The Day My Parents Died
12/23/02
Disclaimer: I don't own Sailor Moon or Tuxedo Mask *sighDariensigh* no matter how much I wish I did so please don't sue me. Author's babbling: I got this story from an old fwd. I believe in God and even if this didn't really happen, I believe it COULD happen and if you got anything against Jesus Christ then keep it to yourself, I don't want to hear it but I respect your thoughts. This story isn't gonna turn out all that great, I know, I'm suffering from writers block but I'm trying to get the courage to write a story and this is my first story so please, be gentle and if you do flame, then please tell me something that might help me to write better. I think I talk too much huh? Hehe. Just to warn you, I've only heard the American version of Sailor Moon so this is 100% not Japanese. Summary: Serena's parents died and she refuses to tell anyone about that night. What will happen when she goes to church for the first time in her life?
"Serena, is there anything you'd like to tell me?" a twenty-six year old, blue haired genius asked me. Mrs. Anderson, my councilor. She's been my councilor since she was twenty-four and since I was seven. She lasted two years when my old councilor couldn't even last one. "No." I replied. Maybe I should tell you a little about myself? My name is Serena Mei Tsukino. My parents died when I was five and I've been living in Pluto Yea I know, real corny name huh Orphanage for two years and now its been one year since I was adopted. My foster parents took one year off from work and everything to get to know me better. I don't know what else to tell you about me accept that my adopted parents are religious and goes to church. Tomorrow I'll be going to church for the first time in my life. "Do you want to tell me about that night?" Mrs. Anderson asked. Mrs. Anderson is a real nice lady but she sure is nosy. "No." I replied again. Mrs. Anderson gave a defeated sigh and told me that she'd see me next week at the same time, same day. I got up from the couch and walked towards the door. Sunday before Church "Honey, you look so pretty in that dress James bought for you." My foster mother, Katie, said. We call each other by our first names because my new parents don't want me to think that they're trying to replace my real parents. They're very nice and considerate. In Church Katie held my hand and walked me to the Bible Study room. When we got there she told the teacher that this was my first time to come to a Church and that my parents never told me about God. The teacher nodded her head, understanding and began teaching the class. "Does anyone know who this is?" she asked, holding up a picture of a man wearing white clothes. I raised my hand which started to shake and whispered, "That was the man who held me the night my parents died."
Continuing author's babbling: should I just leave it or should I explain to you the whole story? You probably already know what's going to happen or what happened if you got the fwd. E-mail me if you want me to tell the story of what happened. If I get at least five (5) e-mails then I'll tell you but I must warn you that if I do get e-mails to write the other part then I'll have to write some more. Ah-di-so? hehe. Its Korean... It means understand. But anyways, what I really wanted to say was this. I TOLD YOU DIS WAS GONNA SUK SO BAD!! OMG. I DON'T KNOW WUT EVEN BROUGHT ME TO PUBLISH THIS THING. SOMEONE HELP ME!! Luna: don't worry; you'll get all the help you need. In background calling Artemis ARTEMIS! Call the local mental home!! Artemis: yes ma'am! in the phone yes, this is the mental house? Yes, this is Artemis; I'd like to inform you on a mental girl pause yes, I understand, okay. To Luna they're on their way right now Mental officials come and carry off sugahbaybie while she continues her ranting.
Disclaimer: I don't own Sailor Moon or Tuxedo Mask *sighDariensigh* no matter how much I wish I did so please don't sue me. Author's babbling: I got this story from an old fwd. I believe in God and even if this didn't really happen, I believe it COULD happen and if you got anything against Jesus Christ then keep it to yourself, I don't want to hear it but I respect your thoughts. This story isn't gonna turn out all that great, I know, I'm suffering from writers block but I'm trying to get the courage to write a story and this is my first story so please, be gentle and if you do flame, then please tell me something that might help me to write better. I think I talk too much huh? Hehe. Just to warn you, I've only heard the American version of Sailor Moon so this is 100% not Japanese. Summary: Serena's parents died and she refuses to tell anyone about that night. What will happen when she goes to church for the first time in her life?
"Serena, is there anything you'd like to tell me?" a twenty-six year old, blue haired genius asked me. Mrs. Anderson, my councilor. She's been my councilor since she was twenty-four and since I was seven. She lasted two years when my old councilor couldn't even last one. "No." I replied. Maybe I should tell you a little about myself? My name is Serena Mei Tsukino. My parents died when I was five and I've been living in Pluto Yea I know, real corny name huh Orphanage for two years and now its been one year since I was adopted. My foster parents took one year off from work and everything to get to know me better. I don't know what else to tell you about me accept that my adopted parents are religious and goes to church. Tomorrow I'll be going to church for the first time in my life. "Do you want to tell me about that night?" Mrs. Anderson asked. Mrs. Anderson is a real nice lady but she sure is nosy. "No." I replied again. Mrs. Anderson gave a defeated sigh and told me that she'd see me next week at the same time, same day. I got up from the couch and walked towards the door. Sunday before Church "Honey, you look so pretty in that dress James bought for you." My foster mother, Katie, said. We call each other by our first names because my new parents don't want me to think that they're trying to replace my real parents. They're very nice and considerate. In Church Katie held my hand and walked me to the Bible Study room. When we got there she told the teacher that this was my first time to come to a Church and that my parents never told me about God. The teacher nodded her head, understanding and began teaching the class. "Does anyone know who this is?" she asked, holding up a picture of a man wearing white clothes. I raised my hand which started to shake and whispered, "That was the man who held me the night my parents died."
Continuing author's babbling: should I just leave it or should I explain to you the whole story? You probably already know what's going to happen or what happened if you got the fwd. E-mail me if you want me to tell the story of what happened. If I get at least five (5) e-mails then I'll tell you but I must warn you that if I do get e-mails to write the other part then I'll have to write some more. Ah-di-so? hehe. Its Korean... It means understand. But anyways, what I really wanted to say was this. I TOLD YOU DIS WAS GONNA SUK SO BAD!! OMG. I DON'T KNOW WUT EVEN BROUGHT ME TO PUBLISH THIS THING. SOMEONE HELP ME!! Luna: don't worry; you'll get all the help you need. In background calling Artemis ARTEMIS! Call the local mental home!! Artemis: yes ma'am! in the phone yes, this is the mental house? Yes, this is Artemis; I'd like to inform you on a mental girl pause yes, I understand, okay. To Luna they're on their way right now Mental officials come and carry off sugahbaybie while she continues her ranting.