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Having You
By: Stomper
Disclaimer: Sailor Moon is not mine.
"Serena, it's time to go." the raspy voice said through the room. The blond looked up to the other woman and then stood up.
"Okay, all my stuff is going to be sent to your home?" she asked while she wandered through all the scatered boxes.
"Yes, don't worry precious items won't get lost. Now hurry up or we'll miss the plane." the other woman snapped.
"Alright, let's go." Serena said as walked out of her childhood room. She glanced back one more time. The pale pink walls were bare. The shelves that once held trophies and cherised items, only had collected dust on them. The sunlight from the uncurtained windows filtered through the room. Serena slowly walked down the hall, which once was decorated with pictures of the family. She walked on down the stairs, where when she was a clumsy girl fell down consantitly. Into the living room where the cream walls used to be elegantly decorated. Then out the old wooden door, for the last time. Just to be swept to her older sister and husband's home in England. A place so different from her and parents american home in Chicago. The home that is as dead now, just as her parents.
They died how many people so tragically die now. A car accident. A drunken man decided to take a little spin with his car and just so happened to hit Serena's parents head on, when the couple was coming home from dinner. They died instantly at least. Not so luckly for the other man. He lived, yes, but now he's charged for man-slaughter and drunk driving. He'll be in prison for a while.
So now here Serena was. Off to live with her sister for a few years and then she could go on her own.
Her older sister. The one who she hasn't seen since she was eight. The older woman decided when she was fifthteen that she wanted to go to a prestigous school in England. Her parents could afford this of course. Her father being a successful lawyer and a grand inheritance from his dead father. Serena's sister went to secondary school and an university there, coming home now and then. She's becomeing quite the lawyer now. Very successful from what the younger sibling hears.
Her older sister was beautiful. With red curly hair and sharp brown eyes. Her clear skin was so pale it looked almost white. She looked so sophistacated in her designher jacket and skirt that was all black. She of course had the perfect figure also. She stands at about 5'9", with curves in all the right places . Successful and beautiful, Beryl Calloway was everything Serena was not. "Why are you so quiet?!" Beryl snapped in the long sleek limo that was driving them to the airport.
Serena came back from her reverie, "I have nothing to say."
"Fine. Be like that. Go to sleep, we have a long flight." Beryl ordered.
Serena slowly closed her eyes but did not go to sleep. She just wanted to escape the nagging voice of her sister. 'Why do I even have to go live with her? Why can't I just stay home and inherite everything now?'
Just a week ago was Ilene and Ken Dupont's funeral. They were buried side by side. They would be together forever. A few days later after the funeral, was the reading of the will. Serena's only other living relative was in Africa, exploring and what not. Her uncle has yet to find out the news. Since Uncle Edward has his own fortune he did not inherite anything from the will just a few priceless items. Only one person did inherite something. Serena. She owns the fortune, both the houses, basically everything. But not till she was 21. Her parents didn't think she was responsible enough to own this, so until her 21st birthday she must live with a relative. By default Beryl won, since Edward was off in Africa.
Now Beryl was not happy about this. Ken and Ilene got in a fight a few years back with Beryl over her never coming home to Chicago. Beryl said she didn't need them and basically was better off without then them. Her parents left her nothing. It all went to Serena.
So here Serena was, being sent off to London. To live with Beryl and her husband. Darien Calloway.
Having You
By: Stomper
Disclaimer: Sailor Moon is not mine.
"Serena, it's time to go." the raspy voice said through the room. The blond looked up to the other woman and then stood up.
"Okay, all my stuff is going to be sent to your home?" she asked while she wandered through all the scatered boxes.
"Yes, don't worry precious items won't get lost. Now hurry up or we'll miss the plane." the other woman snapped.
"Alright, let's go." Serena said as walked out of her childhood room. She glanced back one more time. The pale pink walls were bare. The shelves that once held trophies and cherised items, only had collected dust on them. The sunlight from the uncurtained windows filtered through the room. Serena slowly walked down the hall, which once was decorated with pictures of the family. She walked on down the stairs, where when she was a clumsy girl fell down consantitly. Into the living room where the cream walls used to be elegantly decorated. Then out the old wooden door, for the last time. Just to be swept to her older sister and husband's home in England. A place so different from her and parents american home in Chicago. The home that is as dead now, just as her parents.
They died how many people so tragically die now. A car accident. A drunken man decided to take a little spin with his car and just so happened to hit Serena's parents head on, when the couple was coming home from dinner. They died instantly at least. Not so luckly for the other man. He lived, yes, but now he's charged for man-slaughter and drunk driving. He'll be in prison for a while.
So now here Serena was. Off to live with her sister for a few years and then she could go on her own.
Her older sister. The one who she hasn't seen since she was eight. The older woman decided when she was fifthteen that she wanted to go to a prestigous school in England. Her parents could afford this of course. Her father being a successful lawyer and a grand inheritance from his dead father. Serena's sister went to secondary school and an university there, coming home now and then. She's becomeing quite the lawyer now. Very successful from what the younger sibling hears.
Her older sister was beautiful. With red curly hair and sharp brown eyes. Her clear skin was so pale it looked almost white. She looked so sophistacated in her designher jacket and skirt that was all black. She of course had the perfect figure also. She stands at about 5'9", with curves in all the right places . Successful and beautiful, Beryl Calloway was everything Serena was not. "Why are you so quiet?!" Beryl snapped in the long sleek limo that was driving them to the airport.
Serena came back from her reverie, "I have nothing to say."
"Fine. Be like that. Go to sleep, we have a long flight." Beryl ordered.
Serena slowly closed her eyes but did not go to sleep. She just wanted to escape the nagging voice of her sister. 'Why do I even have to go live with her? Why can't I just stay home and inherite everything now?'
Just a week ago was Ilene and Ken Dupont's funeral. They were buried side by side. They would be together forever. A few days later after the funeral, was the reading of the will. Serena's only other living relative was in Africa, exploring and what not. Her uncle has yet to find out the news. Since Uncle Edward has his own fortune he did not inherite anything from the will just a few priceless items. Only one person did inherite something. Serena. She owns the fortune, both the houses, basically everything. But not till she was 21. Her parents didn't think she was responsible enough to own this, so until her 21st birthday she must live with a relative. By default Beryl won, since Edward was off in Africa.
Now Beryl was not happy about this. Ken and Ilene got in a fight a few years back with Beryl over her never coming home to Chicago. Beryl said she didn't need them and basically was better off without then them. Her parents left her nothing. It all went to Serena.
So here Serena was, being sent off to London. To live with Beryl and her husband. Darien Calloway.