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
Disclaimer: Sailormoon is not owned by me yadda yadda ya. You know
the drill! I'm just a poor little band nerd! Please don't hurt me!
Author's Notes: Thanks for taking the time to read this! The school
year has ended so between taking Driver's Ed this summer, practicing
show music, and taking Art/Japanese @ the Community College I'll be
writing the story! Just in case anyone actually wanted to know!
~*~ SWeET ReVEnGe ~*~
---Chapter Four---Jeorji and His Amazing Talents---
I went to the mall that Saturday and decided that I to get the
makeover everyone always asked me to do. Valiantly I headed towards the
mall to get the dreaded makeover! I, as always, planned ahead and made
reservations at some random makeup counter by the name of Kary May. I'm
not exactly sure who this "Kary May" is but it seemed to suit my needs.
I arrived there promptly at half past 3.
"Hi and welcome to the Kary May makeover booth! Oh gosh, it looks
like we sure got our work cut out for us today." greeted a lady with
pruney skin, bright blue eyeshadow, crayon colored cheeks, and painted
on lipstick. I was starting to doubt this lady's talents as a makeup
artist...
"Well here, sit down in this chair," she gestured to a cute little
stool with one winking eye "and I'll go get Jeorji to start this
project!" With a sigh of relief I looked around the deparment store
counter. Eyeshadows of all colors, forms, and texures surrounded me,
lipsticks in tubes, glosses, sticks, ahhh!! The horror! I felt like
a kid in a shop filled with glass novelties. 'You break it, you buy it!'
A semi-bald man walked up to me, his head was mesmorizing..so..shiny..
He was a bit pudgy and wasn't hiding it very well either. His tight
black shirt didn't conceal anything...including his little hairs on his
chest -shudder-.
"'Allo. I am your makeup artist today. Mah name is Jeorji. You must
call me Jeroji, not Georgi. Yes? Now! We shall make you, into a beauty!"
I bought $178.49 worth of makeup on Saturday. I'm broke! I have no
money! I will die a lonely death with no money! This was a small price
to pay for what I will have! MY REVENGE! {Insert cackling here} Whoops,
got a little out of hand there. I took out my little checklist.
Makeover? Check
New Contacts? Check
Haircut? Check
New Wardrobe? Check
Get Darien's Attention with my stunning new beauty? Umm...later
Live with Darien happily ever after? Hey...it could happen.
Laugh triumphantly at Trisha when we get married?
Perfect. Everything is ready for my ultimate revenge! I jumped into
the shower and washed my new long layered haircut with platinum blonde
higlights. Then, I curled it like the girl at the salon told me to. I
inserted the sky blue contact lenses into my eye, okay a little red and
a little watery but good. Then I proceeded to put on my make up.
Awesome! I was one hot chick now! I pulled on my new tight jeans and a
little top from Abercrombie. I inserted my dainty feet into my new
Reebok sneakers and got my little purse and headed out of the door. I
couldn't wait until I saw everyone's reaction to the new me at school.
I walked into the band hall doors confidently. No one really
seemed to notice me, then I went into my little group at the far inner
corner of the band hall. Their faces all went agape.
"So you guy, you like? I got it all done this weekend. What do you
think?"
"Sere! You look...uh...what's the word for it? Good! You look,
good." Lita said a bit unsurely. I knew I looked great; she just must
be shocked with the sudden transformation.
"Oh my, this is a severe change Serena." Ami voiced questionably.
What's wrong with them? I guess they've just never seen me so dolled up.
"Well, it's just a change you'll have to get used to." As Lita
was just about to say something else with a heated look the 10 minute
bell rang and we had to head off to class.
Lita shouted after me, "Sere, we have to talk. This is serious,
you can't go around looking like that!" I walked away from her giggling
I knew I was styling, but I didn't know I looked that good! I hurried
off to class so that I could catch Darien's reaction as he walked in. I
positioned myself sexily on my desk. I was the first one into the
classroom and people started to giggle and whisper as they entered.
Gosh, they must really be impressed with my beauty. Darien came in and
sat down not noticing anything. How could he? Well, maybe I just need
to get him started.
"Hey Darien" I whispered in my lowest, sexiest voice. He looked up
and burst with laughter. What?
"Oh my gosh, what ARE you?" he asked in a mocking tone. "You look
like Mimi from the Drew Carey show!" He burst out with laughter again.
Again the laughter pierced my heart, was this subject of the
warnings that they gave me before I came in here? I have to be brave,
I have to be different, I can't be me!
"Who do you think you are Darien?" I slapped him roughly on the
face leaving my hand swollen and crimson. The tears spilled over from my cheeks onto the pale, linoleum floor, along with one of my contacts.
"Wait!" I shouted, "Nobody move! I lost my contact lens!" I hurried
and flopped to the floor crawling around when I heard the bell ring.
Students rushed into their desks stomping all over my new clothes and
my poor little hands. It was like they didn't even see me, didn't even
know that I existed. Was I nothing to them? The truth stung as I
realized...I am a void to these people. A waste of perfectly good
yearbook space. I won't let them beat me, I WILL PREVAIL!
I proudly got up and sat in my normal desk at the very front of
the classroom. Smoothing my miniskirt and straightening my hair, I sat
there waiting for the onslaught of laughter and jokes behind me, but it
didn't matter because I will get them back.
-++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++-
[Lunch Bell]
A rush of wind passed by me as the lunch bell rang. The silence
of the empty classroom was calming, much different from the mocking and
whispering that had gone on moments before. Lita and Ami awaited me
outside the door and I started to get up when I heard footsteps behind
me. They were girlish footsteps, light and high-pitched clicking from
a pump or high heel.
"Hi, I'm Mina Aino!" The bubbly girl extended her hand and tilted
her head off to the side.
"I know who you are." I tried to say cheerfully, but my energy
reserves had been used up holding in all the tears. "I'm very pleased
to meet you. Do you need something? Homework help? Trading partners?"
"Well actually Serena, I think I can help you! The first step to
recovery is admitting that you have a fashion problem!" I know that
she means well, but this girl really does not know how to choose her
words! "I've been dying to makeover someone and if you're willing to
make a commitment and sacrifice then I'm willing to work with you!"
"Well, who said that I needed help?"
"No offense, but this attempt at a self makeover was not exactly
sucessful! I can help you no doubt!" Was this some sick practical joke
Trisha had set up? "See that eyeshadow is too bright for you, your blush is too centralized, that foundation is too pasty for you, I think
a tinted moisturizer would be better for you...." She went on like that
for what seemed like a lifetime.
"FINE!" With that I stormed off, I might as well trust her. " I mean, sure. Why not? There couldn't be anymore damage done to me."
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I hope that you enjoyed this chapter. This won't be your normal story.
It's still really short because I'm an inexperienced writer, but I hope
that you liked it.
Flames, comments, questions? Send it all to my email:
aznbobcatgurlie130@msn.com
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
Disclaimer: Sailormoon is not owned by me yadda yadda ya. You know
the drill! I'm just a poor little band nerd! Please don't hurt me!
Author's Notes: Thanks for taking the time to read this! The school
year has ended so between taking Driver's Ed this summer, practicing
show music, and taking Art/Japanese @ the Community College I'll be
writing the story! Just in case anyone actually wanted to know!
~*~ SWeET ReVEnGe ~*~
---Chapter Four---Jeorji and His Amazing Talents---
I went to the mall that Saturday and decided that I to get the
makeover everyone always asked me to do. Valiantly I headed towards the
mall to get the dreaded makeover! I, as always, planned ahead and made
reservations at some random makeup counter by the name of Kary May. I'm
not exactly sure who this "Kary May" is but it seemed to suit my needs.
I arrived there promptly at half past 3.
"Hi and welcome to the Kary May makeover booth! Oh gosh, it looks
like we sure got our work cut out for us today." greeted a lady with
pruney skin, bright blue eyeshadow, crayon colored cheeks, and painted
on lipstick. I was starting to doubt this lady's talents as a makeup
artist...
"Well here, sit down in this chair," she gestured to a cute little
stool with one winking eye "and I'll go get Jeorji to start this
project!" With a sigh of relief I looked around the deparment store
counter. Eyeshadows of all colors, forms, and texures surrounded me,
lipsticks in tubes, glosses, sticks, ahhh!! The horror! I felt like
a kid in a shop filled with glass novelties. 'You break it, you buy it!'
A semi-bald man walked up to me, his head was mesmorizing..so..shiny..
He was a bit pudgy and wasn't hiding it very well either. His tight
black shirt didn't conceal anything...including his little hairs on his
chest -shudder-.
"'Allo. I am your makeup artist today. Mah name is Jeorji. You must
call me Jeroji, not Georgi. Yes? Now! We shall make you, into a beauty!"
I bought $178.49 worth of makeup on Saturday. I'm broke! I have no
money! I will die a lonely death with no money! This was a small price
to pay for what I will have! MY REVENGE! {Insert cackling here} Whoops,
got a little out of hand there. I took out my little checklist.
Makeover? Check
New Contacts? Check
Haircut? Check
New Wardrobe? Check
Get Darien's Attention with my stunning new beauty? Umm...later
Live with Darien happily ever after? Hey...it could happen.
Laugh triumphantly at Trisha when we get married?
Perfect. Everything is ready for my ultimate revenge! I jumped into
the shower and washed my new long layered haircut with platinum blonde
higlights. Then, I curled it like the girl at the salon told me to. I
inserted the sky blue contact lenses into my eye, okay a little red and
a little watery but good. Then I proceeded to put on my make up.
Awesome! I was one hot chick now! I pulled on my new tight jeans and a
little top from Abercrombie. I inserted my dainty feet into my new
Reebok sneakers and got my little purse and headed out of the door. I
couldn't wait until I saw everyone's reaction to the new me at school.
I walked into the band hall doors confidently. No one really
seemed to notice me, then I went into my little group at the far inner
corner of the band hall. Their faces all went agape.
"So you guy, you like? I got it all done this weekend. What do you
think?"
"Sere! You look...uh...what's the word for it? Good! You look,
good." Lita said a bit unsurely. I knew I looked great; she just must
be shocked with the sudden transformation.
"Oh my, this is a severe change Serena." Ami voiced questionably.
What's wrong with them? I guess they've just never seen me so dolled up.
"Well, it's just a change you'll have to get used to." As Lita
was just about to say something else with a heated look the 10 minute
bell rang and we had to head off to class.
Lita shouted after me, "Sere, we have to talk. This is serious,
you can't go around looking like that!" I walked away from her giggling
I knew I was styling, but I didn't know I looked that good! I hurried
off to class so that I could catch Darien's reaction as he walked in. I
positioned myself sexily on my desk. I was the first one into the
classroom and people started to giggle and whisper as they entered.
Gosh, they must really be impressed with my beauty. Darien came in and
sat down not noticing anything. How could he? Well, maybe I just need
to get him started.
"Hey Darien" I whispered in my lowest, sexiest voice. He looked up
and burst with laughter. What?
"Oh my gosh, what ARE you?" he asked in a mocking tone. "You look
like Mimi from the Drew Carey show!" He burst out with laughter again.
Again the laughter pierced my heart, was this subject of the
warnings that they gave me before I came in here? I have to be brave,
I have to be different, I can't be me!
"Who do you think you are Darien?" I slapped him roughly on the
face leaving my hand swollen and crimson. The tears spilled over from my cheeks onto the pale, linoleum floor, along with one of my contacts.
"Wait!" I shouted, "Nobody move! I lost my contact lens!" I hurried
and flopped to the floor crawling around when I heard the bell ring.
Students rushed into their desks stomping all over my new clothes and
my poor little hands. It was like they didn't even see me, didn't even
know that I existed. Was I nothing to them? The truth stung as I
realized...I am a void to these people. A waste of perfectly good
yearbook space. I won't let them beat me, I WILL PREVAIL!
I proudly got up and sat in my normal desk at the very front of
the classroom. Smoothing my miniskirt and straightening my hair, I sat
there waiting for the onslaught of laughter and jokes behind me, but it
didn't matter because I will get them back.
-++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++-
[Lunch Bell]
A rush of wind passed by me as the lunch bell rang. The silence
of the empty classroom was calming, much different from the mocking and
whispering that had gone on moments before. Lita and Ami awaited me
outside the door and I started to get up when I heard footsteps behind
me. They were girlish footsteps, light and high-pitched clicking from
a pump or high heel.
"Hi, I'm Mina Aino!" The bubbly girl extended her hand and tilted
her head off to the side.
"I know who you are." I tried to say cheerfully, but my energy
reserves had been used up holding in all the tears. "I'm very pleased
to meet you. Do you need something? Homework help? Trading partners?"
"Well actually Serena, I think I can help you! The first step to
recovery is admitting that you have a fashion problem!" I know that
she means well, but this girl really does not know how to choose her
words! "I've been dying to makeover someone and if you're willing to
make a commitment and sacrifice then I'm willing to work with you!"
"Well, who said that I needed help?"
"No offense, but this attempt at a self makeover was not exactly
sucessful! I can help you no doubt!" Was this some sick practical joke
Trisha had set up? "See that eyeshadow is too bright for you, your blush is too centralized, that foundation is too pasty for you, I think
a tinted moisturizer would be better for you...." She went on like that
for what seemed like a lifetime.
"FINE!" With that I stormed off, I might as well trust her. " I mean, sure. Why not? There couldn't be anymore damage done to me."
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I hope that you enjoyed this chapter. This won't be your normal story.
It's still really short because I'm an inexperienced writer, but I hope
that you liked it.
Flames, comments, questions? Send it all to my email:
aznbobcatgurlie130@msn.com