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Scootaloo's Personal Diary - Entry 170-82Entry 170:Last night I talked to Mom and Dad about inviting Miss Cheerilee over for dinner. I hope she says yes, I think it would be really nice.School today was pretty good. I didn't fall asleep at all. I still get bored, but I am trying harder to be a good student.Miss Cheerilee is going to come to dinner! I'm pretty happy. I hope she has a good time.Miss Cheerilee told Mom and Dad that I was a wonderful filly, that I was "passionate, brave and very loyal" and that she was "thrilled" that I was trying harder lately.Mom and Dad told her that I talk about her a lot, and that I really respect her. I'm glad they said that, because I've been trying to tell her that for a long time.I told Miss Cheerilee that she is a wonderful teacher, and that she really means a lot to me and my friends, especially Featherweight and me. She seemed really moved by that.She said she really cares for us, and she told me that what Featherweight and I have had to deal with is something most of our class
Scootaloo's Personal Diary - Entry 271-4Entry 271:[Tucked into the page is a "get well soon" letter, with notes from the various ponies in Scootaloo's class. One name is absent from the card."I'm so, so sorry! I hope you are okay! - Sweetie Belle""Can't wait to have you back in class! Feel better! We miss you! - Apple Bloom""Please feel better, soon! I've been missing you, terribly. - Featherweight""Get well soon! Sorry you're feeling manky! We well miss you! - Pipsqueak""It's been a different class, without you. Heal up real quick! - Ocean Breeze""The whole class is terribly sorry you are unwell. We wish you a speedy recovery, and hope to see your smiling face again very soon! - Miss Cheerilee""I hope you're okay! - Twist""I hope you get to feeling better! We miss you! - Dinky""Get well soon! - Silver Spoon""I hope you get to feeling better real soon! - Snips""Yeah, real soon! - Snails""Sorry to hear you're in the hospital! Get well so
The CyborgA mess of wires, and an apathy for the human condition, uncaring eyes and a constant stream of electronic input, he works to please himself and nothing more, even at the inconvenience of others. A glowing device in his palm, relaying information from others like him, his head wired to another contraption in his pocket, he blends in perfectly with the surroundings. The vast majority of his input is vapid and vacuous, a stream of media behind shielded, darkened lenses.Most of his motion is autopilot, so absorbed in his world. He jaywalks in front of cars without flinching at their blaring horns, or leaves carts in parking stalls, or, valuing himself over mere mortals, cuts right in front in lines of people, much to the outrage of the humans, behind.He glances at his device again as it reads "U up 4 Pizza 2nite?""Ya, u'll never guess wut just happened, sum jerk blasted his horn rite n my ear."He changes to the latest top forty on his MP3 player and puts his cell away. He continues to
The Little FirecrackerAlways full of pep and energyAlways wanted to playAlways wanted to sparEven when the others wanted to restShe was not always the cuddliestBut she was full of love, like the restShe always saw herself as big asHer brother, the one who toweredAbove the others.Shorter in stature, her soul and shadowRose above the othersBut as with everyone,Such things are not permanentKidney trouble came so fastThere was little time to futilely reactWithin a couple of weeksShe was goneA devastation, out of nowhereThe little firecrackerHad burned outBut her glow was so brightAnd beautifulNo one could forget.