Scootaloo glanced at the note. She looked up at the large tree she sat under, and then glanced at the hill overlooking the school below. According to the note, a pony wanted to talk to Scootaloo after school.
The wind picked up, causing Scootaloo to shiver. She kept her wings close to her body to stay warm and tightened the scarf around her neck.
It’s been five minutes since school ended. I can’t believe somepony would be late to a meeting they set up!
Scootaloo anxiously looked at the note. The words were written neatly and carefully. She checked her surroundings one last time before stuffing the note back into her mathematics book.
Scootaloo tapped at the ground. A filly marched up the hill as she hummed a cheerful melody. Scootaloo stood upright and looked down from the top of the hill.
“Hi, Sweetie Belle.” Scootaloo said.
“Hello.” Sweetie Belle replied. She stopped her walking and set down her knapsack. “What’re you doing here?”
“Just waiting for somepony,” Scootaloo grunted, “but they’re stupid enough to be late to their own meeting spot!”
Sweetie Belle flushed.
“What does it say on the note?” Sweetie Belle asked.
Scootaloo fished a piece of paper in between her book and passed it to Sweetie Belle. Before Sweetie Belle could hold the note, Scootaloo took back the note and glared suspiciously at her friend.
“Wait,” Scootaloo said, “I didn’t say anything about a note. Are you this cheesy ‘secret admirer?’ If you are, then I think spelt ‘secret’ wrong.”
Sweetie Belle’s cheeks reddened.
“Well, I, uh, saw somepony put it in there while you weren’t looking.”
“Really? Do you know who put it in?”
Sweetie Belle shrugged slowly.
Scootaloo rolled her eyes and crumpled the note. Sweetie Belle wanted to stop Scootaloo, but remained still.
“Forget it, that pony can see what happens when they’re late.” Scootaloo said. She talked down the hill and looked back at Sweetie Belle. “I’m going to the clubhouse. Come on! I’ll race you!”
Scootaloo ran down the hill. Sweetie Belle took the crumpled note and unfolded it.
“I wasn’t that late. And I spelt ‘secret’ right.” she said softly.
“Come on, slowpoke! It isn’t a race unless you’re running, too!” Scootaloo called.
Sweetie Belle slid the note in her knapsack. She let out a deep sigh and forced a smile.
“I’ll show you who’s the slowpoke!” Sweetie Belle taunted.
Aw, poor Sweetie Belle! It’s sad to see her meeting with Scootaloo not work out, but it feels like there’s hope in the end of the scene with them running off together. Hopefully Sweetie will find a way to tell Scootaloo how she feels later. Nice work!