This choice: Check on Scootaloo in her room. • Go Back...Chapter #4Check on Scootaloo in her room. by: Triple   It's obvious, of course! It was your job after all to make sure she doesn't die or anything. You're not forgetful, are you? Chuckling to yourself over that thought, you walked up the stairs to the second floor. As your footsteps headed towards her bedroom, you briefly glanced the upstairs hallway, noting how modern everything looked, from the sleek light brown walls to the comfortable carpet that brushed against your feet. It was homely, to say the least.
When you arrived at her bedroom (conveniently located at the far end of the house), you noticed that the door was closed but there wasn't any lock visible. You knew you could've pushed the door open but you wanted to be nice first. You gently tapped on the door and stood by for a response. A few seconds later, you heard a raspy tomboyish voice answer through the door.
"Hey, come in."
You smiled and let yourself in, where you saw a small orange filly pegasi on the table, writing on what appears to be her homework. You could take a good and accurate guess on her personality based on the way she decided to decorate her bedroom interior. Her tomboyish nature definitely shined through the posters of the Wonderbolts and Rainbow Dash plastered all over the walls but there were also some more girly memorabilia obscured away. On Scootaloo's table, you also saw a picture of her alongside with a yellow earth pony and a white unicorn, both of them looking to be the same age as her.
"So... you're the new babysitter?" Scootaloo asked, placing her pencil down and spinning around to see you,
You nod, "Yes Scootaloo."
"Just call me Scoots." she said nonchalantly.
"Okay, Scoots. So, how was your day at school?"
Scootaloo's purple eyes lit up, as if she was waiting for an opportunity to tell you everything about her, "It was pretty awesome! Me and the other Cutie Mark Crusaders had a lot of fun with all our other classmates..."
As she dragged on and on about how great her school day was and what she did with that time, you couldn't help yourself staring at her hind hooves. From your view, there was a lot of sweat and dirt on there, and even if you weren't close to her, there was a slight earthy smell that tingled your nostrils a little
"Hey, you've been staring at my hooves a lot," the orange filly pointed out, "What gives?"  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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