Title: Superman

Author: Abigayle

Rating: PG-ish, I guess.

E-mail: CrabbyAbbie01@aol.com

Disclaimer: Sailor Moon and all its characters do not belong to me. Neither does "Superman" by Five for Fighting. I am using both without permission.

ANs: This is not a song fic! I just drew inspiration from the song "Superman" from Five for Fighting. I've put this as a second chapter to Frustrations, because they're both really short ficlits, and don't really need their own story. You don't have to read one to get the other, though. This is another one I found, penned over a year ago. If I find any more, here's where they'll be. :)

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For what seems like the millionth time tonight, I roll over onto my side and look at my alarm clock. 12:35. I could still get five and a half hours of sleep if I could go to sleep now. Seven hours if I oversleep again, rush to school, and arrive 15 minutes late.

I went to bed hours ago, but I haven't been able to sleep, thanks to my racing mind. While at Raye's this afternoon, I heard a song on the radio that struck amazingly close to home, and I haven't been able to think of anything else since. The words rang so true to me--I wish there was a way I could convey their meaning (or the meaning I drew from them, anyway) to the others.

I don't know, though. Maybe they're like me (confused and scared to death), and they're trying their damnest to hide it. I try to hide it, but I'm not very successful, I know. They think I'm a wuss, a crybaby, a whimp. But I don't care what they think. Yes, they're my best friends, and yes, I value their opinions, but I have a right to be scared. As my friends, they should respect that.

Sometimes it seems like I was just thrown into the whole thing. Even meek little Amy is the perfect picture of confidence, poised and ready for battle. One look at me and a person would think the only thing I'm ready to battle is a crowd of little kids for trick-or-treat candy. Just another teenage girl fascinated by the Sailor Scouts, playing dress up. It feels like I don't belong there. Like I was never meant to be there at all. Kind of like someone decided there needed to be another sailor scout, and my name was the unlucky one pulled out of the hat.

I know I've just got to suck it up and deal with it, but it's so damn terrifying. And it's going to be that much worse tomorrow if I get the call again and I haven't gotten any sleep…

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ANs: See? Very similar to Frustrations. Please review--constructive criticism is always welcome.

TTFN!

Abbie-chan