Disclaimer: I do not own Sailor moon or any of its characters, but neither should have DiC Entertainment, but I guess that's not my problem. Any who…here's the story.

Basically the plot of the story is Haruka is still in High School, hated by all her classmates due to the 'popular' girl. Then a new girl arrives – who's side will she choose? I know it sounds corny but the story is better than the summary.

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"Oh, shut up." A muffled voice came from underneath the sheets. Slowly a hand reached out a pressed the snooze button for a third time that morning.

Several minutes later a slender body finally raised itself out of the bed, turning off the alarm clock as it went. Standing up and stretching, the figure walked over to the full length mirror on the back of the bedroom door.

There in the reflection stood a 17 year-old, 6'2'', lanky tomboy. She ran her hand through her short dirty blond hair (which she reminded herself that it needed to get cut sometime soon). Deep teal eyes stared at the rest of the reflection in front of her. She was thin, but the outline of some muscles could be seen around her arms. Wearing her usual bedroom attire – a pair of boxers and an undershirt – some people probably would have mistaken her for a guy.

Finally removing herself from the spot, she grabbed the towel on the back of her desk chair and went off to have a quick shower before the start of school……. 'school', the thought of that place made her shudder.

After getting dressed in her uniform; she liked to wear the men's uniform rather then the woman's, the thought of seeing her self in a skirt made her laugh; she made her way downstairs from her apartment, with her back pack, to her bike that awaited her outside.

After a short twenty-minute bike ride she arrived outside of her school. It was a bright sunny day and any normal person would find this a perfect beginning to their day, but she knew better.

Entering the front doors, she kept her head down. The glares that followed her became too much and one day she just didn't want to see their faces anymore. Everyday was the same; she would make her way to her locker, with the occasional guy ramming his full weight into her side, then laughing as he went down the hall.

Then there was also the occasional trip, to which she hated the most. The one day that that had happened she accidentally bit her lip, to which it bled for about half an hour, which made her late for homeroom from trying to make it stop while being locked up in the bathroom, then that led to a detention, and at the end of the day she had a fat lip that hurt like hell. To say at the very least it wasn't one of her better days, but it was better than some.

Finally making it to her locker, she popped it open to put some of her books away from her back pack and grabbed the books she would need for her first few periods. She made her way to homeroom, to which she would like to get there early to avoid a lot of jeers from her classmates, then made her way to the far back corner to where her desk was. Fortunately for her, the desks around her were empty, but it just showed the greater distain that her class mates held for her.

Ten minutes later the class began to fill with students, most of them though would stay standing talking to their friends about their past night events, and of course gossip about any little thing they could think about. Soon enough they bell rang and all the students ran to their seats as the teacher walked in.

"Good morning, class." The voice of Mrs. Kuroki silenced every last whisper that revolved around the room.

"Good morning, Mrs. Kuroki." The class chimed back all at once. Right off the bat the attendance began.

"Chiba Dakai"

"Here."

"Arai Chinatsu"

"Here."

"Yosida Sakura"

"Here"

"Tenoh Haruka"

"Here" A groggy voiced answered back. At the same time whispering could be heard through the whole classroom. Haruka learned to tune it out though, knowing it was all about her.

"Class that's enough, settle down please!" Mrs. Kuroki's stern voice rang through the air.

"Nakamura Rin"

"Here." A high pitched voice rang through the Haruka's ears, the same voice she had to hear day after day, the same voice that wanted to make her stay home all the time.

*Flashback*

Haruka stood in front of her locker mirror, scuffing with her new hair. The anger in her face showed. She had been away from school for a couple of weeks now, dealing with her family life. The pressure became too much and she needed something new.

"Hey freak nice hair!" The voice of Nakamura Rin rang across the hallway, while her group of friends laughed along with her. That's when the rumours began.

She had to admit she was never the most popular person at the school, but she was never hated, not until she came back. It had been Rin's idea to make up stories as to why she had been away, such as attempted suicide, and the reason as to why she got her hair cut short was because she was gay.

She was half right anyway. When she was away it was tough, but not to the point where she wanted to kill herself. And she didn't get her hair cut short because she was gay, but because she needed the freedom. Haruka knew she had been a lesbian for a while now, but knew never to tell a single soul, being she went to a very homophobic school.

Still though, the rumours continued, a different one each week, and that's when everyone around her began to shun her, and left her as the 'odd one out.' Everyone knew never to talk to Haruka, because it meant permanent drop of status in the school and everyone knew never to cross Rin. Even at times some of the teachers seemed to hate her.

*End of Flashback*

It's stayed that way for over a year now and Haruka has just learned to go with the flow and deal with it in her own way. With a large sigh the bell rang and it was time for her to go off her next class.

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The rest of the day wasn't too bad, except for the regular "dyke" comment, but Haruka was way to use to that by now. By the end of the day she packed up her stuff, got to her bike as quickly as possible and rode home, wanting to get as far away from the place as possible.

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So there's the first chapter – hope you all liked it. Review Please! Ja'ne - Proz-Milo