Disclaimer: Me no own Sailor Moon. Me no own the real word (here after known as
'reality') either.
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Monkey, parrot, pink Cadillac. Yay. All right, so I arrived in Germany, right? I like it
here, despite the chilly weather that is due to come in a few months- after all, it's still
warm right now. So anyways, we're living on the economy so I have to take a bus to
school. Today my dad drove me, though, so I was there pretty early.
SO I was standing there, in a new outfit I had gotten, waiting for school to start. Want
me to describe my outfit? If not, I'll just say it anyways. Okie doki, I was wearing baggy
green skateboard shorts, a blue t-shirt saying 'neighborhood skateboard devil' in brown
letter. Along with that was a studded chocker, some black socks that reached mid-calf,
and some green hi-tops.
Yay. So, I was standing there when suddenly I see this other group there. They were an
interesting group at that, so I studied them.
The most noticeable by far would be the girl with messy blue hair. It was cut short all
over and gelled to look spiky. She was wearing a yellow t-shirt with an orange sun on it
and the word pineapple. She was also wearing baggy orange bondage pants, and a pair of
dog tags around her neck.
The second most noticeable was a guy with dark blonde hair in a short 'n' wide
Mohawk. He was wearing baggy black jeans and a torn black shirt. Along with that was a
pair of black sneakers and a studded wrist band (bracelet sounds too girly) on his, well,
wrist.
The last person was also a guy with dark brown hair up in spikes. He had a pair of
glasses over his eyes. They were dark brown in color, or sexy brown, according to
Minako. He was wearing a baggy green polo shirt and a pair of baggy khaki shorts. On
his wrist was a watch and a spiked wristband.
They were laughing, basically joking around, and I suddenly felt really lonely. I heard
the sound of rushing air and realized that the buses were releasing kids already. Within a
few minutes there was a large crowd of kids and the only word that described the
majority was 'ghetto'. I have nothing against ghetto people; just this was an alarmingly
large group of them.
A pair of people walked by and suddenly someone screamed: "We got another freak!"
really loud and pointed at me. I got mad, and punched the guy who said it in his nose.
Yay. I was glad to release some pent up anger through that punch (moving was
surprisingly stressful), but I could feel myself paling when for of his buddies surrounded
me.
Then, all of a sudden (cue cheesy hero music), the three people from before stepped up
next to me. I realized they were on my side and quickly punched one of the guys, as did
they. The four guys we punched were all lying on the ground and I chuckled as I walked
away. I went to an area a few feet away from my original spot and stood there with a
blank face. I felt the presence of my 'helpers' surround me, so I turned to them with a
smile.
"Yo," I said in English, "the name's Usagi. I come from Japan." The Mohawk guy
grinned back first, "S'up 'Sagi, my name's Izaya." Next came the blue haired girl, "My
name is Madison, but everyone calls me Jaygeegee." I gave her a weird look. She just
grinned, "It's a name people came up with after they started calling me Jolly Green
Giant." About then, I noticed that she was about the size of Mamoru- basically the tallest
female there.
I looked to the guy with the glasses, who looked indifferent. "His name is Roman, but
we call him Ro," Izaya said, "Don't mind him being so quiet- he's one of the most
antisocial people in school." I nodded and scratched at my scalp.
Madison's eyes flicked to my hair and she got a manic glint in her eyes. "Can I style
your hair?" she asked with a weird voice. I shrugged- heck, why not? - and turned
around. I heard rustling, clicking, and oozing before a big blob of thick, cool liquid hit
my head.
I felt her pull my hair in different directions, until she stopped with a satisfied cough.
Yes. I know that sounds weird, but I kid you not. She rustled again through her bag and
pulled out something. A mirror.
She shoved it in my face, causing me to blink and push it back. I could feel myself
breaking into a goofy grin- it was a rather 'special' hairstyle after all. She had arranged
my hair into wild, long spikes- some of them standing straight in the air, others falling
over my ears or my eyes. I like. The bell rung, and we silently trudged off to the auditorium to get our orientation.
#DOCUMENT DONE#
Okie, that you to Weird Light (the only person who reviewed the first chapter). I'm feeling sorta spacey (really tired), so could you please explain what you want to find out?? ^^;;;
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'reality') either.
#TO START: SCROLL DOWN#
Monkey, parrot, pink Cadillac. Yay. All right, so I arrived in Germany, right? I like it
here, despite the chilly weather that is due to come in a few months- after all, it's still
warm right now. So anyways, we're living on the economy so I have to take a bus to
school. Today my dad drove me, though, so I was there pretty early.
SO I was standing there, in a new outfit I had gotten, waiting for school to start. Want
me to describe my outfit? If not, I'll just say it anyways. Okie doki, I was wearing baggy
green skateboard shorts, a blue t-shirt saying 'neighborhood skateboard devil' in brown
letter. Along with that was a studded chocker, some black socks that reached mid-calf,
and some green hi-tops.
Yay. So, I was standing there when suddenly I see this other group there. They were an
interesting group at that, so I studied them.
The most noticeable by far would be the girl with messy blue hair. It was cut short all
over and gelled to look spiky. She was wearing a yellow t-shirt with an orange sun on it
and the word pineapple. She was also wearing baggy orange bondage pants, and a pair of
dog tags around her neck.
The second most noticeable was a guy with dark blonde hair in a short 'n' wide
Mohawk. He was wearing baggy black jeans and a torn black shirt. Along with that was a
pair of black sneakers and a studded wrist band (bracelet sounds too girly) on his, well,
wrist.
The last person was also a guy with dark brown hair up in spikes. He had a pair of
glasses over his eyes. They were dark brown in color, or sexy brown, according to
Minako. He was wearing a baggy green polo shirt and a pair of baggy khaki shorts. On
his wrist was a watch and a spiked wristband.
They were laughing, basically joking around, and I suddenly felt really lonely. I heard
the sound of rushing air and realized that the buses were releasing kids already. Within a
few minutes there was a large crowd of kids and the only word that described the
majority was 'ghetto'. I have nothing against ghetto people; just this was an alarmingly
large group of them.
A pair of people walked by and suddenly someone screamed: "We got another freak!"
really loud and pointed at me. I got mad, and punched the guy who said it in his nose.
Yay. I was glad to release some pent up anger through that punch (moving was
surprisingly stressful), but I could feel myself paling when for of his buddies surrounded
me.
Then, all of a sudden (cue cheesy hero music), the three people from before stepped up
next to me. I realized they were on my side and quickly punched one of the guys, as did
they. The four guys we punched were all lying on the ground and I chuckled as I walked
away. I went to an area a few feet away from my original spot and stood there with a
blank face. I felt the presence of my 'helpers' surround me, so I turned to them with a
smile.
"Yo," I said in English, "the name's Usagi. I come from Japan." The Mohawk guy
grinned back first, "S'up 'Sagi, my name's Izaya." Next came the blue haired girl, "My
name is Madison, but everyone calls me Jaygeegee." I gave her a weird look. She just
grinned, "It's a name people came up with after they started calling me Jolly Green
Giant." About then, I noticed that she was about the size of Mamoru- basically the tallest
female there.
I looked to the guy with the glasses, who looked indifferent. "His name is Roman, but
we call him Ro," Izaya said, "Don't mind him being so quiet- he's one of the most
antisocial people in school." I nodded and scratched at my scalp.
Madison's eyes flicked to my hair and she got a manic glint in her eyes. "Can I style
your hair?" she asked with a weird voice. I shrugged- heck, why not? - and turned
around. I heard rustling, clicking, and oozing before a big blob of thick, cool liquid hit
my head.
I felt her pull my hair in different directions, until she stopped with a satisfied cough.
Yes. I know that sounds weird, but I kid you not. She rustled again through her bag and
pulled out something. A mirror.
She shoved it in my face, causing me to blink and push it back. I could feel myself
breaking into a goofy grin- it was a rather 'special' hairstyle after all. She had arranged
my hair into wild, long spikes- some of them standing straight in the air, others falling
over my ears or my eyes. I like. The bell rung, and we silently trudged off to the auditorium to get our orientation.
#DOCUMENT DONE#
Okie, that you to Weird Light (the only person who reviewed the first chapter). I'm feeling sorta spacey (really tired), so could you please explain what you want to find out?? ^^;;;
dUNdUNdUN