Friday arrived, and it was one of those days that almost everyone in Ms. Mills classes wished would go away. Well, everyone felt that way, because it was a rainy, foggy day, the kind of day that smart kids liked to curl up in a huge chair under a blanket and read for the whole time, and the kind of day whenever the more popular girls headed out to the mall to shop, making sure that their junior boyfriends were going to come and pick them up in their sleek cars.
The list that Skyan had copied had been entirely correct; Skyan watched, emotion-less, as Matt Skelton managed a quick smile at her before turning back to his normal silent self. It surprised her that someone so quiet could be so high up on the "social ranking" ladder of High School, although she supposed that it had to do with one main fact: he was cute.
After Skyan dropped her tutor session with Eric, her older sister had drug her to the mall, where Skyan had been forced into dress after dress after dress that she normally wouldn't of touched with a twenty-foot pole. They were bright, flashy, and exactly what Skyan didn't want them to be. She eventually picked out something that Danielle agreed on, but wasn't too awful. It was a smoky gray-blue dress, with no ruffles or trimmings, that reached down to her feet.
"What do you mean, shoes?" Skyan demanded, but found Danielle grabbing her by the arm, and the two headed over to the section that Skyan hated even more than dresses.
Shoes were an awful ordeal, particurally because Skyan had slightly strange feet. They weren't particurally ugly, but her foot arch was high and narrow, and it took forever until they found a pair of shoes that didn't cramp her feet, and yet Danielle liked them and said they "went" with the dress. Jewelry wasn't too bad of an ordeal; Skyan walked in, proclaimed to her sister that she had found the perfect necklace, and they bought it and walked out. It was the design of the contellation Scorpio, silver in color, the stars connected by a thin twisted silver band.
Skyan flat turned-down a purse or handbag, and took pleasure only in the fact that Danielle had promised to pay for the outfit. Atleast she wasn't spending her good money on something that she didn't want and would never wear again. "You're going to look so cute," Danielle said as the two slid into the suburban's leather seats, Skyan's black hair dripping wet. "And you promised that I could do your hair, so when we get home I'm going to fix that up, and then I'll drive you over. Mom's at work until late."
"What about food?" she asked, and Danielle shrugged. "Yeah, I know that some popular guy who doesn't like me, made fun of me throughout sixth grade, and will most likely be making out with Shannon Smith during the football game is going to be absoloutely /delighted/ about having to buy me something to eat!" she said with a high voice. "Seriously, Danielle, get a brain."
Danielle smiled at Skyan, and laughed softly. "Actually, Sky, you're the one who needs to get a brain. I'm sure that any cute guy would be glad to buy you something to eat."
"Whatever."
* * *
As it was, Matt had come expecting that Skyan hadn't eaten anything, and she gladly accepted his offer of having his older sister drive them to Casa Ole before the dance, and she fought to try and get a conversation going so that she could write the paper. It didn't work; Matt was much more interested in asking her about Erin, something that Skyan wasn't too surprised about. Erin was pretty, she wasn't, and the two had somehow become best friends in the matter of a week and a half. Of course, she much would of rather had him asking questions about her.
Casa Ole provided a welcome relief from the tenseness of having Matt's older sister listening to their every word, as well as to ease the hunger pains that Skyan was feeling. His older sister had been devouring a large order of fries from McDonalds while they had been in the car, making Skyan even hungrier. Fast food was definately her main weak spot.
"I think that I'll have the dinner Amigo," Skyan decided, closing her menu and handing it to the waiter, while Matt ordered a fancy meal with a name that she couldn't pronounce. He smiled unsurely at her, and Skyan had a sudden realization that he'd been paying more attention during Spanish class than she'd originally thought.
Their conversation was light and pleasant; most of it revolved around animals and Ag, not typically what one would consider dinner coversation. "Thanks very much for taking me here," she said eventually, smiling softly. Matt was a much nicer person than she'd originally thought; he had interesting things to say and wasn't staring at Brittany Micheals, a girl who attended their school and was rather popular.
"It was my..." He was cut short by an unearthly screaming that chilled Skyan to the bone. There was the sound of a plate dropping from inside the kitchen, and then everything went blank in Skyan's mind.
All that she knew was a desperate desire to grab the necklace off her her neck. She didn't know why, or what was happening. "This isn't happening," Matt breathed softly, and Skyan had a sudden realiziation that he knew more about this than she did. "This can't be happening."
Two voices rang out at the same time, Skyan aware of nothing but the necklace, spinning in front of her as she held it by its thin silver chain. "Scorpio Power!" she shouted, and watched but didn't watch the silver necklace spin out in front of her, spiraling about until it came to rest at eye-level. Then she was surrounded by silvers and shimmery blues, her hand moving on its own accord. Everything was a strange blur, until she found herself standing in the resturant, her silver necklace clutched in her hand. She slipped it over her head, and looked over to where Matt was standing.
Or, rather, where Matt had been standing. Now in his place there was a young man dressed in an entirely white outfit, except for a midnight-blue cape that swirled about his shoulders. He wore no mask, and it was obvious to anyone who would look at him that it was Matt Skelton.
At that moment Skyan looked down at herself. She was dressed in an outfit that was quite close in looks to the fukus worn by the Sailor Scouts. But this wasn't Sailor Moon, this was life. Her life. Her dreadfully, horribly real life that could in no way have this happening to it...
Her skirt was a light blue color, as was the collar. Her bow was a soft, shimmering silver, while the main color of the outfit was a simple white, and she reached up to touch her forehead, where a tiara should of hung. However, there was nothing there, and as she brushed her fingers over her forehead, she felt no pain that might of signified a marking.
And then, in one dreadful moment she knew something that she had never hoped to hear in her life. Two hours ago she would of laughed at anyone who told her that later that night she would become Sailor Scorpio. But now she was.
The list that Skyan had copied had been entirely correct; Skyan watched, emotion-less, as Matt Skelton managed a quick smile at her before turning back to his normal silent self. It surprised her that someone so quiet could be so high up on the "social ranking" ladder of High School, although she supposed that it had to do with one main fact: he was cute.
After Skyan dropped her tutor session with Eric, her older sister had drug her to the mall, where Skyan had been forced into dress after dress after dress that she normally wouldn't of touched with a twenty-foot pole. They were bright, flashy, and exactly what Skyan didn't want them to be. She eventually picked out something that Danielle agreed on, but wasn't too awful. It was a smoky gray-blue dress, with no ruffles or trimmings, that reached down to her feet.
"What do you mean, shoes?" Skyan demanded, but found Danielle grabbing her by the arm, and the two headed over to the section that Skyan hated even more than dresses.
Shoes were an awful ordeal, particurally because Skyan had slightly strange feet. They weren't particurally ugly, but her foot arch was high and narrow, and it took forever until they found a pair of shoes that didn't cramp her feet, and yet Danielle liked them and said they "went" with the dress. Jewelry wasn't too bad of an ordeal; Skyan walked in, proclaimed to her sister that she had found the perfect necklace, and they bought it and walked out. It was the design of the contellation Scorpio, silver in color, the stars connected by a thin twisted silver band.
Skyan flat turned-down a purse or handbag, and took pleasure only in the fact that Danielle had promised to pay for the outfit. Atleast she wasn't spending her good money on something that she didn't want and would never wear again. "You're going to look so cute," Danielle said as the two slid into the suburban's leather seats, Skyan's black hair dripping wet. "And you promised that I could do your hair, so when we get home I'm going to fix that up, and then I'll drive you over. Mom's at work until late."
"What about food?" she asked, and Danielle shrugged. "Yeah, I know that some popular guy who doesn't like me, made fun of me throughout sixth grade, and will most likely be making out with Shannon Smith during the football game is going to be absoloutely /delighted/ about having to buy me something to eat!" she said with a high voice. "Seriously, Danielle, get a brain."
Danielle smiled at Skyan, and laughed softly. "Actually, Sky, you're the one who needs to get a brain. I'm sure that any cute guy would be glad to buy you something to eat."
"Whatever."
* * *
As it was, Matt had come expecting that Skyan hadn't eaten anything, and she gladly accepted his offer of having his older sister drive them to Casa Ole before the dance, and she fought to try and get a conversation going so that she could write the paper. It didn't work; Matt was much more interested in asking her about Erin, something that Skyan wasn't too surprised about. Erin was pretty, she wasn't, and the two had somehow become best friends in the matter of a week and a half. Of course, she much would of rather had him asking questions about her.
Casa Ole provided a welcome relief from the tenseness of having Matt's older sister listening to their every word, as well as to ease the hunger pains that Skyan was feeling. His older sister had been devouring a large order of fries from McDonalds while they had been in the car, making Skyan even hungrier. Fast food was definately her main weak spot.
"I think that I'll have the dinner Amigo," Skyan decided, closing her menu and handing it to the waiter, while Matt ordered a fancy meal with a name that she couldn't pronounce. He smiled unsurely at her, and Skyan had a sudden realization that he'd been paying more attention during Spanish class than she'd originally thought.
Their conversation was light and pleasant; most of it revolved around animals and Ag, not typically what one would consider dinner coversation. "Thanks very much for taking me here," she said eventually, smiling softly. Matt was a much nicer person than she'd originally thought; he had interesting things to say and wasn't staring at Brittany Micheals, a girl who attended their school and was rather popular.
"It was my..." He was cut short by an unearthly screaming that chilled Skyan to the bone. There was the sound of a plate dropping from inside the kitchen, and then everything went blank in Skyan's mind.
All that she knew was a desperate desire to grab the necklace off her her neck. She didn't know why, or what was happening. "This isn't happening," Matt breathed softly, and Skyan had a sudden realiziation that he knew more about this than she did. "This can't be happening."
Two voices rang out at the same time, Skyan aware of nothing but the necklace, spinning in front of her as she held it by its thin silver chain. "Scorpio Power!" she shouted, and watched but didn't watch the silver necklace spin out in front of her, spiraling about until it came to rest at eye-level. Then she was surrounded by silvers and shimmery blues, her hand moving on its own accord. Everything was a strange blur, until she found herself standing in the resturant, her silver necklace clutched in her hand. She slipped it over her head, and looked over to where Matt was standing.
Or, rather, where Matt had been standing. Now in his place there was a young man dressed in an entirely white outfit, except for a midnight-blue cape that swirled about his shoulders. He wore no mask, and it was obvious to anyone who would look at him that it was Matt Skelton.
At that moment Skyan looked down at herself. She was dressed in an outfit that was quite close in looks to the fukus worn by the Sailor Scouts. But this wasn't Sailor Moon, this was life. Her life. Her dreadfully, horribly real life that could in no way have this happening to it...
Her skirt was a light blue color, as was the collar. Her bow was a soft, shimmering silver, while the main color of the outfit was a simple white, and she reached up to touch her forehead, where a tiara should of hung. However, there was nothing there, and as she brushed her fingers over her forehead, she felt no pain that might of signified a marking.
And then, in one dreadful moment she knew something that she had never hoped to hear in her life. Two hours ago she would of laughed at anyone who told her that later that night she would become Sailor Scorpio. But now she was.
