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~ Dream ~

I was walking down a hallway. I could hear my high-heals clicking on the marble floor. I couldn't see the floor though, because of the knee-high fog. I just knew that it was a marble floor, some how.

The hallway was long. There were fifteen doors in the hallway. Each door had a number on it, one through fifteen in order.

I walked over to the second to last door, fourteen. I put my hand on it and felt a great amount of power inside of the room. I put my other hand on the doorknob and turned it left. I pushed on the door, nothing happened. I let go of the doorknob and tried again, still nothing. I put one of my hands on the knob of the door and pulled as hard as I could, my hands slipped off of the knob and I fell to the ground.

I sat there glaring at the door for a few minutes. I stuck my tongue out at the door and blew it a raspberry. I stood up and decided to try the door one more time. I grabbed the handle and turned.

It opened.

As the handle turned it self left to get back to its original position, I opened the door more. I pushed it all the way open; there wasn't anything in the room. I looked around and I couldn't figure out where the power had come from. I stepped into the room to get a better look around. It was eerie inside of the room, not necessarily scary, just eerie. I closed the door shut behind me because the fog was beginning to cover the floor and I could barley see my feet.

A thought occurred to me, there could be snakes on the floor swimming in this fog. I looked around quickly checking for sudden movements in the fog. I found none.

A voice floated into my head. (I hate snakes, why do they have to be so slimy? Why can't they be furry? Well actually a furry snake would be just plain weird. Why do we have to have snakes at all? I really hate snakes) "That sounds so familiar to me, I don't know why though." I whispered out. I don't know why I whispered. Perhaps I whispered because of the ominous silence growing in the room, it felt like a library in here.

I heard the voice again.

(Libraries disturb me so much. It's always so quite. It reminds me of when I used to get into trouble at home. Mom and Dad would send me to my room without dinner. They would say that if they heard a peep out of me I wouldn't be eating breakfast either.) The voice said.

I looked around. I remembered that. That was when I went to the library with Am.Mercury. It had freaked me out so bad. It reminded me of all the times I had gotten into trouble with my parents. All the times I had been sent to the dark corners of my room to sit and listen to the voices down stairs.

I could feel the fear from my memories grip at my heart.

(I have feared everything lately. Every time I make friends they get hurt or become a soldier like me. I shouldn't make new friends so often. I now know what happens. My friends get hurt so no more friends for me. I can't stand seeing the ones I love in pain.) The voice said. I now recognized the voice. The voice was mine. It was whispering to me thoughts I had been having last year. These rooms kept a record of every thought and feeling I had during the year marked on the door. I opened the door back up and left the room. I didn't want to remember last year.

I began again down the hallway. There was another door at the end of the hall. It was different from all the other doors; it didn't have a number. I decided to walk towards it.

The closer I got to the door the foggier the hallway became. I couldn't see the handle on the door by the time I reached it. I groped around on the door until I found it. I turned the handle to the right this time and it opened immediately.

I walked inside of the room. I left the door open because the fog couldn't enter here. There was a mirror in the back corner of the room that I walked over to. It was a beautiful full-length mirror with engravings on the side.

Only now did I notice that I looked different. I had on high-heals for starters. They were blue with straps that strapped at your ankles. I was also dressed in a gown. It was a gorgeous ice blue gown that went down to the heel of my foot. It was double layered in the front to make it appear longer than it really was. It had two straps at the top to hold it up. The straps crossed in the back, which was very low cut. The neck was in the shape of a V that didn't droop down very low at all. There was embroidery on the front chest. It had a small train in the back that almost didn't seem to touch the ground.

As I was admiring myself in the mirror I heard a light laugh. I turned around quickly to find the door shut and a lady in a sailor senshi uniform standing there. I got into a fighting stance the moment I saw that she was a sailor senshi and the mysterious lady laughed again.

"Do not worry chibi one, I am not here to harm you." She said. I put my fists down but remained on guard. I didn't know her so I didn't trust her.

She walked up so that she was in front of me. She was about a half-foot taller than I was. She had green hair and an old sailor uniform. It looked like the other scouts' uniforms but had a few differences. The first one I noticed was that she didn't have the puffy sleeves like the rest of my scouts did. I also noticed that she had a staff in her hands. My body tensed when I saw it.

She gave me a soft smile in return for my concern. I couldn't help but smile when I saw hers. "My name is Sailor Pluto. I am the guardian of time. I am only here to help. Do not fear me." She said. Her voice was soft, like a whisper but I knew she wasn't whispering on purpose. I nodded my head saying I would do as she said. Her smile grew as she spoke, "I have a plan."

A grin crept onto my face when I heard the four words she said. "Really?" I said slyly. '-A plan is a good thing when it comes from someone who knows all-' I told myself. Then I thought, '-she didn't say she knew all, but I bet she does-' I shook my head at the last thought. I am such a dork.

As I spoke to myself Pluto stood there patiently. As my conversation continued she began to tap her foot. When I heard the noise I looked up. I couldn't help but blush when I saw how she was looking at me.

She continued, "I understand that you want to get away from Tokyo and the rest of the scouts for a while. I suggest you go to a magic school in London. Its name is Hogwarts. They have great teachers there and the amazing Albus Dumbledore is the headmaster. They have four houses and each one has a different head. The way it works is you go there for the year. You sleep there and eat there. You get some holidays off but not all. They let you go into the wizarding world a couple of times a year. I asked them to consider enrolling you; they owed me a favor. I told them how much of a great student you were and they agreed. You will reserve your letter tomorrow morning when you wake up.

The way this school works is very different from your current one. This one shouldn't take as much of a toll on you as your current one does. You shouldn't even have to use a time turner. Your old school is aware that you won't be attending anymore so everything will be fine. You will need to go to Diagon Ally to get your supplies. Do you remember how to get into your vault?"

"Yeah." I said. This was amazing. She must have been planning this for months. "Do you remember how to get into Diagon Ally to begin with?" she asked. "Of course I do." I replied beginning to feel a little indignant.

"Good." She said. "You will be staying with a couple of friends of mine once you receive the letter. They aren't that rich but they are great people. I want you to use your own money with them, don't let them pay for your stuff. They have a lot of children so you should feel right at home. One of their kids is going to be in your year. They will come and pick you up by means of Flu Powder. I expect you to behave yourself. Now I have to be going. You are beginning to wake up. Do you understand what will happen?" she asked.

"Yes." I said. She smiled again, gave me a hug, kissed my forehead, turned on her heal, and walked through a portal; all in one fluid motion.

I shook my head smiling and decided to check out these hallways a little more. I opened the door to leave when I noticed that my hand was beginning to fade out. '-So this is what it feels like to slowly fade away-' I thought. '-It feels pretty good-' I murmured to myself with good humor.

(-Time to wake-up sleepyhead-) a voice whispered. "Momma!" I called out with surprise as I vanished completely.

~End Dream~

I awoke with start. "-That was my mom, I know it was-" I thought. '-How could she be in my dream; why was she in my dream? How long was she there and where? -' I asked myself. These where questions I wanted to know the answers to. They where the kind of questions I had asked myself when I was little, after she died.

My mother died when I was much younger. I was around the age of seven. My dad wasn't equipped to take care of two children so we where put up for adoption. Shingo was sent to a newly wed rich couple. He loved them. I remember the day I was adopted, how could I forget?

~~~ Short flashback ~~~

Shingo had left a few days ago. I was very worried about him. I'm his older sister; I should be with him protecting him. We should be together. Tears began to fall as I cried for the millionth time for the loss of my brother.

"This whole situation has been weighing down on her ever since it happened. We have to be careful with her and make sure she goes to a good home. Who knows what will happen to her if we don't."

They were talking about me. I knew they were. I was the only new addition to the orphanage since about four years. People in this city just didn't want to adopt any children. They had their own at young ages. When I was born my mom was seventeen, I think.

I listened to my teacher as she spoke. I couldn't hear very well so I crept closer to the door. The floorboard squeaked under my weight and the ladies turned to me. My teacher looked surprised at me standing there and closed the door immediately. I looked at the door with tears in my eyes. It hurt to be shut out of a conversation about you.

~~ End ~~

I had been adopted that day to a family. They seemed really nice when I met them, but they only wanted me to carry the family name on. They were about sixty and had no children of their own. They where just glad I was already potty trained.

The couple never loved me. Those years where the years I needed them and they weren't there for me. They taught me grace, manners, and pain.

It was the pain of an unloved child. Even when my father had to give Shingo and me up never did I feel as if he didn't love me. These people ignored me until they saw a fault, and once the fault was seen they fixed it.

I was always a clumsy child and when Mrs. Morgan noticed, my feet where put into shoes three sizes smaller than necessary. I had to ware them she said or I wouldn't eat for a week.

I use to walk with my head down so every hat I had she put weights in and told me that if I didn't walk with my head up she would add more.

When they adopted me they changed my name to Serena because they were a rich English couple and they didn't want it to be obvious that I as adopted.

When they figured out that I couldn't speak English they gave me tutors. The tutors had little whips and when I mispronounced a word they would hit me with them.

At the age of ten I was the perfect child. I could speak perfect English; I was cute, had amazing manners, was an accomplished flutist, was graceful, never fell and was never in trouble.

My parents died the next year. I was sent to an orphanage. They had looked into my records and found Shingo. They decided to adopt me and I went to live with them. I was re-taught Japanese and changed.

I changed completely. I still was the owner of the Morgan mansion but now I was a Tsukino. They gave me my original name back. I became Usagi once again. I had decided to return to the original Usagi. I lost my grace; I never knew where I was going. I kept running into things. I never did well in school. I always ate a lot. It was like I never lived in America. In fact, I couldn't remember how to speak English. I couldn't even remember Mrs. or Mr. Morgan. It was like I had gone with Shingo the first time.

I went to a psychiatrist. He said it was because of the way I was taught the things. He said that because of the negative reinforcement I blocked it from my mind. He said he wouldn't be surprised if I never was graceful again. She would have to come to terms with it first. I didn't have a clue what he was talking about.

Pluto must have returned my memories when we talked because a couple of days ago I had thought Shingo and I were adopted at the same time. I had told my teacher that. A single tear fell down my face as the memories entered my mind. Facts raced across my brain. My mind had been picking up information at school while I slept.

I cried for a while, for all the lost time. I was just like Serenity. I always was.

I couldn't stand lying on my bed crying it made me feel like a wimp. I decided to go to the arcade for a while so that I could talk to Motoki. He should know. Besides what kind of role model would I be if I couldn't even handle my past and my friends? I hope I run into Naru there.

I smirked as I remembered my favorite quote, "I dream of the day when I open my eyes and my dreams don't disappear." I started thinking of my original parents and how I know that they would be proud of how I've grown. A smile was on my face the rest of the day.

~~ LOL ~~

Sorry about this taking so long. I wasn't going to end it there (again) but I wanted to get another chapter out for you guys. Hope you don't mind.



P.S. if I screwed something up let me know.

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