Title: Sweet Revenge
Author: iSabel
Genre: Alt. Universe D/S
Summary: Serena's loved Darien since she was in first grade but he doesn't
remember her at all. Its time for payback!
Email: Aznbobcatgurlie130@msn.com
Author's Notes: This is where the ball gets rolling folks! I didn't have a lot of people
beta read this because I just had the inspirtation for it suddenly and I wanted to
post it as soon as possible! ^.^
~*~Sweet Revenge~*~
--Chapter tHRee------------Reality Sucks--
+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
HE walked through the band hall doors confusedly brushing back his long ebony
color bangs. Was he here to se ME and get to know ME? He approached steadily
with wide domineering steps, as his heels clicked they seem to pronounce "I'm
better than you'll ever be."
"Hey Andy!" Darien gave a mini salute to Rika after greeting his life time friend.
"So Andy, what are you doing in this loser waterhole?"
"Hey! My girlfriend's in colorguard you dork, that's why I'm in here." He said a
bit defensively.
"Well, Coach wants to talk to you about some weight training programs he
wants you to do over the summer, so come on loser!" He struggled to keep a
straight face but failed, his lush lips forming into a gorgeous smile.
As I was sitting in bliss staring at Darien's chiseled features I seemed to
unknowingly drift towards him. The pair turned to leave and the bell sounded,
an annoyingly LOUD bell. I picked up my books and scurried out the door when I hit
something, ouchies, something hard.
"God, band geek watch where you're going. Don't want to leave your
feathered hat behind." His scoldingly cold familiar voice shattered my heart. Was
this mean and hateful person the one I had been mooning over for so long? Was it
all just an illusion that I had created? Was it my imagination that a soul to match
that beautiful face was borne? My glasses fell achingly slow to the ground as tears
clouded my vision. I could feel the freshly consumed ham sandwich come up in all its
acidy goodness. I started to stand so I could scamper away and tend to my heart's
wounds, when -crunch- my sight was lost in a moment of clumsiness. Gosh, could
my day get any worse?
My instincts lead me to the closest bathroom leaving the sound of Darien's
laughter far behind. I hugged my flute, Angelline, for comfort as I sobbed gently
on her leathery case. I muffled my cries as I heard someone enter the deserted
bathroom.
"I am SO glad Dare got paired up with Serena Tsukino for that math project!"
Trisha started cruelly.
"What? I thought you were miffed about it" Lackey #1 stated with much
confusion. By the tone of her voice, I could tell she was a blonde.*
"Not anymore. Dare will miss me even more if he's forced to spend time with that
fashion reject. Besides, she'll make me look ten times better when I'm around her!"
"Oh my gosh! Trishy! You have like the best ideas!" Lackey #2 exclaimed.
"I know, now come on. Let's go before the smell of this place seeps into my
clothes. It's real silk you know?" Trisha and her monkeys exited the bathroom
chattering about the differences between real and artificial silk.
I brought my knees to my chest. Why does everyone think I'm nothing? I stood
up and face the mirror. A blurry stick thin girl with stringy dirty blonde hair and
Grecian features stared back at me. I squinted and my steely blue eyes appeared.
My creamy ivory skin was unblemished and untouched by everything, with the
exception of liberal applications of chapstick on my pouty, pale lips. Mom always
proclaimed me a true beauty, devoid of the need of false vanities such as make up.
But I am just a dull, plain vanilla girl; nothing more, nothing less. I strolled
determinedly to my second home, the band hall. My hair was ruffled and tangled by
the time that I got there. There were still lunches going on so the band hall was
completely empty. Sparing no time I put together my flute and slowly warmed up on
my minor scales. Melodic, harmonic, and pure. The sad tone of the scales
foretelling the mood of the piece. I started on my solo, the piece I knew with my
soul. The music whirled around me spinning its web of mystery and love.
My emotions poured out as I played the music of my soul. I was the weaver of the
music, music more precious and lovelier than I. The sad story unraveled in my mind's
eye. A bird with beautiful wings and glorious song, yet its gorgeous weighted wings
could not fly. As I hit a high "D" the image of the bird being shot by a merciless
hunter surfaced. A major melody began to take its form as the little bird was
taken in by a shadow of a face. All its extravagant feathers were lost as it healed,
and it was left with plain white wings. But now, it could fly! The piece ended and I
started to float back to reality as I heard clapping. It was my band director
Mrs. Hall.
"I've never hear you play with such feeling and emotion. You really made that
piece come alive. Whatever has changed in you has been quite a benefit to your
playing."
"Thank you Mrs. Hall." Now I know why Tchaikovsky was perpetually
depressed and just a bit insane, praise. If all my torment brought life to my piece,
my revenge will raise the dead.
------------------------------------------------------------------------
* Disclaimer: I'm not saying all blondes are dumb! Sorry!
"Just because I'm a brunette,
doesn't make me smart!!"
Fun ending, no? Well I liked it! I already have the next chapter all written and ready
to go! Go me! I'll need reviews to put it out though! have fun peoples! School's
almost over!! Yay!!
Author: iSabel
Genre: Alt. Universe D/S
Summary: Serena's loved Darien since she was in first grade but he doesn't
remember her at all. Its time for payback!
Email: Aznbobcatgurlie130@msn.com
Author's Notes: This is where the ball gets rolling folks! I didn't have a lot of people
beta read this because I just had the inspirtation for it suddenly and I wanted to
post it as soon as possible! ^.^
~*~Sweet Revenge~*~
--Chapter tHRee------------Reality Sucks--
+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
HE walked through the band hall doors confusedly brushing back his long ebony
color bangs. Was he here to se ME and get to know ME? He approached steadily
with wide domineering steps, as his heels clicked they seem to pronounce "I'm
better than you'll ever be."
"Hey Andy!" Darien gave a mini salute to Rika after greeting his life time friend.
"So Andy, what are you doing in this loser waterhole?"
"Hey! My girlfriend's in colorguard you dork, that's why I'm in here." He said a
bit defensively.
"Well, Coach wants to talk to you about some weight training programs he
wants you to do over the summer, so come on loser!" He struggled to keep a
straight face but failed, his lush lips forming into a gorgeous smile.
As I was sitting in bliss staring at Darien's chiseled features I seemed to
unknowingly drift towards him. The pair turned to leave and the bell sounded,
an annoyingly LOUD bell. I picked up my books and scurried out the door when I hit
something, ouchies, something hard.
"God, band geek watch where you're going. Don't want to leave your
feathered hat behind." His scoldingly cold familiar voice shattered my heart. Was
this mean and hateful person the one I had been mooning over for so long? Was it
all just an illusion that I had created? Was it my imagination that a soul to match
that beautiful face was borne? My glasses fell achingly slow to the ground as tears
clouded my vision. I could feel the freshly consumed ham sandwich come up in all its
acidy goodness. I started to stand so I could scamper away and tend to my heart's
wounds, when -crunch- my sight was lost in a moment of clumsiness. Gosh, could
my day get any worse?
My instincts lead me to the closest bathroom leaving the sound of Darien's
laughter far behind. I hugged my flute, Angelline, for comfort as I sobbed gently
on her leathery case. I muffled my cries as I heard someone enter the deserted
bathroom.
"I am SO glad Dare got paired up with Serena Tsukino for that math project!"
Trisha started cruelly.
"What? I thought you were miffed about it" Lackey #1 stated with much
confusion. By the tone of her voice, I could tell she was a blonde.*
"Not anymore. Dare will miss me even more if he's forced to spend time with that
fashion reject. Besides, she'll make me look ten times better when I'm around her!"
"Oh my gosh! Trishy! You have like the best ideas!" Lackey #2 exclaimed.
"I know, now come on. Let's go before the smell of this place seeps into my
clothes. It's real silk you know?" Trisha and her monkeys exited the bathroom
chattering about the differences between real and artificial silk.
I brought my knees to my chest. Why does everyone think I'm nothing? I stood
up and face the mirror. A blurry stick thin girl with stringy dirty blonde hair and
Grecian features stared back at me. I squinted and my steely blue eyes appeared.
My creamy ivory skin was unblemished and untouched by everything, with the
exception of liberal applications of chapstick on my pouty, pale lips. Mom always
proclaimed me a true beauty, devoid of the need of false vanities such as make up.
But I am just a dull, plain vanilla girl; nothing more, nothing less. I strolled
determinedly to my second home, the band hall. My hair was ruffled and tangled by
the time that I got there. There were still lunches going on so the band hall was
completely empty. Sparing no time I put together my flute and slowly warmed up on
my minor scales. Melodic, harmonic, and pure. The sad tone of the scales
foretelling the mood of the piece. I started on my solo, the piece I knew with my
soul. The music whirled around me spinning its web of mystery and love.
My emotions poured out as I played the music of my soul. I was the weaver of the
music, music more precious and lovelier than I. The sad story unraveled in my mind's
eye. A bird with beautiful wings and glorious song, yet its gorgeous weighted wings
could not fly. As I hit a high "D" the image of the bird being shot by a merciless
hunter surfaced. A major melody began to take its form as the little bird was
taken in by a shadow of a face. All its extravagant feathers were lost as it healed,
and it was left with plain white wings. But now, it could fly! The piece ended and I
started to float back to reality as I heard clapping. It was my band director
Mrs. Hall.
"I've never hear you play with such feeling and emotion. You really made that
piece come alive. Whatever has changed in you has been quite a benefit to your
playing."
"Thank you Mrs. Hall." Now I know why Tchaikovsky was perpetually
depressed and just a bit insane, praise. If all my torment brought life to my piece,
my revenge will raise the dead.
------------------------------------------------------------------------
* Disclaimer: I'm not saying all blondes are dumb! Sorry!
"Just because I'm a brunette,
doesn't make me smart!!"
Fun ending, no? Well I liked it! I already have the next chapter all written and ready
to go! Go me! I'll need reviews to put it out though! have fun peoples! School's
almost over!! Yay!!