Author's Notes and Announcements:
Hello again!!! I have decided to revise this chapter to make it a bbit longer. And this times I'm not asking for a certain amount of reviews to post it. I AM aware that my chapters have run a little short, I'm really sorry!!!This next chapter will be a lot longer , promise. Anyway you'll notice sometime or another, that I will be increasing the rating up to PG- 13 because It'll become a romance between my favorite couple! Guess who? Like I mentioned earlier I'll do my best to try and make the chapters longer, but keep in mind, I'm only an eleven year old!!!
Chapter Two: Lonely Reflection
::In front of me lays a woeful smile, dotted in dimples. It seems like fairies are sprinkling fairy dust all over my friends. Or maybe cupid was let out of his cage and is causing trouble again, because everywhere I look someone is either holding hands or kissing.
Get a room.
But I just can't help but feel evy towards those people, those happy people. I'm not happy, I couldn't be in a more sorrowful mode. Leda and Josh, Rei and Chad, Mina and Peter and the famous couple of Darien and Serena.
I was just talking to Greg the other night, he sounded content, and I swear I heard a female voice through the phone, I asked him about it and he said it was just a "friend". Right as if, I'm not stupid, everyone is paired together, I shouldn't be surprised, it's called ,summer love.
While my friends are on dates, I'm staring at my lonely reflection in my vanity mirror. Who would have thought that quiet, Amy Anderson would care about the way she looks. Guess what? I do care!!!
All my life I've been known as the smart girl,nothing but a brain with arms and legs. But their is more to me than my I.Q. Really, I have comitted several foolish stunts in the past. Yep, I have, really...o.k, I haven't.
I'm just afraid of taking a risk. There, I admit it!!!I'm a caution freak!!!
I have to think things through. Thats my only wepon against my peers and even the fellow Sailor Scouts.
My intelligence.
Without it, I'm just another ordinary girl. Another common star in the night sky, putting my Sailor abilities aside that is.
Think about it.
I'm not the most attractive girl out there.
I'm not the toughest, nor the most athletic.
I'm not the swiftest or the coolest.
I'm defined as the smart one and only smart. Sure as Sailor Mercury I have powers but they are still defensive. I'll forever be known as the smart one.
Not the dangerous one::
Amy cupped her chins in her hands, as if thinking, why?
Why did she have to be the smart one? Why couldn't somebody else carry out that task. It was tough being smart. Always having to give explainations discussing quantam physics to her less-studious friends. Always being relied on to help find the enemies weak point. See. Even in battle she was the smart one.
With her bubbles and water attacks she was the wimpiset of the scouts. Rei had her fire burning bright, Leda had her thunder, and Mina had the power of love.
Love. Here we go again.
Back to those silly thoughts about love. No one had *really* showed interest in her. For the execption of Greg, no on had even noticed her. Not even looked at her.
It was ovious why.
She didn't wear the skimpy uniforms, or the short mini skirts on weekends.
It was her style keeping her intimite body parts to herself, sure other girls flashed a little thigh here and there but to Amy that was considered being a slut. She would never dress like that.
She *couldn't* dress like that.
It simply wasn't her. She just wasn't the type of girl that would perform such a despret act to get a guy to ask her out. It was wrong. They should like you for your personality, it's whats on the inside that counts, not your physical appearence.
BS.
Amy thought. She , herself didn't believe it. But it really wasn't worth it. *Really*::
Amy stood up from her previous position and strolled towards her closet. She scanned the area for any sleeveless tops, or short hoochie shorts. Nothing there. She was a conservative, school girl.
Owing something like that would be considered a sin for Amy.
Eyeing each peice of clothing she possesed, finally noticing that they were all pretty much identical, she put on a light maroon blouse and a knee length floral print skirt reveling a LOT less than most girl her age.
"Oh well". She whispered to herself, a little sad looking.
Amy grabbed her keys and headed for the door.
She needed to get away, and she knew the perfect place to go.
Hello again!!! I have decided to revise this chapter to make it a bbit longer. And this times I'm not asking for a certain amount of reviews to post it. I AM aware that my chapters have run a little short, I'm really sorry!!!This next chapter will be a lot longer , promise. Anyway you'll notice sometime or another, that I will be increasing the rating up to PG- 13 because It'll become a romance between my favorite couple! Guess who? Like I mentioned earlier I'll do my best to try and make the chapters longer, but keep in mind, I'm only an eleven year old!!!
Chapter Two: Lonely Reflection
::In front of me lays a woeful smile, dotted in dimples. It seems like fairies are sprinkling fairy dust all over my friends. Or maybe cupid was let out of his cage and is causing trouble again, because everywhere I look someone is either holding hands or kissing.
Get a room.
But I just can't help but feel evy towards those people, those happy people. I'm not happy, I couldn't be in a more sorrowful mode. Leda and Josh, Rei and Chad, Mina and Peter and the famous couple of Darien and Serena.
I was just talking to Greg the other night, he sounded content, and I swear I heard a female voice through the phone, I asked him about it and he said it was just a "friend". Right as if, I'm not stupid, everyone is paired together, I shouldn't be surprised, it's called ,summer love.
While my friends are on dates, I'm staring at my lonely reflection in my vanity mirror. Who would have thought that quiet, Amy Anderson would care about the way she looks. Guess what? I do care!!!
All my life I've been known as the smart girl,nothing but a brain with arms and legs. But their is more to me than my I.Q. Really, I have comitted several foolish stunts in the past. Yep, I have, really...o.k, I haven't.
I'm just afraid of taking a risk. There, I admit it!!!I'm a caution freak!!!
I have to think things through. Thats my only wepon against my peers and even the fellow Sailor Scouts.
My intelligence.
Without it, I'm just another ordinary girl. Another common star in the night sky, putting my Sailor abilities aside that is.
Think about it.
I'm not the most attractive girl out there.
I'm not the toughest, nor the most athletic.
I'm not the swiftest or the coolest.
I'm defined as the smart one and only smart. Sure as Sailor Mercury I have powers but they are still defensive. I'll forever be known as the smart one.
Not the dangerous one::
Amy cupped her chins in her hands, as if thinking, why?
Why did she have to be the smart one? Why couldn't somebody else carry out that task. It was tough being smart. Always having to give explainations discussing quantam physics to her less-studious friends. Always being relied on to help find the enemies weak point. See. Even in battle she was the smart one.
With her bubbles and water attacks she was the wimpiset of the scouts. Rei had her fire burning bright, Leda had her thunder, and Mina had the power of love.
Love. Here we go again.
Back to those silly thoughts about love. No one had *really* showed interest in her. For the execption of Greg, no on had even noticed her. Not even looked at her.
It was ovious why.
She didn't wear the skimpy uniforms, or the short mini skirts on weekends.
It was her style keeping her intimite body parts to herself, sure other girls flashed a little thigh here and there but to Amy that was considered being a slut. She would never dress like that.
She *couldn't* dress like that.
It simply wasn't her. She just wasn't the type of girl that would perform such a despret act to get a guy to ask her out. It was wrong. They should like you for your personality, it's whats on the inside that counts, not your physical appearence.
BS.
Amy thought. She , herself didn't believe it. But it really wasn't worth it. *Really*::
Amy stood up from her previous position and strolled towards her closet. She scanned the area for any sleeveless tops, or short hoochie shorts. Nothing there. She was a conservative, school girl.
Owing something like that would be considered a sin for Amy.
Eyeing each peice of clothing she possesed, finally noticing that they were all pretty much identical, she put on a light maroon blouse and a knee length floral print skirt reveling a LOT less than most girl her age.
"Oh well". She whispered to herself, a little sad looking.
Amy grabbed her keys and headed for the door.
She needed to get away, and she knew the perfect place to go.