TEASER: Serena Merrick and her mother move to an Island
since Ilene has a new job there as a personnel director.
Serena's want to mve back home until she meet Darien.
He get interested in her. Now that's haven. Until she
started hearing gossip about Darien. They're just
jealous because Darien broke up with them. But
is there something they know about Darien that
she doesn't?
~*~*~*~*~!!READ ME!!~*~*~*~*~
HEY! This is my newest addition. I hope you
like it. In this fic Darien and Serena are the about the
same age. It's another alternate reality. The reason
I always write it in this timeline is because I really like
the romance, and so I don't write it in the series because
it has fighting and not mainly the romance thing going on
you know? Anyway in this chapter It's really the intro to
the fic. So it doesn't have Darien , but it will be soon. Like
in the next couple of chapters. In this fic, they are in the USA,
not Japan again. I really want to know what you think. So
Email-me k?
LOVE YOU ALL,
LoVeAnGeL
Chapter: 1
Tittle: Paradise
Author: LoVeAnGeL
E-mail: TrueLove2763@aol.com
*~*~*~Disclaimer~*~*~*
I do NOT own Sailor Moon and it's Characters.
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The blast of heat hit Serena Merrick sending
her sweating. After the three-hour sit in the air-
conditioned room in the airport, where she and her
mother had waited to change planes, the hot and humid
Miami air was almost suffocating.
"It's warm," Ilene remarked.
"No kidding," Serena said. "I guess I'd better get used
to this. It's going to be hot like this all the time on
the island, isn't it?"
"Not quite as humid," the mother assured her.
Serena thought about summers in Chicago. It could
gwt awfully hot there too. The difference was that
there was always the soft, cool breeze off Lake Michigan
to kleep the air
comfortable. Of course, on the other hand...
"At least we won't have those Chicago winters
on this island," she said.
"That's right," Ilene agreed.
They joined the line of half a dozen people
climbing aboard the small plane.
Inside the plane, Serena observed the narrow
cabin with one row of seats on each side, maybe
twelve seats in all. There were no flight attendents.
It looked more like a toy airplane than a real
one to Serena.
"I've never been on a plane like this before," she
murmured to her mother.
"The first of many new experiences," Ilene
said, in that too-bright tome that was becoming all
to familiar to Serena.
They took seats across from each other and
buckled thier seat belts. Ilene stared at Serena
anxiously. "Are you confortable?"
"Fine." Serena pretended to yawn. "I think I'l take
a nap."
"That's a good idea," her mother replied. "I just
might take a nap myself. We'll reached the island
in almost an hour."
Serena wasn't really tired. She was too
tense to sleep anyway. But it was an excuse to
close her eyes.
She couldn't idenitfy exactly what she was
feeling. After a week of packing, saying good-byes,
and leaving their home, she was pretty much
drained of emotion. She supposed that somewhere
in the back of her mind there lurked anxiety, maybe
excitement...and fear?
No, not fear. After all, she'd already been
through the worst. What was there left to fear?
There was the sound of motor, then the plane
started to move. The pilot spoke.
"This is Captain Trump. Welcome aboard
Caribbean charter flight four, nonstop to Club
Paradise."
'Club Paradise. What kind of a place would
be called Club Paradise?' Serena wondered. Well, she'd
find out soon enough...
Her thoughts drifted back to what had led them
to this moment. It seemed like yesterday, or maybe
a hundred years ago. A time when she thought her
life couldn't possibly take a turn like this.
The only home she'd ever known was an old
gray stone house on Chicago's north side, near
Lincoln Park. it wasn't anything grand, just a typical
shabby building, with tons of charm but not much in
the way if convenince. Something was akways breaking
down-the plumbing the electricity, the roof... her father
wasn't great at fixing things up. Her father was
always saying that when he had the time and the money,
he'd get around to doing some serious renovating.
But when he finally had the time and moeny,
it was too late. He was weaker by the minute. He
got sick. And was never well again.
The horror would never leave her, those images
of her after wasting away. Slowly fadinf into a
nere shadow of his former, robust self, as the
wretched disease took it's toll. He became the focus
of their lives.
Both Serena and her mother tried to resume
normal like after that. Or at least, they made the
effort. Ilene began reading want ads and
registering with employment agencies. Serena went
about her routine in a slight daze. There was
school, of course. Her friends were very supportive,
making sure to include her in every activity. And
ther'd been Tony...
He was her first real boyfriend. Sweet-faced,
easygoing, blue-eyed Tony, he was a great kisser.
Then Ilene broke the big news.
Molly could still hear those words.
******FLASHBACK******
"We both need to change. A big change.
We're like two ghost, living in the past. We can't
go on like this. We're still alive, we need to act like
it."
Serena was confused. She didn't feel like a
ghost. She was sad, sure, and home wasn't the same
without her father.
"It's a resort on an island in the Caribbean," Ilene
told Serena. "Club Paradise. It's very luxurious, it caters
to the rich and famous. They need a personnel director."
She spreads postcards,brochures, amd pamphlets
out on the dinnner table. "Look! It's great isn't it?"
This converstion happened to take place on a
cold, rainy morning. Looking at the pictures, Serena had to
admit the place was bright. With blue skies, warm and sunny.
"That's the hotel," Ilene said, pointing to a
picture. "It looked elegant, doesn't it? It has a casino,
a couple of resturants, a health spa, a nightclub, and staffs in
charge of them."
"Kind of fancy huh?" Serena said.
"Have you ever heard of Richard Thomas?" Ilene asked
"No." Serena replied. Even though she did.
"He's one of the riches men in the world. He owns the place.
Club Paradise gave many people jobs, brought in tourist and
so on, now it has much more than before. He invited me to
Club Paradise for an interview."
"That's great, Mom. So what's he like?"
"For a rich, powerful man, he's actually friendly.
Well, a little formal but very nice. He
has a son about your age. He also have some employees
with kids you age there too."
Serena listened, and smiled, nodded.
******END OF FLASHBACK******
Serena's eyes jerked open, and she found herself
back in the present. She turned toward the
window, and watched as they began to float down
onto their furture.
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TO BE CONTINUED. . . . . . . . . . . .
Author's note:
So What do you think of it so far?
Should I continue it?
E-Mail: TrueLove2763@aol.com
since Ilene has a new job there as a personnel director.
Serena's want to mve back home until she meet Darien.
He get interested in her. Now that's haven. Until she
started hearing gossip about Darien. They're just
jealous because Darien broke up with them. But
is there something they know about Darien that
she doesn't?
~*~*~*~*~!!READ ME!!~*~*~*~*~
HEY! This is my newest addition. I hope you
like it. In this fic Darien and Serena are the about the
same age. It's another alternate reality. The reason
I always write it in this timeline is because I really like
the romance, and so I don't write it in the series because
it has fighting and not mainly the romance thing going on
you know? Anyway in this chapter It's really the intro to
the fic. So it doesn't have Darien , but it will be soon. Like
in the next couple of chapters. In this fic, they are in the USA,
not Japan again. I really want to know what you think. So
Email-me k?
LOVE YOU ALL,
LoVeAnGeL
Chapter: 1
Tittle: Paradise
Author: LoVeAnGeL
E-mail: TrueLove2763@aol.com
*~*~*~Disclaimer~*~*~*
I do NOT own Sailor Moon and it's Characters.
------------------------------------------------------------------
The blast of heat hit Serena Merrick sending
her sweating. After the three-hour sit in the air-
conditioned room in the airport, where she and her
mother had waited to change planes, the hot and humid
Miami air was almost suffocating.
"It's warm," Ilene remarked.
"No kidding," Serena said. "I guess I'd better get used
to this. It's going to be hot like this all the time on
the island, isn't it?"
"Not quite as humid," the mother assured her.
Serena thought about summers in Chicago. It could
gwt awfully hot there too. The difference was that
there was always the soft, cool breeze off Lake Michigan
to kleep the air
comfortable. Of course, on the other hand...
"At least we won't have those Chicago winters
on this island," she said.
"That's right," Ilene agreed.
They joined the line of half a dozen people
climbing aboard the small plane.
Inside the plane, Serena observed the narrow
cabin with one row of seats on each side, maybe
twelve seats in all. There were no flight attendents.
It looked more like a toy airplane than a real
one to Serena.
"I've never been on a plane like this before," she
murmured to her mother.
"The first of many new experiences," Ilene
said, in that too-bright tome that was becoming all
to familiar to Serena.
They took seats across from each other and
buckled thier seat belts. Ilene stared at Serena
anxiously. "Are you confortable?"
"Fine." Serena pretended to yawn. "I think I'l take
a nap."
"That's a good idea," her mother replied. "I just
might take a nap myself. We'll reached the island
in almost an hour."
Serena wasn't really tired. She was too
tense to sleep anyway. But it was an excuse to
close her eyes.
She couldn't idenitfy exactly what she was
feeling. After a week of packing, saying good-byes,
and leaving their home, she was pretty much
drained of emotion. She supposed that somewhere
in the back of her mind there lurked anxiety, maybe
excitement...and fear?
No, not fear. After all, she'd already been
through the worst. What was there left to fear?
There was the sound of motor, then the plane
started to move. The pilot spoke.
"This is Captain Trump. Welcome aboard
Caribbean charter flight four, nonstop to Club
Paradise."
'Club Paradise. What kind of a place would
be called Club Paradise?' Serena wondered. Well, she'd
find out soon enough...
Her thoughts drifted back to what had led them
to this moment. It seemed like yesterday, or maybe
a hundred years ago. A time when she thought her
life couldn't possibly take a turn like this.
The only home she'd ever known was an old
gray stone house on Chicago's north side, near
Lincoln Park. it wasn't anything grand, just a typical
shabby building, with tons of charm but not much in
the way if convenince. Something was akways breaking
down-the plumbing the electricity, the roof... her father
wasn't great at fixing things up. Her father was
always saying that when he had the time and the money,
he'd get around to doing some serious renovating.
But when he finally had the time and moeny,
it was too late. He was weaker by the minute. He
got sick. And was never well again.
The horror would never leave her, those images
of her after wasting away. Slowly fadinf into a
nere shadow of his former, robust self, as the
wretched disease took it's toll. He became the focus
of their lives.
Both Serena and her mother tried to resume
normal like after that. Or at least, they made the
effort. Ilene began reading want ads and
registering with employment agencies. Serena went
about her routine in a slight daze. There was
school, of course. Her friends were very supportive,
making sure to include her in every activity. And
ther'd been Tony...
He was her first real boyfriend. Sweet-faced,
easygoing, blue-eyed Tony, he was a great kisser.
Then Ilene broke the big news.
Molly could still hear those words.
******FLASHBACK******
"We both need to change. A big change.
We're like two ghost, living in the past. We can't
go on like this. We're still alive, we need to act like
it."
Serena was confused. She didn't feel like a
ghost. She was sad, sure, and home wasn't the same
without her father.
"It's a resort on an island in the Caribbean," Ilene
told Serena. "Club Paradise. It's very luxurious, it caters
to the rich and famous. They need a personnel director."
She spreads postcards,brochures, amd pamphlets
out on the dinnner table. "Look! It's great isn't it?"
This converstion happened to take place on a
cold, rainy morning. Looking at the pictures, Serena had to
admit the place was bright. With blue skies, warm and sunny.
"That's the hotel," Ilene said, pointing to a
picture. "It looked elegant, doesn't it? It has a casino,
a couple of resturants, a health spa, a nightclub, and staffs in
charge of them."
"Kind of fancy huh?" Serena said.
"Have you ever heard of Richard Thomas?" Ilene asked
"No." Serena replied. Even though she did.
"He's one of the riches men in the world. He owns the place.
Club Paradise gave many people jobs, brought in tourist and
so on, now it has much more than before. He invited me to
Club Paradise for an interview."
"That's great, Mom. So what's he like?"
"For a rich, powerful man, he's actually friendly.
Well, a little formal but very nice. He
has a son about your age. He also have some employees
with kids you age there too."
Serena listened, and smiled, nodded.
******END OF FLASHBACK******
Serena's eyes jerked open, and she found herself
back in the present. She turned toward the
window, and watched as they began to float down
onto their furture.
------------------------------------------------------------------
TO BE CONTINUED. . . . . . . . . . . .
Author's note:
So What do you think of it so far?
Should I continue it?
E-Mail: TrueLove2763@aol.com