NOTE: We're getting closer to the end of all this 'chit-chat' about all of the characters and their 'normal lives'.
Please review and let me know what you think of this story. I'm having trouble deciding about whether Sailor Moon should or shouldn't be 'revived' as you could say. So if anyone has any ideas….
Thanks!
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It was her first day at a new high school and things where going as usual. People where being nice and polite, the teachers where being overly cheerful and helpful and yet again everyone stepped out of her way because of the rumors they had heard about here for her last few schools.
She knew that there was something wrong with her but she didn't know what. No one did. It was as if no one seemed to care as long as they didn't touch her, as long as she didn't contaminate or hurt them.
She had been depressed for what had seemed many years now. Something had gone wrong somewhere down the track and now she was like this.
Yet she sat in class just like every other student as she listened to the teacher drag on about a subject that no one understood or cared to understand. Every noise she could hear was just background music to her thoughts. None of the information actually meant anything to her.
"Hotaru?" her teacher called.
Hotaru turned her attention to her teacher who stood at the front of the class room.
"You didn't tell us what you want to be" her teacher said smiling; however Hotaru knew that this was all just a false gesture.
"A nurse" she said silently. "I want to help people get better"
She heard a few of the children in the class snicker at the comment. Her teacher continued asking the rest of the children. The boy sitting behind Hotaru tapped her on the shoulder. He then whispered into her ear "You help someone? Ha! The only help you'll ever do is to destroy the world"
Hotaru stiffened at this comment and ignored the young idiotic boy. However his words had struck a cord.
'Destruction, resurrection. Birth, death'
However she thought nothing more of it. The child was just speaking on the rumors that he had heard from the other students at her past schools.
A pain had now immerged in the pit of her stomach. At first she considered it to be hunger pains but quickly knew better. The pain was wallowing in her stomach, the pain increasing. She let out a silent moan wanting not to be heard by the other students and thus gain their attention having them jump to unnecessary conclusions.
Instead she sat through the remainder of her boring class wondering what life would be like if she had another identity, a fantasy that she had been dreaming of since she was a child.
Little did she know that at that exact moment she was being thought about, a thousand years in the future.