Yes, yes. I know this is a new fic. But it's summer and I DO plan to finish. ;; ;; Believe me! Anyway. Thanks goes to DBZ-chan for helping me and giving me tips and pointing out where my stupidity showed itself during the writing of this fic. XD;

It's an SM AR Alternate Reality, borne of my own mind -- in other words, take it and you face the wrath of my rusty scissors -- and takes place in the midst of the R season when Chibi-Usa (aka Rini) comes and has them Dark Kingdom people after her and the Imperium Silver Crystal. However, to make things easier for myself, there are less battles.

Anyway, enjoy! nn And remember, reviews are great for me -- I'll write better. xD


Summary:

Given the chance to change who you are, would you have the courage to take it?

Usagi Tsukino is a girl whose self-confidence has been battered and torn by her close friends and family. Unintentionally, their doubts and mock-disparaging words become her own thoughts -- inadvertently brainwashing her to a small degree.

However, moving to the U.S. and attending a new school with no one to tell her who she is or what she should be like, she is given the opportunity to bloom into a new person.

But things can't always be as easy as that, can it? There, surprisingly, in California, lies something Dark -- borne of the Dark Kingom. And this time there aren't any Senshi to help.


"Bye, everyone!" A silvery-blonde haired girl grabbed her backpack, stepped into her shoes and ran out the front door of her home as her step-mother, Ikuko, shook her head and walked away from her whirlwind of a step-daughter.

The indigo-haired woman mumbled absently, "Well, Usagi may be early for once, but she's forgotten her lunch, again. That girl just won't ever grow up at this rate." Sighing, she set the girl's lunch back in the fridge and went off to find her list of errands to do.


Skipping leisurely, Usagi grinned madly to herself, proud that she had woken up before her alarm went off and before her mother or Luna could yell at her to wake up. Both had given her amazed looks when the groggy blonde had dragged herself to the bathroom for a quick shower.

Then again, neither had been at the battle scene the night before. One filled with gore, a bit bloodier than the past clashes had been. Because of her near death with a kitchenette youma as well as the ongoing glacial tension with Tuxedo Kamen, Usagi had been unable to fall asleep – tossing and turning the entire night. The corners of her lips turned down slightly as she remembered the battle.

"Moon! Get out of the way, damnit!" Jupiter had lunged at her, pushing her out of the way of a severe blow, taking it in the stomach for her. The brunette had bent over gasping from the contact, slumping to the ground as the youma attached herself to the fallen Senshi, draining her energy slowly.

Meanwhile, Sailor Moon had just been getting back up, her ankle unstable and twisted as she winced. Her eyes widened as she stared at the scene, something inside of her trying to claw its way out to help her friend, yet frozen.

Then the youma had turned its attention to Sailor Moon, releasing the thunder Senshi as it took off at a run towards the blonde, an enlarged butcher knife in her hands, powered by a green glow.

Moon had just barely leaped out of the way, the makeshift sword slashing her waist as she jumped. The monster turned quickly, flinging an arm out that slammed into the blonde, taking her through a glass window. The window shattered behind her and she fell onto the shards, cutting up the backs of her arms and legs, and still the youma advanced. Blood seeped out of the gash along her waist as she pressed a gloved hand against it, looking up at the oncoming youma detachedly—it was almost like an out-of-body experience to the silvery-blonde haired girl.

Laughing manically, the monster jumped high in the air, clearing six feet of pavement—

"BURNING MANDALA!"

Rings of fire surrounded the youma in mid-air as the rest of the other Senshi appeared.

Venus erupted with, "Lovely Chain, Encircle!" A golden chain with hearts for links surged out of her hands, wrapping around the monster and trapped it as she brought it down full-force into the ground.

All the while, Sailor Moon had slowly sat up in the glassy remnants of the window, eyes half-filled with tears of self-disgust. She stood and sprinted her way towards the youma, whipping out her Moon Scepter from its place in her subspace pocket.

"Gee, Sailor Moon, think you can get any slower?" Sailor Mars rolled her eyes, sticking up her nose as she watched her friend approach the youma, Scepter held above her head.

The cutting words, though usually it was part of their banter, seemed to strike Sailor Moon hard. Her mouth was dry and her legs were weak from the battle and her side burned as the blood dripped down her side. Normally she would have just shouted back at Mars and told the pyro to shut up, but tonight it seemed that the sarcasm truly sunk into her skin. It hurt. She knew she was slow, that her attacks were only good for when the youma would be tied down, but the truth of it pained her.

Glancing at Sailor Venus and Mercury, she missed the uncertain frown that crossed Mars' features from the lack of her own reply.

Venus was grinning, smirking almost while Mercury was bent over Jupiter, scanning her with her mini-computer to check to make sure she was okay.

During the pig-tailed blonde's hesitation, though, the energy-draining monster had recovered, hurling out half a dozen of the knives at Sailor Moon at stunning speed.

She could have jumped away, but for some reason, her mind took this as a sick way of atonement for not being faster. For not being stronger for her Senshi. For not being better. Her cerulean eyes, weary, closed as she dropped her arm from its position in the air. Her Scepter clattered as it fell to the ground.

Sailor Moon felt the wind blow through her pigtails, felt – a man's arms around her waist? She opened her eyes to see Tuxedo Kamen glaring at her, his eyes an icy dark blue as he picked her up and jumped away to safety.

"Are you trying to kill yourself, Sailor Moon? Pull yourself together!" His harsh words left her cold and his aloof gaze left an ache in her heart. Dropping her haphazardly, he snarled, "Dust her, now." He shoved the Moon Scepter into her hands before she could say anything, and disappeared into the shadows.

With tears trekking paths down her pale cheeks, she said the words softly.

"Moon princess halation." Crescent moons and blasts of energy shot out of her scepter at the dull words, eliminating the youma from the Senshi's presence. Dusted.

Usagi hadn't noticed that she'd stopped in the middle of the sidewalk, or that she'd dropped her black briefcase, or that a tear had plopped onto the briefcase. Her eyes had lost the shine they usually held as she picked up her briefcase and ran for her school when she heard the tardy bells tolling in the distance.

And just when she'd thought she'd show up early, too, for once.


Sakurada Haruna was just starting to take role when a frenzy of blonde hair, blue and white uniform, and dust came slamming through the door, catching her breath.

"Tsukino Usagi." Sakurada-sensei's expression morphed into a frown as she tapped her fingers on the desk.

"Yes, Sakurada-sensei, here." Face flushed from both the run and the embarrassment of being late yet again, Usagi meekly made her way towards her seat, surprised that Sakurada-sensei hadn't already ordered her to stand out in the hall. She must have—

"I have big news to tell you." Sakurada-sensei turned from looking at Usagi to take in the whole class.

Most of the boys snickered, assuming that Sakurada-sensei had another date and would be leaving class early.

"There will be a program run this year throughout the schools of Tokyo. This program will send a limited number of this district's students to America. Any student who wishes to attend the program's orientation may do so. However, know that the exchange program will be held with some of America's finest private and public schools. All expenses will be paid as this is for educational purposes." Sakurada-sensei picked up a packet of brochures and gave them to Ami, a petite blue-haired girl, to hand out. "Understand that to enroll in this program you must be able to pass an English test as well as have my recommendation. So no slackers will be admitted, obviously. Parents will be notified and their consent will be needed." She turned sharply and tapped her desk with a ruler. "Now then, everyone who would like to try for this exchange program, please raise your hands."

Usagi was surprised at this turn of events and thought brightly of the chance to leave behind her duties and responsibilities. But, no, that would never be possible. She was the Moon Princess as well as the leader of the Sailor Senshi. She could never leave her Senshi. She would always have to return. But…

She toyed with the brochure in her hands, flipping through the pages. But, it was only for a year, right? And she could always teleport if they needed her. However, the teleportation would also drain her of most of her energy, but it couldn't be that bad.

Glancing at Ami, Minako, and Makoto, she wondered if they would want to take the chance. Ami would certainly be able to go if she chose to. Her studies were great, but her spoken English was horrendous, even if her written was fantastic. Mako, on the other hand was a loss, period. Mina, however, could go. She spoke and wrote well enough, even if her head was just as in the clouds as Usagi's.

But to be free of the Senshi and… of memories. Memories of him.

She raised her hand and that received a gasp of disbelief from some of her fellow classmates, Senshi included.


The Senshi stared at one another incredulously, practically half out of their chairs to stop Usagi as Sakurada-sensei left with her and the rest of the students who wanted to try out for the program. They couldn't believe that their leader would do that. What was there for her in America but an unknown language and a loss of direction? She couldn't possibly understand what she was asking to get in to.

They settled down, knowing that Usagi wouldn't be able to get into the program. Sure that she couldn't. After all, they all knew her grades were far from the best – closer to the worst, actually – and Sakurada-sensei would most likely never give her the recommendation, and Usagi speaking English? The poor girl wouldn't last a minute in America with the lack of knowledge to speak a completely different language. She would be utterly helpless without them.

Smiling at one another, all apparently reaching the same conclusion, they waited for the return of their teacher and fellow Senshi.

Sakurada Haruna rubbed the bridge of her nose, looking at the mismatched group of three students. One was a jock, Tatsuha, clearly bent on going to America for his passion of basketball. Gurio, the class dweeb, was spouting off a fact about North America's passion for football and the percentage of people who died each year from a strain of flu they caught while out in the rain. And the last, of course, had to be Usagi. Usagi who didn't have even a degree of interest, so it seemed, for school activities. Who always showed up late and tired, or with manga stuck between her textbooks during class.

"All right. So then." She looked at the three students again. Why couldn't Ami have raised her hand?

"Sensei, I was just wondering how long the exchange program would be and if it would interfere with the high school of my choice? You know, entrance exams are coming up, and I want to know if I still have to take them." Gurio asked, his nasally voice grating on Haruna's nerves. He adjusted his glasses, pushing them back up his nose as he looked up at his brunette teacher.

"Umino Gurio, I will explain it all." Haruna consulted a notebook she had in her hands then looked back at the three, bent her head to scribble something in, then looked back up.

"All right. The program will last however long your associate families will consent to keep you as well as if your grades are kept up. You will start school their as a tenth grader, the equivalent of our level one for high school. You will be judged by select members of the school's faculty, and if they deem you able enough to stay on for another year, you are given the choice. Should your grades fall or should you give your associate family any degree of trouble, you may be sent back here at the end of the year with final entrance exams to complete and to begin high school here at level one."

Usagi gaped. This would be tough, she could see. Her grades had to be kept up? She had enough trouble attaining and keeping her C's! Much less A's or B's. Doubts clouded her mind as she looked at the other two boys.

"Also, if you are given a choice to stay there, and decide to leave, you will take an exam at the school you wish to attend here in Tokyo, on the subjects you took in the American school. If you pass, you may attend that school, so long as it is within the city of Tokyo."

Gurio opened his mouth and was cut off again with a stern look from Sakurada-sensei.

"I will now take you one by one to talk to. Remember that this year, although it may soon be over, will be critical for you. Your records and files will be drawn and you will have to take a test as well as receive my recommendation. So, I don't suggest you three start any mischief which will land you in trouble. Understood?"

All three of them gave a chorus of murmured, "Yes, Sensei."


Usagi was last of the three to speak with her teacher. As Gurio came around the corner, he motioned for Usagi to go see Sakurada-sensei. She went quickly, glancing back to see Gurio enter their classroom.

"So, Usagi, tell me why you want to go to America? I will begin our 'interview' from there." Sakurada-sensei was sitting on a bench, a pen at the ready and her notebook on her lap, looking up at Usagi.

Sitting down next to Sakurada-sensei, the petite girl thought of her answer carefully.

Her thoughts turned bitter when she realized why she wanted to go to America. A new beginning where people knew nothing of her past. Where she could become who and what she really was on the inside without others setting her down or remarking snidely about the change and how it "really wasn't like her". She could enter a new environment that lacked the cold attitude she sometimes received from her Senshi and from him.

"Well, I would like to have a new start. I know my grades haven't been the best, but I truly wish to change. And… I feel stifled here in Tokyo by my friends and family who think my habits will never alter, and only expect my best to be my worst… even if they do encourage me." Her pale complexion turned a bit paler as her eyes turned sad.

"I see." Sakurada-sensei's expression softened as she looked at the blonde girl before her. True, it was hard to rise higher and become what you wished you could be when others were already used to and even expecting you only to do the worst.

Apparently Usagi never showed off her English scores, either, or most of her friends and classmates would be surprised. The only other student who had as high of an English score most of the time was Minako.

"And do you think you could make a difference with your grades and behavior in an American school?" She watched the expressions on Usagi's face change from apprehension to excitement.

"Y-yes, I think I can. Sensei, I really think I could change, if I was given the chance and no one knew the old me." Usagi gripped one of the ends of her pigtails tightly as she answered.

Haruna made up her mind as she wrote out Usagi's name on the form on top of her notebook and handed it to Usagi. Smoothing the wrinkles from her pink skirt, she smiled at the younger girl.

"Usagi, this is the form your parents will need to sign. I'll wish you luck on that English exam." Her lips quirked at the stunned expression on Usagi's face, which soon mirrored her own when the younger girl caught the teacher in a tight hug and whispered a small thank you.

Usagi got up, folding the paper. "Thank you for this chance, Sakurada-sensei. I won't let you down." She spun around, pigtails flying, and ran back to the class, a prouder step to her run.


"You… WHAT!" The fiery Shinto priestess waved her broomstick at the blonde. "How could you, Usa! Wh-what kind of a princess are you? Much less a leader, no a Senshi!" The raven-haired girl snarled, turning red in the face as she clutched her broom in white-knuckled fists.

"I have decided to enroll in the program and to attend a school in America. Is that so hard to understand, Rei?" Her usually radiant sapphire eyes had dulled when she reached the temple to announce her decision at their afternoon Senshi meeting.

"No, that is not hard to understand from you at all, Usagi." Rei's violet eyes shone hotly. "I will not let you shirk your responsibility and duty as our leader! You must understand that you're entertaining a child's notions, a child's dreams. You're being selfish by wanting to run out on us! What did you think you could do in America? Become the world-renown Senshi of America! And what would you do with the school there? You can hardly walk let alone speak a full sentence of English!" She stalked towards the wary blonde, dropping the broom to shake Usagi by the shoulders. "Why can't you see that you are needed here? Your duty is to us, your Senshi!"

Ami cut in hesitantly, not wanting to get in between the two hot-headed teenagers. "However, Rei, shouldn't this be Usa's choice? After all, it is her life." She licked her lips nervously when the fire Senshi rounded on her. Her blue eyes widened at the tirade that was sent her way.

"A life we are bound to protect from youma, the Dark Kingdom, and from her own idiocy, Ami! No, it is final. She will stay with us and tell Sakurada-sensei that she will not go to America." The raven-haired priestess picked up the fallen broom and returned to sweeping away the leaves on the grounds of the temple, her movements stiff and jerky. She swept as if the four girls who stood around her weren't even there.

Minako nodded silently, agreeing with Rei. "It's true, you know, Usa-chan. Your English isn't any better than Mako's, and you know that though the youma have been showing up less and less frequently, you are still one of the Senshi, even if you are the princess." Her reply shocked Usagi. How could any of them know what this program meant to her? None of them could, it seemed.

Icy resolve filled Usagi. How dare she. How dare they! How dare he! She was no child to be coddled or to be ignored! She was their princess, and if she had to become that princess, then so be it.

"No. It is not final. What I say will be final, and I say that I will attend a school in America. I will take the English exam. The only way I will not go is if I fail the exam or am not chosen. And that is the end of the discussion." The three girls around her turned in awe towards their leader who had taken on a tone that brooked no argument. The words of a true leader, to be followed. Inside, Usagi was so nervous that they would turn on her. But they were her friends and fellow Senshi. Couldn't they see she needed this?

Rei stomped towards her, looked down at the shorter girl and spat, "Then fail! We all know you pass more tests in the gaming room or arcade then you ever could, even if you tried, on paper!" With that she flung her broom at Usagi, rushing back into the temple.

Usagi stiffened at the words, her eyes near to overflowing with unshed tears. She would not let them fall. She was going to change, and that meant that she had to stop crying at every callous word spoken against her. The broom had landed at her feet, the handle broken into two.

Not a single one of the other girls had stood up in her defense except Ami. She looked at the Senshi who wouldn't meet her eyes, blame in their expressions for starting the fight and for choosing America over them. Even Ami.

She smiled bitterly. "Well… Haha… I guess we'll see each other tomorrow. If you need me, tell me on our communicator. I, ah, I have to brush up on my English. See you guys!"

"Usagi, wait!" Makoto shouted after her, then rounding on the other two. "Fuck, guys, now what?" Her tone was sulky and angry, though at who Usagi couldn't tell.

Usagi ran down the temple steps, ashamed that her voice had hitched on that final word, her voice cracking. Tears streaked down her cheeks. She was so afraid that Rei was right. So afraid that her Senshi would always see her for the pitiless crybaby she couldn't seem to break free from.

She ran those last steps and headed for the street, the trees and cars blurring together to form one convoluted picture. The damned tears just couldn't seem to stop. Brushing them away madly, she ran home. After all, Usagi had her parents to inform of her decision.


"Why, Usa, that's a wonderful idea. But, honey, don't you think it's dangerous? You'll be all by yourself in America. Couldn't you just stay here and apply yourself for the entrance exams?" Her step-mother stood behind her father, Kenji.

"But, Okaa-san… If I can't pass the English exam, then tell me not to. But if I can, please let me. Please don't take my chance away. Please?" Her eyes glimmered and pleaded with them until both parents finally succumbed, although her father mumbled silently about boys and bringing out his shotgun. They signed the paper, handed it back to her and she ran out of the room smiling like she'd won a full year's worth of chocolate.


It had been three weeks since Usagi had attended a Senshi meeting. With such a frosty and tense mood among the girls, she had skipped the next Senshi meetings even though Luna railed at her about them. She just couldn't bring herself to see the girls altogether and tell them she wouldn't stay, that she couldn't.

Luna and Artemis had cornered her at home a week ago, commanding in their request for her to remain in Japan. After an argument that left Luna hissing mad, Usagi had told them what she had told the other Senshi. She simply had to go to America.

But she still had one more person to deal with if she was going to go. She had to deal with Mamoru. Her Mamo-chan, though despise her he may.

She clutched the scores from her English exam that she'd just taken out from the pile of mail on the dining table, hands trembling as she tore open the letter. Her eyes widened.


Ami was in the kitchen cooking her dinner when the doorbell rang. With a white apron on and a smudge of an unknown red sauce on her cheek, she made her way to the door and unlocked it. Beaming at Usagi, she yelped when the other girl pounced on her and hugged her three ways to next week.

"Thank you so much for helping me study! I couldn't believe how much English I had forgotten." Usagi smiled shyly at her friend, scores still in hand. She passed them to Ami to see.

Ami's eyes turned into the size of oranges as she looked at the score. 97 correct! Even in her wildest dreams she hadn't though Usagi could have attained such a high score. She had thought Usagi would pass, but just barely. Although apparently she flew by with dazzling colors.

"Uh, Usagi, I only brushed up with you once or twice, telling you what might be on the test. I didn't help you earn this 97. But I'm happy to say congratulations." Still in a state of mild disbelief, she turned around to see to her boiling water, handing back the scores to Usagi.

Usagi fidgeted, jumping from foot to foot, tugging on a pigtail. Biting her bottom lip nervously, she looked up at Ami. "Well, Ami, you see, I know enough English. I guess."

"You guess." The blue-haired girl looked at Usagi with a hint of gentle sarcasm. "You guess. 97 percent, Usa, is not an 'I guess I know enough English.' It's a full blown 'I'm fluent, thank you!'" Ami grumbled.

"Well, I was born in America, Ami. I didn't completely move to Japan until I was nine, so I still know my English. I came here during summers, but I lived in California for nine years." Usagi ran her fingers through her silvery-blonde tresses nervously.

"You were… born in America?" Ami's surprise at this fact made her turn around. She hadn't known Usagi was from America, much less born there.

"Er, you see, Ikuko, Okaa-san, is my step-mother. My biological mother died giving birth to me and then Otou-san met Okaa-san and married her later on when I was two. Then Shingo came out." Her eyes crossed at that name. "My mother was American, hence my blonde hair."

Ami gaped at her friend. She couldn't believe it. And she bet all her medical books that not a single one of the other Senshi even knew this fact. It turned a completely different perspective to the way she knew Usagi. Apparently they didn't know her as well as they thought.

"So, I guess this means you're going?" Ami asked quietly.

"I'm sorry, Ami. Yes, this means I'm going. But, I'll be back for summer break!" Usagi ran towards Ami, hugging her hard. She passed her a closed envelope, 'My Friends, My Senshi' scrawled on top of it.

"Read it. It's for all of you," the blonde whispered. Usagi turned and dashed out of the apartment.


Usagi checked her watch for the third time. Mamoru would be in the Crown Fruit Parlor by now. She ran through the sliding doors to see only Motoki at the counter, wiping it down.

Jumping on impulse, she hopped over the counter and embraced a bewildered Motoki in a hug. Another hug for another friend. Sighing, she pulled apart after he finally put his arms around her in an awkward hug. What she would have given for these types of hugs during her early middle school years when she was still fawning over him.

"Is there anything you need, Usa?" The sandy-blonde man asked her.

"No. I just wanted to tell you that I'll be going to America this summer. I'll be attending a year over there for high school, and I just wanted to say good bye to you and Unazaki." She traced invisible figures on the countertop, flashing him a watery smile.

"Oh, Usagi… I'll miss you and you'll be welcome here whenever you come back. I'll tell my bratty sister you said bye." His eyes twinkled as he gave her one last hug and she said that she had to go. He waved goodbye as her figure darted out the sliding doors and onto the street.

Smiling grimly Usagi decided that Mamoru wouldn't be going to the Arcade that day. Very well, she'd hunt him down at his apartment.


Ringing yet another doorbell, Usagi waited impatiently as she heard the sounds of feet shuffling towards the door and a muttered 'hold on'.

The door opened and she was met with broad shoulders, an unruly mop of blue-tinged black hair and ocean blue eyes that filled the doorway. Mamoru. Her love. She felt a twinge of pain in her heart for their past romance, but she froze it in her mind. She wouldn't let the ache overwhelm her, not this time.

His eyes turned chilly and isolated as she opened her mouth to speak. He had been doing that since the little pink-haired retch came to live with her. Sad to see a brat of a girl latch onto her Mamoru. But she wasn't here to argue about that again.

He sighed heavily. "Usagi, do we have to go over this again? Can't you just leave me alone? Just stop trying to be someone I can fall in love with – you know there's no hope. Things are not how they us—"

"I'm sorry, Mamo-chan. For whatever it is that I've done, and this will be the last time you hear me say this. I promise." She smiled wryly before continuing. "I just wanted to come here to say that you'll hold a place in my heart, if not my mind, for our memories and for our past as well as what could have been our future. But I understand now that I cannot force you to love me, or to come to me. So… goodbye, Mamoru." She turned around, but not before he saw the heartache etched into her expression.

She fled for the elevators before he could say another word. An expression of sorrow flashed across his face as he closed the door. He had to grip the door knob in order to stop himself from running after the blonde, to stop the words that wanted to escape his mouth telling her of his drea—no, nightmares.

A pink-haired girl filled his vision as he leaned his forehead against his closed door.

"Who was that, Mamo-chan?" Chibi-Usa asked, latching onto his hand possessively.

"No one, Chibi-Usa. It was no one." He sighed as he was led back to the kitchen, looking over his shoulder at the door sadly while his own pain fell to land on the carpet in the form of a tear drop.


She had done it. She had cut off all her ties to her friends in Tokyo. She'd left a note with Naru, sorry that their friendship had wilted with the coming of her Senshi.

It was the Saturday after school had ended when she'd received her scores. So she knew now, for certain, that she would be leaving for America in a few days. She would be taking the summer there to grow accustomed to her associate family and get used to the life over in America.

Opening up her letter from the school's district head of office, she reread it. She would be going to a private school in Beverly Hills, California and staying with a James and Vanessa Samour. They had two children that would be attending the same school as herself so they would help her with the layout of the school as well as classes.

Usagi would also be receiving a monthly allowance from her parents, which she had already drawn up a budget for. She felt proud of herself, and eager. But most of all, she felt anxious. She was afraid that the family wouldn't like her, that they would notify Tokyo's district head and send her back home. She was afraid that she would mess up, klutz her way back to Japan. After all, she was a meatball head. Smiling unsteadily at her closet, she started taking out clothes to pack away. They had said it was a private school that wore uniforms, but she would need other clothes, right? And with the pocket money her parents had given her for the summer, she would be buying some new things as well. As soon as she saw what she liked anyway.

So, this was it. This was her new journey to change who she was, to become something better. At least for a year. Maybe the Senshi would appreciate the move once they saw the change. Usagi hoped.


So. That's it for the first chapter. :D Ideas for the second are already out and in the making.

Tell me what you thought? Was it too fast/slow, do you feel there is too much dialogue, or not enough? Or is it too descriptive, or not descriptive enough? What would you change? Do you think it's a believable setting? strangles you with all the questions