Humanity Rising

Memories

"I f*** hate this," groan Scootaloo as the shovel dug into the earth.

She had made an effort to explain to the headmistress what had happened the night before with the colts, but as usual, she had refused to listen, and as a result, she had to dig a GIANT hole.

She had been at this for about a hour now and had only made a small dent into the ground.

"Argh!" yelled Scootaloo as she threw the Shovel aside as it slam into a tree, causing it to fall.

"S***," mutter Scootaloo as she climb out of the hole. She'll do this later.

Scootaloo stroll at the Everfree Forest's edge. The most hazardous location in all of Equestria, according to legend. Ponyville begs to differ, though.

The birds chirp as the tree rats ran across the bark of the trees. She turned towards a small opening between the rocks. This was her stash.

Removing the rocks, she pulled out a beaten Hoodie and a small pouch of bits she manage to collect over the years.

She needed to get a new hoodie. It was torn up and getting too small for her.

She thought about her hoodie as she put it on. She always wear the hoodie. She was founded with the hoodie. It also help hid... it.

She put her hoof over the right side of her chest. A scar shaped in the shape of... Something.

Nobody knew where it came from. So she always where the hoodie around everyone, expect back there. She would be punish if she was caught wearing it.

She countied her walk as she put the hoodie up. She didn't want to be seem by anyone today. Besides, one of the other Orphan kids could rattle her out.

Scootaloo walk into the Carousel Boutique. Rarity frequently sold hoodies and was aware of the filly's strong desire to wear them.

"Hi Scoots," said Rarity as she look over the counter to see Scootaloo, wearing the tattered Hoodie, walk inside.

Rarity rushed over to inspect the Ruined Hoodie and exclaimed, "Oh my Celestia!" as she did so. "Honey, you look dreadful in that."

Scootaloo sign: "I know." She handed Rarity the little pouch and explained, "That's why I'm getting a new one."

Well then, honey," Rarity responded. "That back there."

Scootaloo strolled past the countless garments and gowns Rarity had as she made her way to the Boutique's rear. She wasn't searching for those, though.

The Hoodies.

Scootaloo rummaged through the various hoodies and noticed that she had a lot of them this time. She perused a few of them, but none seemed to fit. She didn't suit them psychologically, but they fit her physically.

Until the final one, at least.

There wasn't anything special. A plain black hoodie with a white thunderbolt on the front. But something about it seemed to be in order.

Scootaloo put on the hoodie and remarked, "I taking this one." As it turned out, there were gloves inside. She also put them on.

Meanwhile in the main lobby:

Sweetie Belle and Rarity were having a conversion when two colts with face masks stormed into the Boutique.

"Um, hello there," said Rarity, confused of why the colts were there. At least until one of them pull out a knife.

"I want you to hand over your bits," growled the Taller Colt. "And no one gets hurt."

"Maybe you shouldn't," said Sweetie Belle as she approached the Colt. She originally was going to talk down the colt.