Summery
He was a famous rock star; she had trouble even getting noticed by teachers unless she ended up embarrassed. He was so whiney and needed; she was grateful for anything. He got excellent grades; she could use some studying. He was rich; she was down to her last couple dollars. He had a limo; she had a run down Nova that she wouldn't give for anything. He was the luckiest person on the earth; she hadn't seen a lucky day since the last time she saw her parents. He remembers nothing of his past; she can't forget anything of her past. So what happens when that ghetto girl ends up living in a mansion with that famous guy?
Disclaimer: I don't own the song 'Here I go again on my own', that was created by 'Whitesnake' and I also don't own Sailor Moon or any of the shows characters!
WARNING: At first, Serena is a cutter. Yes, a cutter, but that will change!!! I'm sorry if you guys don't like that but she will overcome that detail!!! I promise you that!!!
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The Rich and Famous
Chapter one: Welcome to My Life
Serena P.O.V.
I looked at my report card, was I an idiot? I groaned, I did not have the time for marks like this on my permanent records. I was alone in the world and my grades were only kicking me when I was down. I barely had enough money for food! I wasn't like a normal teenager. Even though I'm seventeen I still can't get a decent running car, just my old Nova and he doesn't seem to want to work properly half of the time.
My parents left three years ago; two years ago I learned that they would never come back. They'd left me and I was abandoned. I had no friends because, well, I wasn't very social and nobody wanted to talk to the rejected, retarded, ghetto kid. My looks, personally, I don't think I looked too bad. I took as good as care of myself as I could manage.
Just because I wasn't dressed in new, expensive fashions, that made me the freak. And here I walk now, army green jeans with a black Def Leppard tee with an army green burlap bag slung over my shoulder as I lugged myself down the street to Crown Arcade. There was one really cute boy in there as a waiter, not that I'd ever talk to him. He'd probably just turn me down like everybody else did but yet he's always willing to greet me in a happy mood.
Today I threw myself in a booth and slammed my head on the table. I didn't have enough money for food. All I had left was one dollar and sixty-seven cents. The preppy boy walked over and smiled, yeah, I'm a regular. "What will it be today?"
"Nothing. I just came here to observe." I watched as a happy mother and father swung their kid off the ground as the small four year giggled jubilantly.
"Why? What's wrong? You always get a little something to eat." The boy frowned.
"I'm feeling a bit down on my luck." I answered.
"Oh, free coffee, on me." The boy walked away and came back with two cups of coffee, sitting down across from me and handing me one with I accepted with much hesitation and a polite thank you to him. Maybe all people aren't that bad….
"So, stranger, tell me about yourself." The boy smiled.
"My name's Serena, tell me about you." I answered.
"Name's Andrew." He answered.
"Andrew? Somehow that name seems to fit you." I nodded.
"Whoa, is that a good or bad thing?" he teased.
"Do you think I'd be as stupid as to insult a man whom just got me coffee?" I asked, raising my eyebrows at him questionably.
"I guess not." he chuckled as I went to take a sip.
Lucky me…. The coffee spilt right down my shirt, scorching hot and all, covering my whole chest which was really embarrassing stating the fact that Andrew was trying to wipe it off as I tried to jerk away from him. I wanted nobody touching me on my chest area. I quickly mumbled. "I really am sorry and I gotta go now! Thank you Andrew!"
"You're welcome Serena." Andrew called after me.
Great, I was going to be late again. I was going to get yelled at. It was the worst job of all though. For advertisement, it wasn't very great. It was kindda sad actually.
"Come on now to the best pet shop in town and get a pet. You can find the PUURRRRR-fect pet at Katie's Kitten Keeper!" I was dressed in a furry white suit that made me seem like a cat. In reality I looked like an idiot in a fuzz ball.
A car came by at a really fast speed and splashed water up on me that had been in this ditch type thing for like a week now and never went down, there would always be water there as long as I was alone, unlucky, and poor with failing grades to top it all off. I really didn't have time to study for anything. I was either working or trying to do as much homework as possible.
I often wonder what the good life would be like. A rich limo, money, cars, houses, and the warm cool ocean breeze you get from the porch of your beach house. Placing my cat suit back in it's proper place in the pet store building I walked back to my lonely home. I live alone, I walk alone, I laugh alone, I don't cry alone… but that's because I don't cry.
Author P.O.V. (sorry I changed the point of view on you guys!!!)
Their was only one road Serena Tsukino knew of, and that's the one she'd taken, the Lonely Road to Nowhere.
She sat on her bed and tapped her lead pencil against her chin in thought. She was quite the song creator, she always enjoyed creating songs. Some where pleasant… some weren't so pleasant… but she wasn't the nub of all things optimistic either. Her life was far from that fairy tale dream that every girl wanted. She'd never live out her dream and there was no man out there for her. She wanted to sue Disney for making every girl think that they had a Prince Charming. How wrong Disney would be if they seen her storey.
It was like a Cinderella storey, without the fairy godmother, pumpkin carriage, helpful mice, wicked stepsisters and stepmother, and most of all, the main difference, Cinderella's Prince Charming. How sickening it was to know she had Mr. Perfect and Serena would never have no such thing! It was sad actually….
She sighed and looked through her diary. If you could call the book she had a diary. It was filled with songs and the very dates she'd written them. Her favorite was decided when she wrote it two years ago. It was her very first song and she was very proud of it. She didn't have a band, she knew she never would be in an awesome band and never be able to rock up the stage like her idols, and that knew guy that was so popular…. Darien Shields….
She read over the familiar lyrics, her soft blue eyes grazing over the off white page. She smiled, even though it was a sad memory of how the song was created. It was two years ago, when she found out that her parents were never coming home for her:
I don't know where I'm going
But, I sure know where I've been
Hanging on the promises
In songs of yesterday
An' I've made up my mind
I ain't wasting no more time
But, here I go again
Here I go again
Tho' I keep searching for an answer
I never seem to find what I'm looking for
Oh Lord,
I prayYou give me strength to carry on
Cos I know what it means
To walk along the lonely street of dreams
An' here I go again on my own
Goin' down the only road I've ever known
Like a drifter I was born to walk alone
An' I've made up my mind
I ain't wasting no more time
I'm just another heart in need of rescue
Waiting on love's sweet charity
An' I'm gonna hold on
For the rest of my days
Cos I know what it means
To walk along the lonely street of dreams
An' here I go again on my own
Going down the only road I've ever known
Like a drifter I was born to walk alone
An' I've made up my mind
I ain't wasting no more time
But here I go again
Here I go again
Here I go again
Here I go again
Cos I know what it means
To walk along the lonely street of dreams
An' here I go again on my own
Going down the only road I've ever known
Like a drifter I was born to walk alone
An' I've made up my mind
I ain't wasting no more time
An' here I go again on my own
Going down the only road I've ever known
Like a drifter I was born to walk alone
Cos I know what it means
To walk along the lonely street of dreams.
Now that day seemed so very long ago. Though she remembered vividly each tiny detail. How could she ever forget? No matter how much she tried, she'd never be able to hide her past from anybody around her, nor herself, and it hurt. Her eyes glazed over with pain, sadness, and remembrance, along with a great deal of anger. How could they leave such a young girl tend to herself. She wasn't ready to raise herself on her own!
She looked up to the sky and remembered her dead brother. "Sammy, please, don't ever forget to remember me. Wait for me at heaven's gates."
Her mind came out blotched on a new page of the diary as she quickly scribbled the date at the top left corner. It wasn't a song, just a simple poem:
June 20th, 2007,
How little breaths can one soul take,
Please wait for me at heaven's gates,
And be right there to greet me through,
Just like I would've done for you,
Remember me and all the times,
Dying so young seemed like a crime,
Always forgive, never forget,
Face the truthful side of it.
And if my time becomes too late,
Please wait for me at heaven's gates.
"Oh, Sammy, I wish you were right here with me!" Serena frowned.
It was useless words. Sammy was never coming back. His dead body was just about as gone as her long lost parents. If they didn't want her, she didn't want them. She was going through so much fucking pain right now she didn't care about any fucking thing! Getting angry she launched her book and screamed at the top of her lungs. Grabbing a knife she made three scratches in her arm. The pain she felt when she cut herself would never outdo the pain she felt right know though, and she knew that. Life was so fucked up for her she was so lost and confused.
She threw the knife across the room and watched as blood gushed out of her arm silently. Sighing she walked into the bathroom, now calmer, and ran the water on cold, placing her arm underneath the sink and sucked in deep breaths. Sometimes she just wished she could stop her breaths all together and never breathe again. If she were to go to sleep and never wake up she would have been perfectly happy.
She got into the shower and scrubbed herself clean, trying to wash away all of the memories that never faded and the ever lasting pain. She knew from experience it wasn't going to make her life any better, nothing ever would or could. Climbing out of the shower she wrapped her arm in bandages and threw on sleeper pants and a long, light, baggy tee shirt. Covering herself up she thought over her life. What did she do to deserve this pain? Why her?
A bright yellow star streaked across the midnight drenched sky and Serena closed her eyes, making a wish upon that single star, hoping what she wished would come true. Waiting for happiness was just taking too long if she ever would get happiness again that is. In fact, when was the last time she'd ever felt happy at all?
Yawning she fell into a slumber, dreading tomorrow. She was tired of pain and rejection. She just wanted peace and happiness in her life. She wanted to smack herself. How could she have been so stupid as to blow all of her money on that ticket to the concert? What good was that concert ticket anyway? She'd enjoy herself one day and starve because she'd spent all of her money. It's not like a miracle would happen.
As much as she tried to escape from her past, she just couldn't. She couldn't let go of those painful memories that flooded her dreams every night and even during the day. She hated it and yet, she couldn't stop thinking about it. As hard as she tried to always came back to haunt her. Every night she wished for a better life, but that never came true. The one thing she never wished for? To be somebody else.
She never would want to be somebody else, even if it meant escaping this horrible life. As terrible and harsh as life can get, she learned to just keep moving. She would rather be hated for who she was than loved for who she wasn't.
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