Fate & Destiny
Chapter1: Fate
Disclaimer: I do NOT own SailorMoon.
I never really did fit in. I guess you could Fate was cruel to me and destiny was a real nightmare. There really is no other way to describe them. To this day I will never understand how a girl who always did what her mother told her, made straight A's, and basically never did a bad thing in her life have so much bad stuff happen to her. Just incase you don't believe me; let me give you the rundown of my normal with Fate, before Destiny decided to but in.
My name is Serena Tsukino. I am 16 years old, a sophmore in high school with a 5.0 G.P.A; I take a lot of advance placement courses. I'm about 5'4, with long blonde hair that stops at my knees, blue eyes, and a splash of freckles across my nose, and cheeks, I have fairly tanned skin.
A "normal" day consists of me waking up to the sound of my alarm, which is a VERY LOUD beeping that could give you a heart attack, walking to the bathroom with a bundle of fresh underwear and clothing under my arm. I then proceed to strip myself of my pajamas and jump into a freezing shower. I then proceed to step into my clean set of clothing, that are laying on the bathroom floor, brush my teeth, put my hair in two buns on both sides of my head with hair streaming down.
I then go downstairs, kiss my mom goodbye and walk out the door. I hardly ever ate breakfast mainly because I didn't have time. School started at 6:30 and I arrive at school at exactly 6:25 giving me only 5 minutes to put my bags away, grab my books, eat, and get to class. Obviously something had to give and of course it was breakfast. So say goodbye breakfast and hello getting to class on time.
I walked down the hallway rather quickly trying to get to my first hour. I ducked my head low, hoping the jocks wouldn't notice me walk by, but Fate, like I said can be real cruel. WAM! "Oops why don't you watch where you're going meatball head!" Darien said to me laughing as he hi- fived his friends.
I bit the inside of my cheek hard to keep from shouting out in pain. Darien Shields is a 6'2" football, baseball, and basketball player. He has gorgeous midnight- blue eyes I had ever seen, unruly ebony black hair, a nice muscular body, and a deep tan.
He then turned winked at me and smiled his perfect smile with pearly all his pearly whites. I wanted to die right then. I bent down to pick up my books that had fallen. As soon as I did my whole body went numb with pain that shot up and down my right shoulder and back. I then realized that my back had landed pretty hard, thanks to a good tackle, on a lock and my shoulder on the locker itself.
I wanted to scream or fight I wanted to do something to rid my mind of the pain. But instead I just got on my knees and started grabbing my books. "Hey Serena." I looked up and saw Raye and her group. "Oops." Raye had purposely jammed her stiletto into the back of my hand. I bit my lip.
She crouched down to my eye level. "Stay away from Darien." She said applying more pressure to my hand. "Chow for now." She said in a sickening sweet voice, and walked off. I looked at my hand. There was a pressure point on my hand, which was now starting to bleed. I shook my head slowly and walked to the nurse's office. "Hey Serena how's it going?" Trista, the office nurse, said. Trista was a very kind to me, and was my only friend. She was just 25 with long green hair that stopped at her knees as well. She had the upper part of her hair was in a bun and the back was down.
She had a purple eyes and bronze skin and was about 5'6". "Do you think you could fix me up?" I showed her my hand, shoulder, and back. "Jesus Serena, when are you going to tell someone about this?" She said as she gently wrapped my hand.
"What am I going to say? 'Mr. Balding some of our star players are bullying me?" I said sarcastically. "Yes!" Trista shouted back seriously.
"Forget about it. It's not going to happen. Besides no one'll believe me anyway. And even if they did, if the guys involved found out I told, they'd probably do a lot worse than what they've been doing." Trista sighed. "Takeoff your shirt." She said closing the door.
I pulled off my shirt and turned so she could see my back and shoulder. "Tell me if this hurts." She said softly. I screamed. Not the kind of scream a person does just before they get murdered, but the kind you do when burn you arm or get stabbed 26 times.
"Serena I barely touched you. I just gently ran my finger across your back. Now what exactly happened to it?" I sighed. "Darien slammed me into a locker and my back landed on the lock and my shoulder on the locker." She shook her head. "You should be paralyzed right now!" (A.N: now I know this sounds extreme but imagine him tackling her as if she were a 500lbs man.) She shouted grabbing an ice pack.
"Lay down on your stomach." She laid the ice pack on my back. I sucked in air through my teeth. She put another pack on my shoulder. "I'll be back soon stay here and don't move." She said closing the door behind her.
I never really did fit in. I guess you could Fate was cruel to me and destiny was a real nightmare. There really is no other way to describe them. To this day I will never understand how a girl who always did what her mother told her, made straight A's, and basically never did a bad thing in her life have so much bad stuff happen to her. Just incase you don't believe me; let me give you the rundown of my normal with Fate, before Destiny decided to but in.
My name is Serena Tsukino. I am 16 years old, a sophmore in high school with a 5.0 G.P.A; I take a lot of advance placement courses. I'm about 5'4, with long blonde hair that stops at my knees, blue eyes, and a splash of freckles across my nose, and cheeks, I have fairly tanned skin.
A "normal" day consists of me waking up to the sound of my alarm, which is a VERY LOUD beeping that could give you a heart attack, walking to the bathroom with a bundle of fresh underwear and clothing under my arm. I then proceed to strip myself of my pajamas and jump into a freezing shower. I then proceed to step into my clean set of clothing, that are laying on the bathroom floor, brush my teeth, put my hair in two buns on both sides of my head with hair streaming down.
I then go downstairs, kiss my mom goodbye and walk out the door. I hardly ever ate breakfast mainly because I didn't have time. School started at 6:30 and I arrive at school at exactly 6:25 giving me only 5 minutes to put my bags away, grab my books, eat, and get to class. Obviously something had to give and of course it was breakfast. So say goodbye breakfast and hello getting to class on time.
I walked down the hallway rather quickly trying to get to my first hour. I ducked my head low, hoping the jocks wouldn't notice me walk by, but Fate, like I said can be real cruel. WAM! "Oops why don't you watch where you're going meatball head!" Darien said to me laughing as he hi- fived his friends.
I bit the inside of my cheek hard to keep from shouting out in pain. Darien Shields is a 6'2" football, baseball, and basketball player. He has gorgeous midnight- blue eyes I had ever seen, unruly ebony black hair, a nice muscular body, and a deep tan.
He then turned winked at me and smiled his perfect smile with pearly all his pearly whites. I wanted to die right then. I bent down to pick up my books that had fallen. As soon as I did my whole body went numb with pain that shot up and down my right shoulder and back. I then realized that my back had landed pretty hard, thanks to a good tackle, on a lock and my shoulder on the locker itself.
I wanted to scream or fight I wanted to do something to rid my mind of the pain. But instead I just got on my knees and started grabbing my books. "Hey Serena." I looked up and saw Raye and her group. "Oops." Raye had purposely jammed her stiletto into the back of my hand. I bit my lip.
She crouched down to my eye level. "Stay away from Darien." She said applying more pressure to my hand. "Chow for now." She said in a sickening sweet voice, and walked off. I looked at my hand. There was a pressure point on my hand, which was now starting to bleed. I shook my head slowly and walked to the nurse's office. "Hey Serena how's it going?" Trista, the office nurse, said. Trista was a very kind to me, and was my only friend. She was just 25 with long green hair that stopped at her knees as well. She had the upper part of her hair was in a bun and the back was down.
She had a purple eyes and bronze skin and was about 5'6". "Do you think you could fix me up?" I showed her my hand, shoulder, and back. "Jesus Serena, when are you going to tell someone about this?" She said as she gently wrapped my hand.
"What am I going to say? 'Mr. Balding some of our star players are bullying me?" I said sarcastically. "Yes!" Trista shouted back seriously.
"Forget about it. It's not going to happen. Besides no one'll believe me anyway. And even if they did, if the guys involved found out I told, they'd probably do a lot worse than what they've been doing." Trista sighed. "Takeoff your shirt." She said closing the door.
I pulled off my shirt and turned so she could see my back and shoulder. "Tell me if this hurts." She said softly. I screamed. Not the kind of scream a person does just before they get murdered, but the kind you do when burn you arm or get stabbed 26 times.
"Serena I barely touched you. I just gently ran my finger across your back. Now what exactly happened to it?" I sighed. "Darien slammed me into a locker and my back landed on the lock and my shoulder on the locker." She shook her head. "You should be paralyzed right now!" (A.N: now I know this sounds extreme but imagine him tackling her as if she were a 500lbs man.) She shouted grabbing an ice pack.
"Lay down on your stomach." She laid the ice pack on my back. I sucked in air through my teeth. She put another pack on my shoulder. "I'll be back soon stay here and don't move." She said closing the door behind her.