"Mom, Dad! Ugh, SO UNFAIR!"
"This is the best thing for you, April!"
"A 14-year old girl shouldn't waste her time in front of the tv watching Sailor
Moon, or listening to your damn cd player with Sailor Moon playing. This is what's best
to help grow into a mature girl."
This is the story of me, April, a 14 year old girl. My parents sent me to boot
camp. Sounds bad, right? I thought so, too. Little did Mom and Dad (including me) know
that my drill sargeant was Sergeant Tsukino. My friends, too, have gotten this talk from
their parents. Their instructors were Seregeant Mizuno, Hino, Kino, Aino, Ten'ou, Kaioh,
Meioh, and Tomoe. The Sailor Senshi. Can you believe it? When I get back, Mom and
Dad'll be expecting me not to say anothing about Sailor Moon like "When is Cartoon
Network going to air the Stars eps?".
Well, Mom, Dad, let me tell you about my visit at boot camp...
When I first arrived, we all stood in a straight lime so that the instructor could
yell at us. I could see, in the corner of my eyes, that some Moonies had their hair up in
those famous odangos. Some even had short hair dyed blue, even aqua. There were
even some guys there. Now that was true Moonieness.
Sergeant Tsukino stood before us, looking at the faces of her idols. She
walked to the end of the line and stood before that person. "Who's your favorite
Senshi?" she barked.
"Sailor Senshi Uranus, Ma'am!" replied the person. I realized that the person
was blonde and had a crew cut. Sergeant Tsukino continued down the line until she got
to me.
"Who's the Senshi you admire most, Girly-girl?" I looked her straight in the
eye.
"Sailor Moon, ma'am!" this response made Sergeant Tsukino blush. And
giggle.
"You all, at ease! I'm not here to cut you down to chibi size and treat you all
like dirt. No need to stand in straight lines any more! I bet you all hated doing that when
you were little and at school, ne? Be yourselves! I'm sure your parents sent you here
because they want you to quit watching Sailor Moon and et cetera, am I right? Well,this
boot camp does nothing but train you all to be the Senshi you want to be... well,your
made up Senshi," said Tsukino. "And no need to call me ma'am. Just Usagi, kay? Now,
Ami, Rei, Makoto, Minako, Haruka, Michiru, Setsuna, and Hotaru have the same purpose
as I do. Only they have a different way of training you guys than I do. Okay, time to get
down to business,"
And so the day started by making us follow her into the library on campus. Ami
was there waiting for us. "Please take a seat at a table," Ami informed us. We all sat at
a table. Ami passed out papers and pencils to everyone and told us to write our names
on top of the paper. I raised my hand. "Yes, do you have a question?"
"Uhh, yeah..." I stammered. "What are the papers for?"
"I was going to go over that. These papers are for us Senshi to have access
to. You fill out what Senshi you want to be, your powers, and so on... Just like the basic
information that you see on Sailor Moon sites. That way, when we train you, we train you
to be the Senshi you want to be. And when it comes to graduation time, Luna and
Artemisu give you your powers to be a Senshi, as well as a transformation stick or
brooch," explained Ami. I nodded. "Now, please begin."
I glaced down at my paper. I signed my name to it. And filled out my Senshi
name, birthday, powers I wanted, and the list went on.
Now, here I am on the field in the uniforms we have to wear. Senshi fukus.
They were all the same, blue skirt, red bows, blue sailor collar, and red boots. I looked
down and realized how short the skirt was. Thank goodness it was not winter. "These
fukus are what you will be wearing during your training. Follow me now,"
Usagi led us into a kitchen inside of a building. I could see a lot of cookie
sheets and mixing bowls. "We will begin by baking cookies." Everyone looked at her
strangely. I raised an eyebrow. Usagi laughed. "Everyone should learn to bake! And I
just loooove cookies!" she squealed happily. I exchanged a look with the person next
to me.
She was my bunkmate and we have gotten to become acquanted with one
another. Her name was Amelia Henshaw, Mia for short. Mia was about a couple inches
taller than me. She had dishwater blonde hair, cut in a crew cut. Her favorite Senshi was
Sailor Uranus, but she was reluctant to be in the same barack as me.
"Okay! Now, the recipe is next to your mixing bowls. Your ingredients are
there, also. Get to work now," said Usagi.
Mia and I headed towards the counter nearest us and we went to work on our
cookies. "I wonder why Usagi wants us to bake cookies?" proclaimed Mia.
"Probally to eat them herself. Every single one of them," I answered, adding
the butter and sugar and creaming them together.
"Then we'll have a blimp for a drill instructor," joked Mia. We giggled together.
We heard footsteps heading our way. We turned and saw Usagi making her way
towards us.
"What's so funny?" asked Usagi. I looked at her and tryed to make a straight
face, since I kept imaging Usagi as a huge blimp.
"We were just thinking that it would be great if you gave some of these
cookies to Mamoru," said Mia quickly. I was relieved, because if we told Usagi what
we said, we would hurt her feelings.
Usagi giggled. "That's a good idea, since I can't make any worth squat," she
said. And she walked away.
"Wow! Good thinking!" I exclaimed. We turned back to our work. After adding
all the ingredients and spooning the batter out onto cookie sheets, we put them in the
oven.
"This is the best thing for you, April!"
"A 14-year old girl shouldn't waste her time in front of the tv watching Sailor
Moon, or listening to your damn cd player with Sailor Moon playing. This is what's best
to help grow into a mature girl."
This is the story of me, April, a 14 year old girl. My parents sent me to boot
camp. Sounds bad, right? I thought so, too. Little did Mom and Dad (including me) know
that my drill sargeant was Sergeant Tsukino. My friends, too, have gotten this talk from
their parents. Their instructors were Seregeant Mizuno, Hino, Kino, Aino, Ten'ou, Kaioh,
Meioh, and Tomoe. The Sailor Senshi. Can you believe it? When I get back, Mom and
Dad'll be expecting me not to say anothing about Sailor Moon like "When is Cartoon
Network going to air the Stars eps?".
Well, Mom, Dad, let me tell you about my visit at boot camp...
When I first arrived, we all stood in a straight lime so that the instructor could
yell at us. I could see, in the corner of my eyes, that some Moonies had their hair up in
those famous odangos. Some even had short hair dyed blue, even aqua. There were
even some guys there. Now that was true Moonieness.
Sergeant Tsukino stood before us, looking at the faces of her idols. She
walked to the end of the line and stood before that person. "Who's your favorite
Senshi?" she barked.
"Sailor Senshi Uranus, Ma'am!" replied the person. I realized that the person
was blonde and had a crew cut. Sergeant Tsukino continued down the line until she got
to me.
"Who's the Senshi you admire most, Girly-girl?" I looked her straight in the
eye.
"Sailor Moon, ma'am!" this response made Sergeant Tsukino blush. And
giggle.
"You all, at ease! I'm not here to cut you down to chibi size and treat you all
like dirt. No need to stand in straight lines any more! I bet you all hated doing that when
you were little and at school, ne? Be yourselves! I'm sure your parents sent you here
because they want you to quit watching Sailor Moon and et cetera, am I right? Well,this
boot camp does nothing but train you all to be the Senshi you want to be... well,your
made up Senshi," said Tsukino. "And no need to call me ma'am. Just Usagi, kay? Now,
Ami, Rei, Makoto, Minako, Haruka, Michiru, Setsuna, and Hotaru have the same purpose
as I do. Only they have a different way of training you guys than I do. Okay, time to get
down to business,"
And so the day started by making us follow her into the library on campus. Ami
was there waiting for us. "Please take a seat at a table," Ami informed us. We all sat at
a table. Ami passed out papers and pencils to everyone and told us to write our names
on top of the paper. I raised my hand. "Yes, do you have a question?"
"Uhh, yeah..." I stammered. "What are the papers for?"
"I was going to go over that. These papers are for us Senshi to have access
to. You fill out what Senshi you want to be, your powers, and so on... Just like the basic
information that you see on Sailor Moon sites. That way, when we train you, we train you
to be the Senshi you want to be. And when it comes to graduation time, Luna and
Artemisu give you your powers to be a Senshi, as well as a transformation stick or
brooch," explained Ami. I nodded. "Now, please begin."
I glaced down at my paper. I signed my name to it. And filled out my Senshi
name, birthday, powers I wanted, and the list went on.
Now, here I am on the field in the uniforms we have to wear. Senshi fukus.
They were all the same, blue skirt, red bows, blue sailor collar, and red boots. I looked
down and realized how short the skirt was. Thank goodness it was not winter. "These
fukus are what you will be wearing during your training. Follow me now,"
Usagi led us into a kitchen inside of a building. I could see a lot of cookie
sheets and mixing bowls. "We will begin by baking cookies." Everyone looked at her
strangely. I raised an eyebrow. Usagi laughed. "Everyone should learn to bake! And I
just loooove cookies!" she squealed happily. I exchanged a look with the person next
to me.
She was my bunkmate and we have gotten to become acquanted with one
another. Her name was Amelia Henshaw, Mia for short. Mia was about a couple inches
taller than me. She had dishwater blonde hair, cut in a crew cut. Her favorite Senshi was
Sailor Uranus, but she was reluctant to be in the same barack as me.
"Okay! Now, the recipe is next to your mixing bowls. Your ingredients are
there, also. Get to work now," said Usagi.
Mia and I headed towards the counter nearest us and we went to work on our
cookies. "I wonder why Usagi wants us to bake cookies?" proclaimed Mia.
"Probally to eat them herself. Every single one of them," I answered, adding
the butter and sugar and creaming them together.
"Then we'll have a blimp for a drill instructor," joked Mia. We giggled together.
We heard footsteps heading our way. We turned and saw Usagi making her way
towards us.
"What's so funny?" asked Usagi. I looked at her and tryed to make a straight
face, since I kept imaging Usagi as a huge blimp.
"We were just thinking that it would be great if you gave some of these
cookies to Mamoru," said Mia quickly. I was relieved, because if we told Usagi what
we said, we would hurt her feelings.
Usagi giggled. "That's a good idea, since I can't make any worth squat," she
said. And she walked away.
"Wow! Good thinking!" I exclaimed. We turned back to our work. After adding
all the ingredients and spooning the batter out onto cookie sheets, we put them in the
oven.