Well this is my first attempt on fanfiction and actually, I don't know what you guys will think but I hope you'll enjoy it! Please leave me comments =) Disclaimer: I don't own Sailormoon. But bleh, it would be cool if I did hehe

At the nearing of daybreak, Serena Tsukino walked along the sidewalk, lifting her head up to look at the two beautiful eagles flying to the sun. She envied their freedom because they could go anywhere they wanted. She wished she could fly so she could leave this empty place. The subway train passed her and the quick wind blew her long blond hair. Her hand swept it from her face and she looked up at the train. In a few months, she could hop on it and go back home for the summer. Maybe enduring life here for a few more months wouldn't be so bad. She began to walk forward again, and then paused at the sight of a man. The crows squawked as they flew away.

A tall stranger in black sat alone with his back against the fence. His head was faced down and she couldn't tell whether he was sleeping or deeply thinking. As she looked longer, she recognized who he was. It was Darien Chiba, a guy in her guitar class. He sat all the way in the back and never said a word during class, but when class was over usually he asked the teacher for some more practice. She noticed he was a very good player after listening to his playing during class. She remembered closing her eyes and being lost in the music as his fingers played the chords. She had always wanted to talk to him and even felt a strong magnetic pull towards him but she decided the better of it. Her intuition has hurt her before and she'd rather be safe than stupid.

'What was he doing here? Was he sleeping? What was he thinking about?' She wondered.

Darien suddenly looked up and Serena jumped as she saw her small reflection in his sunglasses. She quickly snapped out of her thoughts and nervously looked away. Her hands got clammy and she felt her spine straighten. She was so embarrassed that he caught her staring at him that she blushed and tried to hide it by walking fast ahead. She couldn't believe he had caught her. He must think she's weird by now.

She could feel her back burning, probably because he was staring at her.

Serena came home and closed the door to her bedroom. One more hour until dinner, yet she sighed knowing she had tons of homework to do. She opened her closet to take off her book back and noticed herself in the mirror. She felt so ordinary unlike the rich girls at the school. Sometimes she wish she didn't exist. She saw her plain appearance, her makeup-less face, her unique hairstyle. She didn't know why the heavens have placed someone like this in the kind of university she attended. A prestigious university served as a household for very rich, beautiful, but snobby kids. These were the kids of politicians, celebrities, and wealthy business people. She had studied eight hours everyday for the last 4 years of her life and it was hard to face the fact that all the students she met were so shallow. Girls who were beautiful but didn't have beautiful hearts inside. Boys who didn't believe in a such thing as love. She missed her life back at home. She missed her friends, Rei, Ami, Mina, Lita, and Molly.

Serena sighed as she recalled a short conversation she heard on campus this morning.

"My dad bought me a red Porsche today", exclaimed Beryl, a beautiful violet- eyed girl in Serena's math class.

"Oh, lucky! I'm still waiting for my dad to get mine. We had to place a custom order on it because the model I want doesn't come in purple. Hopefully it won't take more than a week." Zoicite said to Beryl.

Zoicite was also in Serena's math class. "You're going to look hot in your car. I bet Darien won't be able to take his eyes off you."

Beryl smirked at the thought and the two girls voices faded as they disappeared.

Serena sighed. Was there no one in this school who didn't talk about money or what they had?

"Maybe Darien.."

"What?" Serena tossed from her bed. "Why am I thinking about him again?" She looked at her window and the orange color was slowly descending into the earth.

"He's probably just like the rest of the students. Rich, beautiful, and too good for me"

Darien sat by his bed gazing at the orange horizon. His mind was in a hundred places yet it stopped at a certain girl from his guitar class. Serena. He couldn't put his finger on why he found her attractive. She was very different, but in a good way. Her natural beauty glowed and it surpasses all the masked faces with makeup he had seen. She didn't need to stand out with anything because she was already shining in his eyes. He wanted to talk to her sometimes but there was never a good opportunity. He wondered why he liked her. Surely, many other girls were considered more attractive. They had their own hair stylists who did their hair, designers who made their clothes, and these girls were talented in many other things like the piano, ballroom dancing or ballet. But, there's just something special about Serena. She didn't come from a well-known family but perhaps a middle-class one. She was so beautiful today when she was standing in front of me.

"I must've scared her away. Maybe if I said hi.."

His cellphone rang.

"Hello?"

"Hey Darien! Guess who? It's me Beryl! Listen, there's a business party at my dad's company this Saturday! Please come and be my date. It'd make me so happy for my dad to see you."

Honestly, he just wanted to drive to the mountains and do some hiking this weekend. However, his mother has been asking him to spend time with Beryl since she just transferred to Tokyo for school. Apparently, she was a daughter of his parent's friends and when his parents just found out Beryl was going to study at the University of Tokyo, they've been inviting her over for dinner often to catch up.

"Your father's company? Isn't up in Hokkaido?"

"Dad's going to send me a jet! It shouldn't take us more than an hour and half to arrive. Come on Darien, say yes. I'll be so lonely without you there!"

Darien wasn't in the bit interested but he could already imagine his parents' reaction to his response. He sighed. Hiking or Hokkaido? He had to make a decision.