||Scootaloo's POV: I'M GONNA BE A WONDERCOLT!!!||

{Friday, September 19, 2014/8:18am, Riding To CHS On Her Scooter}

      I gotta make this deadline, I think to myself as I race to Canterlot High, I gotta make this deadline. I gotta - WHOA! I almost hit some old dude. What deadline am I talking about? The deadline for basketball try-outs. Rainbow Dash *Squee* put up some flyer up Wednesday, telling everyone who wanted to be on this year's team (to fill an empty position) that they needed to sign up ASAP and be at tryouts today at 8:45am (we have no school today; it's the Friday before Homecoming Week starts). The flyer clearly stated that, if we arrive later than 8:45, we could forget about being on the team. If I'm late, I'll miss my chance to impress Rainbow Dash! She'll think I don't take sports seriously! She'll think I'm some freshman loser and ignore me forever! So you see, I have to be there on time!

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||Time Passes||

{8:47am, CHS' Gymnasium's Locker Room}

      I change into an orange tank top, a pair of navy-blue shorts, and my favorite, orange, magenta, and white Nikes. I put my duffle bag and my original clothes in one of the blue lockers and run out to join Rainbow Dash and the others in the gym. I smile as Rainbow Dash paces in front of us, in freakin' mid-air, wearing a tank, shorts, and sneakers like me; however, she looks like a supermodel and I look like an almost-flat-chested little boy (not completely, though; I still have a girly face). Oh my gosh, are we wearing the same Nike, navy shorts? I think we are! We're dressed the same, 'cept her tank is white, she's got a red whistle around her neck, and she has on a navy baseball cap turned backwards. I am bouncing with excitement now - I hope she doesn't notice.

"Okay, listen up!," Rainbow Dash says loudly, her raspy voice echoing through the gym, "Most of you are newbies, so I need to teach you a few rules. I'm the captain of almost every team here at CHS, so I'm pretty much in charge of coaching my teammates. That brings me to rule one: you are to call me 'Coach Rainbow Dash', or you can call me 'Coach Dash', which is more common. Don't refer to me as anything but those names because, as of right now, I'm not your friend, nor am I your teammate - yet - I'm your coach."

      She pauses and we nod. I can deal with rule one. What's the other rules?

"Now," Rainbow Dash tells us, "Rule two is: no whining. Ugh, I hate the whiners, okay? Those are the ones who start to complain about how (*Doing air quotes with her fingers*) 'hard I'm training them'. If you can't handle my coaching, why are you even here? You whine, I kick you outta here faster than I can fly."

      The other kids who came to try-outs are staring at her in awe like I am. A few of them roll their eyes, but at least they're not complaining.

"Eye rolls aren't tolerated either, freshmen," Dash says to us angrily, looking at the ones who rolled their eyes, "Rule three, which, now that I think about it, should be rule one: Arrive to practices on time. Please arrive to practices on time. You could have all the talent in the world, but we wouldn't get to see it 'cause you didn't arrive on time and, well, I don't let late people join my team - I'm very strict when it comes to sports. Rule four: don't hog the ball, people! It took the original captain forever to get me to pass the ball for once - I loved attention a little too much. I won't let new players make the same mistakes I did. Rule five, which should be rule two - I've got to plan stuff out better - is this: we will always, and I mean always, stretch before practice. It's essential. Unless you want to get cramps -"

"She said 'cramps'!," some immature boy says loudly, most likely referring to PMS.

"Rule number-freakin'-six!," Dash says angrily, glaring at the boy, "No goofing off! Especially if you're gonna make lame PMS jokes! PMS is not funny! (To the boys in the room) If you're not a girl, then shut up about PMS; you wouldn't understand it, bros."

      The boys squirm and Dash continues,

"That's it for the rules, guys. Let's warm up, then we'll do some drills, and then I'll choose who will get to be the newest b-ball Wondercolt! We're missing a small foward, thanks a lot, Silver Tongue, so this is why I need to fill this position now. On the bright side, whoever gets picked'll be playing the Homecoming game Tuesday night!"

      We cheer and she smiles at us. Dash nods, holds up her hands, and says with a smile,

"All right, all right. I know it's exciting. I was in your position once. And I'll admit: I was a cocky little mofo, okay?"

      We laugh and she smiles. She's so awesome.

"Yeah, I had issues," Dash tells us, her smile fading, "Anyway, let's start practicing!"

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||Time Passes||

{12:00pm, Still In The Gymnasium}

      Rainbow Dash looks at her clipboard, then she looks at me, and looks back and forth from the clipboard to me until a student asks,

"Coach Dash, are you okay?"

"Uh, yeah," Dash says, smiling, "It's just that I found my new SF! Congratulations, Scoots, you're a Wondercolt. You did good, kid."

      I feel as if I'm gonna have a heart attack. Did she just say...

"YES!," I yell loudly, a goofy grin on my face, "I did it! Thanks, Rainbow Dash! I -"

"Ahem," Dash clears her throat, her face very serious.

"I mean, Coach Dash," I say sheepishly, "I-I won't let you down!"

"Well okay then," Dash says to me, smiling as the other kids glare at me, "I'll see you at tomorrow's practice. You can meet your teammates."

      I nod happily, smiling up at my "big sister". Dash tells us,

"Let's hit the showers, guys!"

      We nod and I smile as we head into the locker rooms. Today was a gr- no, excellent day.

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(A/N) The picture in the "Media" area is just for show; it was only partially described above. :) I hope you enjoyed it! ^^