Disclaimer: I do not own any of the sailor moon characters. All I own is the plot of this story.

A/N: This idea has been floating around in my head recently for some odd reason.

I glanced at the board again, trying to ignore the fact that this would be the last time that I would be in this classroom, that I would soon be moved on the other side of the city and with someone that would probably not even give me a benefit of a doubt. Why would anyone want to adopt a thirteen year old anyway? Didn't everyone want a baby or someone they could make believe what they wanted them to?

As soon as I heard the last bell of the day I headed out of the room, not even waiting to be excused. It wasn't like I had anything to miss about this place anyway! However as soon as I neared the man, dressed in an overly tight black suit—that made him look like an over inflated tire—I became nervous.

Will she like me? Will she actually see me as a daughter?

I cursed myself for that thought.

You're a foster kid. I told myself no one is ever going to love you.

That thought was what got me, I had loved my last family...like they were my own. But did they care about me? No...I was a freak.

"ready to go Miss Tenoh?"

the social worker's gruff voice called me form my hellish thoughts.

"lets go." I answered, my voice snappish as I walked past him, though my palms were sweaty and I could hear my heartbeat racing against my ribs.

As soon as I got into the back of his car I stared out the window as an uneasy silence settled between us.

He never did like me, not even when I was small and had not wanted to leave the cemetery, not since I first reported an abusive family.

"Who am I going to this time?" I asked, trying to keep any trace of emotion out of my voice as we drove toward district ten.

"her name is Setsuna Meioh and she is a teacher at one of the local high-schools in the area." Mr. Vango answered, his voice never changing.

There goes any hope I have at skipping classes.

Resting my head against the window I allowed myself to drift into a dreamless sleep.

"Tenoh! Wake up!"

I managed to sit up, noticing that it was now dusk out.

"huh?" I asked, trying to rub sleep from my eyes.

"This is your place, you better get going." he replied, his voice still holding the same annoyed note that it always did.

Gathering my bags I headed toward the large two story house, where a tall tanned woman with long hair and almost welcoming eyes waited for me.

"So you must be Haruka Tenoh." the woman, Setsuna's voice was almost welcoming.

"yeah." I replied, listening as the vango pulled out of the drive.

I heard her sigh but then felt her hand lightly envelop my shoulder, shocking me and causing me to look up into her friendly garnet eyes.

"There's no need to be snark." she chided though her eyes held no hardness "now lets go inside I hope you like curry because that's what I made for dinner."

My stomach growled at the mention of food.

"is it home made?" I questioned though I instantly kicked myself. I shouldn't ask such stupid questions.

"of course. I don't buy that microwavable stuff." Setsuna stated and I felt her hand run through my cropped hair as she lead me toward the elaborate kitchen.

I ate what was put in front of me, which was surprisingly good. Setsuna was a good cook.

There's something that I'll miss from here.

The thought bit me again, I wouldn't be living here. However then Setsuna sighed and looked over at me.

"Haruka? May I ask a few questions?" she asked me, her garnet eyes captivating me.

"Okay." I managed to answer and she sighed.

"first off do you like this food?" she asked and I couldn't help but smile.

"its good." I answered honestly "not too spicy but not too mild either."

I could see the grin come over her face then however then the next question burned into me.

"I was thinking about adopting you besides just fostering you but I wanted to hear your opinion on it first."

I froze then, my fork dropping onto the plate as the words repeated themselves in my head.

This is your chance! But then again she could change...

I managed to nod as I fought tears

"Haruka...I'll treat you just like I would my own child...please at least give me a chance." Setsuna's voice whispered from somewhere beside of me and I turned to see her knelt to the floor beside of me.

"o...okay." I stammered, feeling her hand lightly trail over my cheek briefly before she stood up and ruffled my hair.

"cheer up and finish eating okay?" she stated lightly before returning to her seat.

Maybe she wont be so bad.

I dared to think such a thing, though every time I looked up at her and saw that encouraging smile I started believing that maybe this home, this place wouldn't be as bad as I thought.