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Cover for the Sunset Archives 2 chapter 15 — Icy Hearts
Statement of Scootaloo Holiday, regarding an assault on a crowded bus and a subsequent game of hockey.
Before they left, though, Bloom looked at me one last time through red, swollen eyes. “Scootaloo. When th’ time comes, call for me. Remember that. You gotta remember that.”
“AB,” Mac began, making a move to lift her off the ground. She tugged away, fire in her eyes, more emotion than I’d seen from her since the start of the school year.
“Ah gotta fight it,” she hissed. “Ah gotta. Even if it don’t work, Ah gotta fight it.”
She turned back to me. “Swear to me on your life, Scootaloo. When the time is right. Call me, and Ah swear, Ah will be there.”
“I, uh,” I sputtered.
She thrust herself out of Mac’s grip and grabbed my shoulders. “Please,” she begged. “Please.”
“Okay, okay! I swear!”
She pulled back, but only slightly. The room felt cold and clammy, and the smell of mildew washed over me. “On your life?” she challenged.
“Apple Bloom!” Mac thundered, but he didn’t quite seem to be able to grab her. Rarity reached out and pulled Sweetie Belle close to her chest.
I took a deep breath and met her eyes. “On my life,” I promised.
At long last, she let go of my shoulders. She seemed to shrink back into herself, and though her eyes were still wet and red with tears, there was a hardness to them. “Okay,” she said. “Ah’ll see you then.”
Statement of Scootaloo Holiday, regarding an assault on a crowded bus and a subsequent game of hockey.
Before they left, though, Bloom looked at me one last time through red, swollen eyes. “Scootaloo. When th’ time comes, call for me. Remember that. You gotta remember that.”
“AB,” Mac began, making a move to lift her off the ground. She tugged away, fire in her eyes, more emotion than I’d seen from her since the start of the school year.
“Ah gotta fight it,” she hissed. “Ah gotta. Even if it don’t work, Ah gotta fight it.”
She turned back to me. “Swear to me on your life, Scootaloo. When the time is right. Call me, and Ah swear, Ah will be there.”
“I, uh,” I sputtered.
She thrust herself out of Mac’s grip and grabbed my shoulders. “Please,” she begged. “Please.”
“Okay, okay! I swear!”
She pulled back, but only slightly. The room felt cold and clammy, and the smell of mildew washed over me. “On your life?” she challenged.
“Apple Bloom!” Mac thundered, but he didn’t quite seem to be able to grab her. Rarity reached out and pulled Sweetie Belle close to her chest.
I took a deep breath and met her eyes. “On my life,” I promised.
At long last, she let go of my shoulders. She seemed to shrink back into herself, and though her eyes were still wet and red with tears, there was a hardness to them. “Okay,” she said. “Ah’ll see you then.”
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