close to Sophie. She didn’t seem to care, though. My best friend, Thomas, told me how they banned those “I Love Boobies” bracelets and how he got to steal all the girls’ ones that had been dumped in the trash.
“You’re a pervert, you know that?” I told him at lunch.
How I Ruined My First Day of 6th Grade
I wish I hadn't woken up that morning. I didn’t want to go to school, and I especially didn’t want to start 6th Grade. I had heard from my older brother and sister that it’s really hard, and the kids are meaner. I sighed, and then looked at my clock. 7:30. “Crap!” I shouted. I only had a half hour to get ready, pack my lunch, and walk to school.
The first thing I thought of was to wake up Timmy and Braden. But, when I got to the family room, they were already...
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There was nothing worse than being stuck in the middle row of a van with your cousin. And that's exactly how 11-year-old Kacey Dodson felt. Sitting next to Wally Beetles was not the treat. She looked over at the little notebook he was scribbling on. It was a picture of Wally with muscles and Kuki feeling them. The title said: Kuki Loves Wally. Kacey giggled. Wally noticed that Kacey was looking. He hid the drawing. In the row behind them were Lucas, 9, and Nikolas Dodson, 6, who were playing their Nintendo DS's. In between them was Joey Beetles, 1, who was sleeping. Kacey pulled out her phone....
9:45 was what the clock said.
Man, school started EARLY. 8:45 is VERY early. No kid should suffer that kind of abuse. But every kid at Sierra Verde School did. Kacey slumped in her seat next to Kristin, Ian, and Sam. Nothing was worse than being surrounded by morons. Except Kristin, she was nice. Sam was weird. He made strange noises with his throat. And then there was Ian. Nothing could describe his weirdness. He was just, weird. Then, the phone rang. Mr. Yorke picked it up. Kacey knew something was up, so she tried her best to listen. Mr. Yorke sighed.
Wally slouched in his desk. Boooooring. Math had to be the worst class in the 5th grade. Mrs. Wann was his math teacher. And his homeroom teacher. They had Math every day before lunch. That's why Wally looked forward to lunch every day. To get outta Math. Kuki sat next to him. She was having a hard time with the 5 problems they were assigned to do. Wally hadn't even done a single problem. He knew they were just gonna check over the answers anyway. Why bother? Hoagie and Abby had finished awhile ago. Wally decided to doodle. It came close to 11:15. Lunch time. Kacey was lucky. She had lunch at...
Kiki opened her eyes. There was a terrible pain in her chest and back. She tried to get up. A shriek of pain came from her. She called for help multiple times. No answer. Kiki could turn her head slightly to the side. No buildings for miles. She barely could lift up her head. All of her friends were all around the same area. But they were all covered in blood. Kiki looked at herself. Blood.
"HELP! HELP, SOMEBODY HELP ME!" Kiki yelled. The pain was unbearable. "HELP!"
Kuki ran out to check the mailbox. She opened it, grabbed everything inside, and rushed back.
"MAIL'S HERE!" She yelled at the top of her lungs. Kacey and Wally had been watching wrestling all day and hadn't taken their eyes off of the TV. Kiki had been watching too. But not the wrestling. She was watching how every time blood appeared on screen, both Numbuhs 4 and 7 would jump up, scream, and high-five each other.
"I still don't get it." Kiki said grabbing some soda. Numbuh 5 laughed.