Title: School Love?
Author: x X Blizzard X x
Rated: PG-13
Disclaimer: i don't own sailormoon....::just the story:: ;-)
Haruka's School Life
Summer ended. Woohoo. School starts. School. Damn, I hate that word. Every American school has what students call it, the "social scale." The top is the jocks, cheerleaders, you know, the popular people. Next are the bullies, druggies, mostly the bad guys. Third are all the people that don't fit in social one and two. You guessed it: loners, losers, dorks, outcasts, teachers, etc. Well, some teachers are "cool" enough to fit in social one, which was very rare. Me? Well, its social three. Usually popular people don't pay attention to social two and three. They only pay attention to people who are cute, pretty, available, and had a nice body. Social two only picks on social three because they think its makes them strong and because social two sometimes wants social one's attention. Pretty confusing, eh? No? You're a good listener. Points for you.
Let me introduce myself. I'm Haruka Tenoh, daughter of Kokuun and Kyukon (A/N: i made it up). Sounds royal, ne? Well, it's doesn't have anything to do with royalty. I'm 15 years old, which makes me in 11th grade, and I attend at Dawn Creek Academy. I'm going to be 16 this year. I can't wait to drive. I have short dark blond hair. I'm unusually tall for a girl's height. Probably inherited from father. Since I work out alone everyday, my muscles are starting to show. Not bad. My family moved from Tokyo to America since I was five. Yeah, I'm pretty much a loner because many people think I'm weird. Father says I'm unique. Right. He has no idea. I don't have much friends because most people don't bother being friends with me. Fine. I don't care about them, and they don't care about me. It's been like that for the past ten years of my social life.
Father is a travel agent. He's going to get really busy since winter is coming up. Mother has a part-time job doing "work." I don't know what she does but it never bothers me so there. I do okay in school. There's this one person I've a crush on for years. No, wait, she's a goddess. Everything about her is so perfect, her blue eyes, delicate lips, grace, slender body, intelligence, talent, etc. Too bad every popular guy has at least one chance of dating her. Yes, she's popular and I'm not. My chances of her dating me are 1 to 2 million. Not much of a chance. I don't think she ever notices me at school mainly because I sit alone at the back of the class or she's talking to someone. Maybe this year would be different. Maybe. Oh yeah, her name's Michiru.
First Day of School:
RING!!!!!! Damn my stupid alarm clock. I was half-asleep, half-awake. I'm not sure if I was in a dream or not. I wouldn't count on it. So, I lazily went to the bathroom brushed my teeth and went back into my bedroom to pick something to wear. I was never a morning person, never going to. I didn't want to stand out or try to 'fit' in. I decided to wear a black cotton shirt which was all buttoned up except the first two and blue baggy pants. This outfit was totally normal for me. My parents didn't care, so that was okay. Their quote was, "Never judge a book by its cover." Parents. How typical. Anyways, I trotted downstairs and saw my father already gone for work, which leaves my mother making breakfast for me. Scrambled eggs, bacon, and a glass of milk. How American. I guess my mother had been working hard on trying something different. I don't blame her. I started to eat. I looked at my watch. Seven-fifteen. AH! School starts at seven forty. I ate half of my breakfast and wiped my mouth before saying, "bye mom" and running out of the house.
It takes about fifteen minutes to walk to the school. So I walked a little faster because I didn't want to be late, especially the first day of school. Yay, I finally arrived at my school. I looked at my schedule. First period is chemistry. Science was not my best subject. Last year, my partner and I blew up half of the science lab table because we made a simple miscalculation. I never did liked science. Too complicated for me. Great, I have three minutes. I either can go to my homeroom early or stand around doing nothing except watching people walk around or walk around, looking busy. I decided I would walk around and familiarize myself between these walls of education. I have been here for the past two years. Nothing much had been changed except they added a few extra rooms in the portables area. RING!! The bell rang. Most people started to separate and headed for their classes. Some rushed. I slowly went to my homeroom, anxiously knowing that whoever is in that room it the people I have to stay with for first period for the rest of my year. Great. I slowly opened the door.....
Author: x X Blizzard X x
Rated: PG-13
Disclaimer: i don't own sailormoon....::just the story:: ;-)
Haruka's School Life
Summer ended. Woohoo. School starts. School. Damn, I hate that word. Every American school has what students call it, the "social scale." The top is the jocks, cheerleaders, you know, the popular people. Next are the bullies, druggies, mostly the bad guys. Third are all the people that don't fit in social one and two. You guessed it: loners, losers, dorks, outcasts, teachers, etc. Well, some teachers are "cool" enough to fit in social one, which was very rare. Me? Well, its social three. Usually popular people don't pay attention to social two and three. They only pay attention to people who are cute, pretty, available, and had a nice body. Social two only picks on social three because they think its makes them strong and because social two sometimes wants social one's attention. Pretty confusing, eh? No? You're a good listener. Points for you.
Let me introduce myself. I'm Haruka Tenoh, daughter of Kokuun and Kyukon (A/N: i made it up). Sounds royal, ne? Well, it's doesn't have anything to do with royalty. I'm 15 years old, which makes me in 11th grade, and I attend at Dawn Creek Academy. I'm going to be 16 this year. I can't wait to drive. I have short dark blond hair. I'm unusually tall for a girl's height. Probably inherited from father. Since I work out alone everyday, my muscles are starting to show. Not bad. My family moved from Tokyo to America since I was five. Yeah, I'm pretty much a loner because many people think I'm weird. Father says I'm unique. Right. He has no idea. I don't have much friends because most people don't bother being friends with me. Fine. I don't care about them, and they don't care about me. It's been like that for the past ten years of my social life.
Father is a travel agent. He's going to get really busy since winter is coming up. Mother has a part-time job doing "work." I don't know what she does but it never bothers me so there. I do okay in school. There's this one person I've a crush on for years. No, wait, she's a goddess. Everything about her is so perfect, her blue eyes, delicate lips, grace, slender body, intelligence, talent, etc. Too bad every popular guy has at least one chance of dating her. Yes, she's popular and I'm not. My chances of her dating me are 1 to 2 million. Not much of a chance. I don't think she ever notices me at school mainly because I sit alone at the back of the class or she's talking to someone. Maybe this year would be different. Maybe. Oh yeah, her name's Michiru.
First Day of School:
RING!!!!!! Damn my stupid alarm clock. I was half-asleep, half-awake. I'm not sure if I was in a dream or not. I wouldn't count on it. So, I lazily went to the bathroom brushed my teeth and went back into my bedroom to pick something to wear. I was never a morning person, never going to. I didn't want to stand out or try to 'fit' in. I decided to wear a black cotton shirt which was all buttoned up except the first two and blue baggy pants. This outfit was totally normal for me. My parents didn't care, so that was okay. Their quote was, "Never judge a book by its cover." Parents. How typical. Anyways, I trotted downstairs and saw my father already gone for work, which leaves my mother making breakfast for me. Scrambled eggs, bacon, and a glass of milk. How American. I guess my mother had been working hard on trying something different. I don't blame her. I started to eat. I looked at my watch. Seven-fifteen. AH! School starts at seven forty. I ate half of my breakfast and wiped my mouth before saying, "bye mom" and running out of the house.
It takes about fifteen minutes to walk to the school. So I walked a little faster because I didn't want to be late, especially the first day of school. Yay, I finally arrived at my school. I looked at my schedule. First period is chemistry. Science was not my best subject. Last year, my partner and I blew up half of the science lab table because we made a simple miscalculation. I never did liked science. Too complicated for me. Great, I have three minutes. I either can go to my homeroom early or stand around doing nothing except watching people walk around or walk around, looking busy. I decided I would walk around and familiarize myself between these walls of education. I have been here for the past two years. Nothing much had been changed except they added a few extra rooms in the portables area. RING!! The bell rang. Most people started to separate and headed for their classes. Some rushed. I slowly went to my homeroom, anxiously knowing that whoever is in that room it the people I have to stay with for first period for the rest of my year. Great. I slowly opened the door.....