1 Title: Satine as a Schoolgirl
Author: Sparkling Diamond Satine
Summary: The sequel to "A Better Life", Victoria wasn't the only one living in someone else's body. Satine lives the rest of her life in (cough) my (cough) body. Will she be able to survive life with my annoying stepfather (which I still have yet to tell my mommy about)? Will she be able to withstand school at Garden City High? And the most important question…will she find a way to get over Christian? Will she find new love? And will I stop asking these annoying questions that I have yet to answer? KEKEKEKE
Disclaimer: I do not own Satine, but I own all my friends, which you will probably not recognize anyway…
Rating: PG-no need to explain…I hope
REEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAD and REEEEEEEVIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEW
Note: I'm going to refer to Satine as Veronica, because it's much much easier.
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Waking up in the hospital, the girl ran a hand through her black hair. She noticed that she has streaks of green in them. ((A/N: I've always wanted streaks of green…and since this is my story I'm making it happen!!)) She then proceeded to look in the mirror and gasped at the reflection. The face staring back did not look familiar, but she knew it didn't belong to her. She was about to rip the needles delivering the IV fluids from her arms, when a nurse came in to check on her.
"Are you all right, miss? I wouldn't take those out yet, you lost a lot of blood in the crash," the nurse said.
'Crash?' Satine thought. 'I thought I had consumption…'
"I'm fine," she said. "But, can I ask you something…what's my name?"
"Veronica Sawyer…" the nurse looked puzzled. Satine…or Veronica, rather, didn't hit her head in the crash, so she shouldn't have amnesia.
'Veronica…Sawyer??' she thought. Inside she was screaming, but outside she remained calm.
Veronica stared at the mirror and tried to figure out the sense behind what had happened. She saw the gash that had been stitched up near her chest and realized she was a lot less tan and didn't feel the usual constriction in her throat. 'At least there is one advantage to this new look.'
She couldn't wait until she was discharged from that intensely clean, yet strange-smelling white place. There was something about all the sharp, pointy objects lying on the counter nearby, and the fact that it didn't seem like the usual sanitariums in the 1900s. Veronica's parents had not come to pick her up; instead, she had a visit from a friend, who agreed to take her in.
"Hey, V-dawg!" a girl with long hair dyed platinum blond said.
"V…dawg?" Veronica asked.
"It's your nickname…don't you remember?" she asked.
"I don't really remember much…you see-" Veronica was cut off by the girl's parents.
"Erin! Get your butt out here…and be sure Veronica's okay!"
"Let me continue. My name is Satine and I come from the year 1899. I was just-" she was cut off again, this time by Erin.
"Tell me later…when my parents aren't around, okay?" Erin asked.
"All right," Veronica started feeling very lonely after being rejected so much.
"Oh, by the way, I found out that the musical tryouts start tomorrow. Are you going to try out?" Erin asked.
"Sure!" Veronica perked up. This was her chance to become a real actress. "Which musical are they doing?"
Satine didn't know that much about musicals, but something inside was telling her small things. It was as if her personality had merged with someone else's.
"I'm pretty sure they're doing Guys and Dolls," she said, twirling a piece of her hair.
"Cool…" Veronica didn't know what to say next. She just wanted to go back to Monmartre and be with Christian again.
Sitting in the car, Veronica watched the rather large houses pass by. Her icy blue eyes held its gaze on the mansion that stood in front of her. Her not-so-pale hand reached out for the doorknob and turned it with such care and grace, you would have thought she was about to enter a palace to meet a prince.
"Veronica…I would like to introduce you to someone…this is my brother, Christian," Erin said.
Veronica's ears perked up. "Christian?" She looked over to see the soft azure eyes, the flipped black hair. The figure turned around, and the face was the same. But there had to be a catch, there was always a catch in these situations.
"Some people say he looks just like Ewan McGregor," Erin said, and laughed.
Veronica's eyes adjusted to his face, and she noticed that there were some slight differences between her beloved Christian and this Christian. She frowned and put out her hand for Erin's brother to kiss.
"Nice to meet you, Veronica," Christian grinned and shook her hand. Veronica frowned again.
'What is it with this place? Everything's so different!' she thought.
"I heard what happened with the car crash. Your stepfather confessed that it was his fault you ran in front of the car," Erin said, sadly.
Christian's face scrunched. "You were in a car crash? I'm so sorry…Erin never told me."
Erin was three years younger than both Veronica and Christian. Veronica was eighteen and in her senior year of school. The real Veronica had just broken up with a junior named George, and was definitely looking for someone to love. But now that Satine had entered Veronica's world, things would change.
Veronica brushed the black and green hair out of her face and smiled at Christian. There was no doubt about it; she had just fallen for her love's look alike.
Author: Sparkling Diamond Satine
Summary: The sequel to "A Better Life", Victoria wasn't the only one living in someone else's body. Satine lives the rest of her life in (cough) my (cough) body. Will she be able to survive life with my annoying stepfather (which I still have yet to tell my mommy about)? Will she be able to withstand school at Garden City High? And the most important question…will she find a way to get over Christian? Will she find new love? And will I stop asking these annoying questions that I have yet to answer? KEKEKEKE
Disclaimer: I do not own Satine, but I own all my friends, which you will probably not recognize anyway…
Rating: PG-no need to explain…I hope
REEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAD and REEEEEEEVIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEW
Note: I'm going to refer to Satine as Veronica, because it's much much easier.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Waking up in the hospital, the girl ran a hand through her black hair. She noticed that she has streaks of green in them. ((A/N: I've always wanted streaks of green…and since this is my story I'm making it happen!!)) She then proceeded to look in the mirror and gasped at the reflection. The face staring back did not look familiar, but she knew it didn't belong to her. She was about to rip the needles delivering the IV fluids from her arms, when a nurse came in to check on her.
"Are you all right, miss? I wouldn't take those out yet, you lost a lot of blood in the crash," the nurse said.
'Crash?' Satine thought. 'I thought I had consumption…'
"I'm fine," she said. "But, can I ask you something…what's my name?"
"Veronica Sawyer…" the nurse looked puzzled. Satine…or Veronica, rather, didn't hit her head in the crash, so she shouldn't have amnesia.
'Veronica…Sawyer??' she thought. Inside she was screaming, but outside she remained calm.
Veronica stared at the mirror and tried to figure out the sense behind what had happened. She saw the gash that had been stitched up near her chest and realized she was a lot less tan and didn't feel the usual constriction in her throat. 'At least there is one advantage to this new look.'
She couldn't wait until she was discharged from that intensely clean, yet strange-smelling white place. There was something about all the sharp, pointy objects lying on the counter nearby, and the fact that it didn't seem like the usual sanitariums in the 1900s. Veronica's parents had not come to pick her up; instead, she had a visit from a friend, who agreed to take her in.
"Hey, V-dawg!" a girl with long hair dyed platinum blond said.
"V…dawg?" Veronica asked.
"It's your nickname…don't you remember?" she asked.
"I don't really remember much…you see-" Veronica was cut off by the girl's parents.
"Erin! Get your butt out here…and be sure Veronica's okay!"
"Let me continue. My name is Satine and I come from the year 1899. I was just-" she was cut off again, this time by Erin.
"Tell me later…when my parents aren't around, okay?" Erin asked.
"All right," Veronica started feeling very lonely after being rejected so much.
"Oh, by the way, I found out that the musical tryouts start tomorrow. Are you going to try out?" Erin asked.
"Sure!" Veronica perked up. This was her chance to become a real actress. "Which musical are they doing?"
Satine didn't know that much about musicals, but something inside was telling her small things. It was as if her personality had merged with someone else's.
"I'm pretty sure they're doing Guys and Dolls," she said, twirling a piece of her hair.
"Cool…" Veronica didn't know what to say next. She just wanted to go back to Monmartre and be with Christian again.
Sitting in the car, Veronica watched the rather large houses pass by. Her icy blue eyes held its gaze on the mansion that stood in front of her. Her not-so-pale hand reached out for the doorknob and turned it with such care and grace, you would have thought she was about to enter a palace to meet a prince.
"Veronica…I would like to introduce you to someone…this is my brother, Christian," Erin said.
Veronica's ears perked up. "Christian?" She looked over to see the soft azure eyes, the flipped black hair. The figure turned around, and the face was the same. But there had to be a catch, there was always a catch in these situations.
"Some people say he looks just like Ewan McGregor," Erin said, and laughed.
Veronica's eyes adjusted to his face, and she noticed that there were some slight differences between her beloved Christian and this Christian. She frowned and put out her hand for Erin's brother to kiss.
"Nice to meet you, Veronica," Christian grinned and shook her hand. Veronica frowned again.
'What is it with this place? Everything's so different!' she thought.
"I heard what happened with the car crash. Your stepfather confessed that it was his fault you ran in front of the car," Erin said, sadly.
Christian's face scrunched. "You were in a car crash? I'm so sorry…Erin never told me."
Erin was three years younger than both Veronica and Christian. Veronica was eighteen and in her senior year of school. The real Veronica had just broken up with a junior named George, and was definitely looking for someone to love. But now that Satine had entered Veronica's world, things would change.
Veronica brushed the black and green hair out of her face and smiled at Christian. There was no doubt about it; she had just fallen for her love's look alike.