Disclaimer: I don't own Sailor Moon.

But I do own the idea, sort of, since it's based off a true story. And a lot of this is not an exaggeration. I got it from the source and I would like to acknowledge her and give thanks for letting me use this for a true tale.

I'm the kind of girl you'd expect to see on top of everything, always there with a bright, friendly smile for everyone and always there being the social butterfly of the year. I'm the type of girl you'd expect to hear compliments for, with a cheerful outlook on anything that's negative. And I'm the type of girl you'd think would have a grip on reality, since I sure act that way and I sure seem that way.

I'm not.

I'm the type of girl who shows one thing to the world while bleeding uncontrollably inside, hoping, wishing, praying for an end; for someone to come sweep me off my feet and flatter me with all types of compliments. I'm the type of girl who is totally insecure about herself and anything said to me affects me like nothing else. A positive comment will make me glow; a negative comment will make me wilt. I'm damn adept at hiding my emotions, so no one knows what's going on inside.

My name is Serena Tuskino and this is my story.

It was a typical day like any other, the sun was way past shining, and was hiding on the other side of the world as its counterpart, the moon and stars, shined brightly in its place. But it was just a substitute like anything else. The sun was powerful, and it beat mercilessly down upon those who soaked it in greedily and was harsh and unyielding to those who begged for some kindness. But the moon was another story. The moon was in the sky when the sun was not, giving a softness—or a blur—to the world that is not seen in daylight. It is there to give relief to those who worked hard at a long day of work, to those who need rest from the world around them, and those who hide from the world. The night masked what the day tried to reveal. The night is friend to those who fear the light and to those who fear themselves. The night was Serena Tuskino's best friend.

Serena sighed as she rested her head in her petite hands, golden hair cascading onto her desk. Why me? Serena asked herself miserably.

Why her indeed. Why was she the one saddled with all that rotten homework from teachers that should just leave her alone? Those teachers needed lives; why else would they give out time consuming, good for nothing homework?

And why was she the one with siblings she fought with constantly? She didn't mean to fight with them, but stuffing her emotions all day from a long day of school, that went from about eight in the morning til about six at night, was enough to make anyone explode. But it wasn't just that long day of school that tweaked her and wormed its way under her skin; it was those good for nothing boys who did. They were immature and annoying and disruptive and obnoxious and irritating and immature. Was immature mentioned? It did not matter how many times a teacher would snap at them to shut up, and it certainly didn't matter how many times a teacher would threaten a student with the removal of his seat, it just did not work! And it wasn't that it just did not work, it was that it disrupted Serena's precious learning time! She wanted to learn and by golly she would not have those obnoxious immature brats taking that time away from her. Agitation swelled to the point of explosion, but it didn't matter. She would pretend, and hope, that she kept her face maintained into a serene expression, barring the downward turn of her sensual lips.

Serena dug the tips of her fingers into her temple in utter exasperation. Those stupid guys just did not learn! It was infuriating. And on top of that, or maybe just a separate case from guys, Serena struggled with remaining socially…apt. She wanted to fit in, she really did, so she'd be friendly to everyone; but there's a vast difference between friendly and friends. She was, or so she felt, friends with the whole of three maybe four people and that was it. She was friendly to everyone else, barring when she wanted to snap at the boys. Serena constantly felt like she wasn't good enough and didn't have enough friends in the school. She felt alone. Utterly and completely alone.

So, as was mentioned before it another rough day at school, with the piling of homework, annoying disruptive boys, and social awkwardness and emptiness to the extreme.

Speaking of social emptiness, no matter how many times Serena would mention lightly, though it wasn't light in her own heart, that she felt uncomfortable in social situations, her best friends would look at her in complete shock and claim with sincerity that they had no idea what she was talking about, for to their eyes, she fit in perfectly and was an extreme social butterfly. But, they did not understand the vast difference between friends and being friendly. It's not that hard to be friendly to anyone, any idiot could do that, but it was hard, and almost virtually impossible, to form that extremely close bond that time had not built, but what a vigorous friendship had.

But that was impossible. There was no such thing as a strong bond of friendship that time did not build. Time built trust and it seemed that no one trusted her.

Serena moaned and closed her cerulean blue eyes, feeling a headache overcome her. She took deep, calming breaths in and out, in order to clear the built up agitation within. Each breath she breathed out, she felt a new calm descend about her, relaxing her and clearing her of all those thoughts. Her shoulders unknotted and her stomach settled. Serena opened her eyes.

And blinked. Then moaned. The light was too bright. She liked it better when her eyes were closed, where everything was secure and safe and all nice and protected. The light shines rudely down on those who'd rather shun it. Serena would rather shun it, but the light was also a reality check and she needed to get moving with her work. With a forlorn groan, she pulled out her homework and began her work. Soon she would pack for a weekend trip that would take place the following day. Soon she would get ready for an unknown twirl of impossible, dramatic spins on her life that she was not ready to deal with. Or maybe she was. But these final thoughts were unbeknownst to her, as she struggled with completing her homework.

I know it's short, but please please PLEASE REVIEW! I'm curious what you all thought/ if I should even continue this story, so I would love for your input! I CAN'T continue WITHOUT feedback so please review.

Flamers and praisers welcome.

Can't wait to hear from you all!

Your's truly,

moonlitsfantasy