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Sailor Moon is copyright © 1992 Naoko Takeuchi/Kodansha, TOEI Animation. English Language Adaptation © 1995 DiC
Entertainment. If it is own by anyone else I'm sorry I didn't put it on...All I know is I don't own the show. Note: I'm sorry Terra Elizabeth I didn't know...umm...could you wait until this weekend for me to change it...I have a major exam this week...and the school is like we have to do good...it will count on our semester grade...so I'll change it them...I'll continue to use Terra in my writting until I change it on Saturday...I really am sorry...
Thank you all for reading my story...I am eternally grateful...
New Life or Not
Chapter 16
By SolarBlueRose
"Serenity?" said the man inquiringly.
"Hades," I said flatly. What is he doing on Earth's plain? He should be down in the underworld. The problem
here on Earth cannot be that serious that it calls for another God besides the protector, me.
"Well, well, well Serenity returns to Earth. What are you doing here?" he looks at me with an unreadable
expression.
Whenever he looks like that it has to be bad. He is always a open book. "Dear Uncle, what has brought YOU to
Earth?" I asked back. He knows why I'm on Earth. I want to know why he is on Earth.
"Sweet niece, I am here because the is trouble coming and I am needed here. I am here to help you."
"Can we talk about this later? I need to register for school, so no one suspects anything unusual."
"Ok, we will talk about this at 11:33 at your house," he replies and then walks away and disappears in the
crowd.
That meeting with Hades just spooked me. Now I know something is really wrong. I just hope everything turns
out right in the end or it will mean the end of the universe.
When I arrive at the school a wave of old memories fill me. I see a girl with red hair, Molly, and I eating our
lunch out by a cherry blossom tree. Another flash of a boy with brown hair and thick glasses, Melvin, coming up behind
me with a a note pad and babbling about the days gossip. I miss them and I will see them soon.
I walk into the school and go to the main office and register. I waved my hand and I put my name in the city
record and the Tokyo School Directory. I watch as the teacher pulls up my record. He looks surprised. I wonder what my
magic did.
"It seems Miss Cosmo you have quite an exceptional record. It seems you have all A's and a 5.714 GPA. That is
incredible. It seems you are a senior, I notice this year's class listing and you have AP Biology, AP English, AP Calculus,
AP French, AP Anatomy, psychology, and Performing Arts. Well normally you have to get signed into the class, but since
you have already started in these classes in another school, I'll let you have them here," a rather tall Asian man said.
"I thank you," I replied. I wasn't really paying attention to him. I was looking around the room at the items he
has. There were a bunch of pictures of students and family. He is a rather sentimental man; it's nice to know that there is
a guy out there that is in touch with his feelings.
I leave the room and walk down the long narrow hallway. There are a lot of people I remember. They stare at
me, but don't know who I am. I wish I could tell them. I want to laugh with them; talk with them.
Sailor Moon is copyright © 1992 Naoko Takeuchi/Kodansha, TOEI Animation. English Language Adaptation © 1995 DiC
Entertainment. If it is own by anyone else I'm sorry I didn't put it on...All I know is I don't own the show. Note: I'm sorry Terra Elizabeth I didn't know...umm...could you wait until this weekend for me to change it...I have a major exam this week...and the school is like we have to do good...it will count on our semester grade...so I'll change it them...I'll continue to use Terra in my writting until I change it on Saturday...I really am sorry...
Thank you all for reading my story...I am eternally grateful...
New Life or Not
Chapter 16
By SolarBlueRose
"Serenity?" said the man inquiringly.
"Hades," I said flatly. What is he doing on Earth's plain? He should be down in the underworld. The problem
here on Earth cannot be that serious that it calls for another God besides the protector, me.
"Well, well, well Serenity returns to Earth. What are you doing here?" he looks at me with an unreadable
expression.
Whenever he looks like that it has to be bad. He is always a open book. "Dear Uncle, what has brought YOU to
Earth?" I asked back. He knows why I'm on Earth. I want to know why he is on Earth.
"Sweet niece, I am here because the is trouble coming and I am needed here. I am here to help you."
"Can we talk about this later? I need to register for school, so no one suspects anything unusual."
"Ok, we will talk about this at 11:33 at your house," he replies and then walks away and disappears in the
crowd.
That meeting with Hades just spooked me. Now I know something is really wrong. I just hope everything turns
out right in the end or it will mean the end of the universe.
When I arrive at the school a wave of old memories fill me. I see a girl with red hair, Molly, and I eating our
lunch out by a cherry blossom tree. Another flash of a boy with brown hair and thick glasses, Melvin, coming up behind
me with a a note pad and babbling about the days gossip. I miss them and I will see them soon.
I walk into the school and go to the main office and register. I waved my hand and I put my name in the city
record and the Tokyo School Directory. I watch as the teacher pulls up my record. He looks surprised. I wonder what my
magic did.
"It seems Miss Cosmo you have quite an exceptional record. It seems you have all A's and a 5.714 GPA. That is
incredible. It seems you are a senior, I notice this year's class listing and you have AP Biology, AP English, AP Calculus,
AP French, AP Anatomy, psychology, and Performing Arts. Well normally you have to get signed into the class, but since
you have already started in these classes in another school, I'll let you have them here," a rather tall Asian man said.
"I thank you," I replied. I wasn't really paying attention to him. I was looking around the room at the items he
has. There were a bunch of pictures of students and family. He is a rather sentimental man; it's nice to know that there is
a guy out there that is in touch with his feelings.
I leave the room and walk down the long narrow hallway. There are a lot of people I remember. They stare at
me, but don't know who I am. I wish I could tell them. I want to laugh with them; talk with them.