Hey there! This is my first story. I've written a one-shot before, but for this I plan on making it as many chapters as I can. I have a general idea where this is going and I would appreciate constructive criticism. But please be kind! If you have any suggestions feel free to PM me. Rated M for Swearing, some violence, sexual humor and situations. Now on to the story ! (:
Standard disclaimer: I do not own or claim to own Sailor Moon.
"But mom!", Serena whined, "I don't want to move! We've lived here as long as I can remember and out of the blue you just want to up and leave?"
"Serena honey, this will be good for you! You can make new friends – you can start over. You would have a clean slate." Her mother said anxiously. "You can still talk to your old friends and they can visit whenever, but your father and I think Madison Prep would be great for your future"
"Mom you can't do this! I don't want to make new friends, I don't want a clean slate, and I don't want to start over!" She exclaimed.
"Im sorry sweetie, but we have already bought a house near the school." She turned away, "There's boxes in the garage, Help yourself. We leave in one week." And on that final note she walked out of the room.
Serena waited until the door was shut before collapsing onto her bed and bawling her eyes out.
"What am I going to do Luna? I can't leave the girls, were a team. I can't do it alone, im not strong enough." She choked out.
Luna looked sympathetically at her. "You are strong Serena. You're the strongest person I know."
Serena looked at her with watery eyes. "Really?"
"Yes, you can do this. I believe in you"
Serena smiled and lay down, falling asleep quickly.
Even Luna shed a few tears that night.
The week went by too quickly as Serena savored the last moments with her friends. The good-bye was harder than she expected, as they hugged her tightly, each one whispering words of encouragement, before finally pulling back to reveal tear streaked faces.
Raye's shoulders squared and her eyes hardened. "You'll see us sooner than you can say Sailor Mars!"
They laughed as Mina turned red. "It's supposed to be Sailor V; the game was named after me not you!"
But that was three days ago, now she was in her car following the three moving trucks and her second car that was hitched to the back of the last one. She didn't trust the men in the moving trucks with her baby pink Bugatti, so she drove that and she hitched her BMW to the truck instead.
She would miss New York, but maybe. Just maybe, Beverly Hills wouldn't be so bad.
She arrived early Thursday morning, driving through expensive neighborhoods on her way to her new house. Sure New York was nice, but the Big Apple had nothing on Beverley Hills. Each house was detailed with elegant architecture. Every style you could think of this place seemed to have.
She drove into a subdivision named Brighton Manor, following the winding roads until coming to a cul-de-sac towards the back of Brighton Manor.
A cream colored stucco style mansion sat dead ahead. Emerald vines inched up the walls and up a tower that protruded from the left side. Tall trees dotted the lawn and thick red rose bushes grew on the left side of the house. A lattice work of vines worked their way around the balcony of the tower, creating a fairytale look. Grey shutters decorated the windows.
She was pleased; at least she was living in a nice house. But she would leave this place behind in a heartbeat to go back to her friends. She parked in the substantial driveway and walked into the house.
The first thing she saw was a lobby with stark white marble floors that continued up a grand staircase that twisted gently. Beige walls grew from the impressive floors, to crown molding that separated the wall and the vaulted ceiling which a crystal chandelier hung from. Despite the wall color every room was similar and in the hallways and the bedrooms there was shaggy tan carpet. The kitchen was super modern, with stainless steel appliances, granite countertops, and a huge sink. Three bedrooms were down stairs, which included the master, each with their own bathroom.
Upstairs the shaggy carpet continued throughout the hallways and the bedrooms. Five bedrooms and a loft made up the second level. At the very end, of the very long hallway, double doors caught her attention. She walked toward them, on the way, noticing each bedroom she passed was quite large. She opened the doors and found the most enchanting room.
The walls were a light grey and the room was spacious. It seemed to have a place to fit her desk, vanity, wardrobe, bed, nightstands and her dresser perfectly .Three doors emerged from the walls. The furthest one on the right was a lavish bathroom. Cream and pink was the color scheme, light colored river rock embedded into the floor and back wall of the glass shower. A massive whirlpool bathtub sat to the left of the shower. The granite counter top of her bathroom held one sink and a sizable space for a large jewelry box and decorations.
The door closest to the entrance was a vast walk in closet with the same color scheme as the bathroom. It was so large in fact, she could probably fit her old bedroom into it. An enormous mirror took up a whole wall. Shelves upon shelves adorned the remaining walls, and railings to hang her blouses and dresses sat caddy corner from the door.
The last door was an ordinary door opposite to the entrance but on the far right of the wall. She opened it to reveal a small room with a tight spiral staircase. Her curiosity was high and she climbed the marble stairs, her hand always on the railing. Just as she was starting to get dizzy she came to another door, opening it she gasped.
This was the room of the tower. The walls were a creamy yellow and ivory curtains hung down to the floor. Cushions were scattered all over the floor and several book cases were filled with books of every genre. Double French doors lead out to a balcony with vines covering the railing completely, and rose bushes were visible if you looked down. She smiled for the first time since she left her old home. Maybe things would be okay after all. She had her own oasis to escape to, and she was planning to make it fit her personality as best she could, after all she had a clean slate right?