AN: Please review! This chapter will have a lot of scene changes.
Disclaimer: I don't own Sailor Moon. I am sadly not that much of a genius.
Title: The Eimin
Chapter: 2 - Awakening, Part 1
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"...Allegra..."
Allegra yawned and turned her head over on her desk. It was Monday morning, first period, Science, and she was extremely sleepy. She had short white hair and gray eyes, and was extremely tall, except now that she was slouched over she looked very short. She was wearing an orange belly shirt and light blue overalls.
"Allegra Vaspera!"
She looked up into the angry face of her science teacher.
"S-s-sorry, miss." she yawned.
"Ms. Vaspera, I don't appreciate you falling asleep in my class. Next time you do so, it'll be an automatic send to the principal's office and I'll call your parents."
"Whatever," Allegra said, leaning back and struggling to keep her eyes open.
Her teacher sighed and walked back up to the front of the class. Her friend, Genevieve, leaned over and pretended to pick up a pencil, but she heard her talk.
"There's a party tonight at Andre's," she whispered. "Can you make it?"
Allegra smiled. "'Course I can," she said quietly. "I'll just have to ditch
my brother at the park. I'm supposed to be babysitting him."
"Sweet." Genevieve straightened again, and then took out a piece of paper, where she pretended to write notes about what their teacher was talking about. Then she handed it over to Allegra.
She opened it and found that it had the address to Andre's house. She grinned, stuffed it into her pocket, then leaned back again and started to think of how she could 'ditch' her brother.
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"Good job, Amaya, that was excellent!" her mother yelled from the stands.
Amaya was broken from her reverie, using the pain from the memory of her brother's death to skate as best as she could. Amaya smiled slightly and skated her way to the edge of the arena. She had long black hair in a ponytail, with two long ribbons twirling around her hair band, making it look like a bow. She had dark blue eyes that held excitement at the moment, and was wearing a black leotard, since she was ice-skating.
"How long were you there?" she asked, slipping off her ice skates.
Her mother walked down the bleachers and sat down next to her. "Just for five or ten minutes, sweetie. You are very good, you know that?"
"Yes," Amaya said quietly, pulling on her regular tennis shoes. "You were the one who put me in lessons though."
"Well, anyway," continued her mother, "I was thinking that we go out for dinner tonight. Just you, me, and your father."
She sighed. "I'm not in the mood to go out tonight, sorry," she whispered. "Maybe tomorrow, or next week?" She looked at her mother, who was frowning.
"Alright, then," she said.
Amaya smiled. "Well, let's go," she announced, standing up.
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Trinity looked up at the setting sun and cocked her head, deep in thought. She had a dream the other night and she was curious to find out what it was about. All she remembered were people screaming, and when she woke up she found that she had been screaming too. Her whole body ached badly, like knives were finding their way through it.
Trinity had long black hair and brown eyes. Her hair was extremely silky, but she hid the shine within braids. Tonight she was wearing extremely baggy jeans and a black shirt that showed a hand giving the finger on it. (AN: hehe) (Beta-Reader's Note: Lauren * sighs and shakes head*)
She sat down on the cold iron bench and stared intently at the pinks and blues in the sunset. The park was extremely deserted, except she heard voices coming from the farther end.
A small tear slid down her cheek without warning, but she ignored it. Tears have been sliding down her cheek ever since she started school. Everyone thought she was weird and possessed by Satan or something. But she didn't believe in Satan, and kept telling them that, telling them that they were all in the sub-conscience, but that only made people hate her more.
And her family didn't really help her either. Her mother died when she was four and her father was an alcoholic. Her older sister was never home, and she had a slight suspicion that she was dead. And her father killed her older brother one-day after coming home from the bar.
Trinity laid down on the bench, still gazing at the sunset, tears still sliding down her cheek.
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Emberlynn looked up at the massive house. It was three or four stories, and was extremely old. Vines crawled up the sides, windows were cracked, and the front door was on its hinges.
Ember had short tan hair and green-brown eyes. She was very tall for her age, which made her look tough, but she was actually very sweet. She didn't have many friends because of this, but she liked to be alone.
"Are you insane?" she cried, gazing up at the broken chimney.
"Not yet," her friend, Deion, replied, grinning. "You have to go to the top floor. I dared you."
"I'll die!" Ember screamed.
"No you won't," he laughed. "I've done it before."
"Yeah, well, you weigh much less than me."
"What, are you scared?"
Ember scowled at him. "I'll show you who's scared."
She took a step toward the old house, then looked back at him uncertainly. He smiled smugly, and she grimaced. Thinking of a deadly dare for him when she got back, Ember walked up to the old house and ventured inside to find the stairs.
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Sabrita glared out her window at the passersby. She longed to be outside, but she was grounded for screaming at her mother and father.
"They have no right to do this to me," she muttered. "It was their choice to move here, therefore it was their fault I was angry."
Sabrita had red-brown hair that ended by her thighs. Her bangs were also that long but she always kept them near her face instead of pulling it back. She had midnight-blue eyes that were covered up by sparkly blue eyeshadow and blood red lips that were covered up by ice blue lipstick.
"I can't stand Tokyo!" she continued. "I miss Georgia. At least I had friends there."
Sabrita sighed and turned away from her window. Looking at the business in her new town made her somewhat depressed, so she crawled into bed and tried to sleep, even though it was eight-thirty.
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Seanna smiled at her boyfriend, Drake. He was trying to make her laugh by telling stupid jokes, but she didn't want him to stop. The least she could do was smile.
"I give up," he announced, leaning against his wall (they were in his room).
"Alright," Seanna giggled. "I must admit, though, that some of them were very funny."
She had shoulder-length curly blonde hair and deep blue eyes. Seanna was the most popular girl in school, and Drake, of course, was the most popular boy, so she had no choice to go out with him, since everyone thought she was beautiful.
Drake smiled at her. Seanna smiled slightly back, but had a very uncomfortable feeling inside of her.
"I should go home now," she said abruptly, standing up from his bed.
"Now?" he asked. "You just got here."
"Yeah, I have things to do at home, you see."
She grabbed her purse from the floor, kissed him on the cheek, then left without another word. Something was troubling her, but she didn't know what. It was a very, very strong feeling that something great is going to happen, yet she didn't know whether it was good or bad.
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Faye smiled politely at her guests and curtsied. As soon as they clapped, she straightened and walked over to the piano, and started to play a beautiful song.
She was fifteen and one of the best pianists in all of France. Tonight she was playing at a formal party and was wearing a long turquoise dress with white lace almost everywhere. Her white-blonde hair was pulled into a tight bun on the top of her head, and her ice blue eyes held serenity and beauty.
After a few minutes, when Faye was finished with her song, she stood up from her seat, curtsied again, then walked around the ballroom to find her sister, Camille. She was, which didn't surprise her at all, flirting with a few guys at the end of the room.
Faye cleared her throat when she was close enough, to get her older sister's attention. Camille looked at her, smiled softly, told the men something, and then walked over to her.
"That was excellent," she greeted.
"Thank you," said Faye quietly. "My shift is over. We may leave now."
"Are you joking?" Camille laughed. "I'm having the time of my life here, Faye! I don't want to leave now!"
"But, Camille-"
"What did I just say?" she snapped (AN: apparently, she has mood swings or something.). "Why don't you have some punch, sit down and wait for me?"
Faye glared at her sister, but did so. Her parents died when she was nine from drug overdose, so her sister, 23 at the time, was her only family, and was now her guardian.
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Macie sighed and tried not to listen to the whispering from the other students. She was extremely smart, but never chose to skip a grade or two, and people always talked about her behind her back.
She had dull dirty-blonde hair that ended an inch or two below her shoulders. She never did anything to it, except pulling it up once or twice, but bits of hair always stuck out. Her eyes were hazel, but they turned bronze when she was angry or upset, her face was full of unattractive freckles, and she wore large, yet thin, brown glasses.
"Just ignore them," her only friend, Lora, advised.
Lora was Macie's best friend. She was nice and sweet, and very popular. She had shoulder-length straight brown hair that curled out on the ends. Her bright blue orbs always held excitement and love, and mouth was always a smile.
"Don't I always?" Macie replied smugly. "But it doesn't matter, since the weather is very foggy. They will hardly be able to hear me, nonetheless see me."
And sure enough, when they were outside, they couldn't even see anyone. The fog looked like it had the opacity of 99%, but Macie loved when it was like that. Sure it gets buggy, but she loved the smell and feel of it, especially in the morning.
Lora didn't like fog very much, but never criticized Macie. She liked bright, sunny days with only a small amount of clouds, but big enough to resemble something. She liked the colors of the flowers, and her hair seemed to turn reddish in the sun, which made her more beautiful than she was already.
"Hey, Lora!" they heard someone call from ahead of them. "Where are you?"
Lora looked at Macie. She had her head down, so she couldn't read the expression.
"You go on ahead," she muttered.
"That's okay," Lora said sweetly. "No, I think I'll walk home with you today."
Macie looked up at her, and even through the fog she could see a grin.
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Well I was going to put the awakening in this chapter again, lol, but its too long again. ^_^ You all go ahead and guess who is who. I'm not using the Starlights or the Chibis. Don't worry Darien fans, he's in this story, but he is very depressed. You would be too, though, if yourgirlfriend/boyfriend fell asleep and never woke up.
Well, please review. I don't care if you didn't even read it! Just tell me you didn't read it! Okay, well, I'll write more soon! Bye!
(Beta-Reader's Note: Wonderful! hehe)
AN2: Okay, i used notepad this time... when i copied and pasted it into my microsoft word, it was all messed up and stuff. so i pasted it on notepad. sorry. byeee
REVIEW!!!
Disclaimer: I don't own Sailor Moon. I am sadly not that much of a genius.
Title: The Eimin
Chapter: 2 - Awakening, Part 1
§þå¢ê
"...Allegra..."
Allegra yawned and turned her head over on her desk. It was Monday morning, first period, Science, and she was extremely sleepy. She had short white hair and gray eyes, and was extremely tall, except now that she was slouched over she looked very short. She was wearing an orange belly shirt and light blue overalls.
"Allegra Vaspera!"
She looked up into the angry face of her science teacher.
"S-s-sorry, miss." she yawned.
"Ms. Vaspera, I don't appreciate you falling asleep in my class. Next time you do so, it'll be an automatic send to the principal's office and I'll call your parents."
"Whatever," Allegra said, leaning back and struggling to keep her eyes open.
Her teacher sighed and walked back up to the front of the class. Her friend, Genevieve, leaned over and pretended to pick up a pencil, but she heard her talk.
"There's a party tonight at Andre's," she whispered. "Can you make it?"
Allegra smiled. "'Course I can," she said quietly. "I'll just have to ditch
my brother at the park. I'm supposed to be babysitting him."
"Sweet." Genevieve straightened again, and then took out a piece of paper, where she pretended to write notes about what their teacher was talking about. Then she handed it over to Allegra.
She opened it and found that it had the address to Andre's house. She grinned, stuffed it into her pocket, then leaned back again and started to think of how she could 'ditch' her brother.
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"Good job, Amaya, that was excellent!" her mother yelled from the stands.
Amaya was broken from her reverie, using the pain from the memory of her brother's death to skate as best as she could. Amaya smiled slightly and skated her way to the edge of the arena. She had long black hair in a ponytail, with two long ribbons twirling around her hair band, making it look like a bow. She had dark blue eyes that held excitement at the moment, and was wearing a black leotard, since she was ice-skating.
"How long were you there?" she asked, slipping off her ice skates.
Her mother walked down the bleachers and sat down next to her. "Just for five or ten minutes, sweetie. You are very good, you know that?"
"Yes," Amaya said quietly, pulling on her regular tennis shoes. "You were the one who put me in lessons though."
"Well, anyway," continued her mother, "I was thinking that we go out for dinner tonight. Just you, me, and your father."
She sighed. "I'm not in the mood to go out tonight, sorry," she whispered. "Maybe tomorrow, or next week?" She looked at her mother, who was frowning.
"Alright, then," she said.
Amaya smiled. "Well, let's go," she announced, standing up.
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Trinity looked up at the setting sun and cocked her head, deep in thought. She had a dream the other night and she was curious to find out what it was about. All she remembered were people screaming, and when she woke up she found that she had been screaming too. Her whole body ached badly, like knives were finding their way through it.
Trinity had long black hair and brown eyes. Her hair was extremely silky, but she hid the shine within braids. Tonight she was wearing extremely baggy jeans and a black shirt that showed a hand giving the finger on it. (AN: hehe) (Beta-Reader's Note: Lauren * sighs and shakes head*)
She sat down on the cold iron bench and stared intently at the pinks and blues in the sunset. The park was extremely deserted, except she heard voices coming from the farther end.
A small tear slid down her cheek without warning, but she ignored it. Tears have been sliding down her cheek ever since she started school. Everyone thought she was weird and possessed by Satan or something. But she didn't believe in Satan, and kept telling them that, telling them that they were all in the sub-conscience, but that only made people hate her more.
And her family didn't really help her either. Her mother died when she was four and her father was an alcoholic. Her older sister was never home, and she had a slight suspicion that she was dead. And her father killed her older brother one-day after coming home from the bar.
Trinity laid down on the bench, still gazing at the sunset, tears still sliding down her cheek.
§þå¢ê
Emberlynn looked up at the massive house. It was three or four stories, and was extremely old. Vines crawled up the sides, windows were cracked, and the front door was on its hinges.
Ember had short tan hair and green-brown eyes. She was very tall for her age, which made her look tough, but she was actually very sweet. She didn't have many friends because of this, but she liked to be alone.
"Are you insane?" she cried, gazing up at the broken chimney.
"Not yet," her friend, Deion, replied, grinning. "You have to go to the top floor. I dared you."
"I'll die!" Ember screamed.
"No you won't," he laughed. "I've done it before."
"Yeah, well, you weigh much less than me."
"What, are you scared?"
Ember scowled at him. "I'll show you who's scared."
She took a step toward the old house, then looked back at him uncertainly. He smiled smugly, and she grimaced. Thinking of a deadly dare for him when she got back, Ember walked up to the old house and ventured inside to find the stairs.
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Sabrita glared out her window at the passersby. She longed to be outside, but she was grounded for screaming at her mother and father.
"They have no right to do this to me," she muttered. "It was their choice to move here, therefore it was their fault I was angry."
Sabrita had red-brown hair that ended by her thighs. Her bangs were also that long but she always kept them near her face instead of pulling it back. She had midnight-blue eyes that were covered up by sparkly blue eyeshadow and blood red lips that were covered up by ice blue lipstick.
"I can't stand Tokyo!" she continued. "I miss Georgia. At least I had friends there."
Sabrita sighed and turned away from her window. Looking at the business in her new town made her somewhat depressed, so she crawled into bed and tried to sleep, even though it was eight-thirty.
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Seanna smiled at her boyfriend, Drake. He was trying to make her laugh by telling stupid jokes, but she didn't want him to stop. The least she could do was smile.
"I give up," he announced, leaning against his wall (they were in his room).
"Alright," Seanna giggled. "I must admit, though, that some of them were very funny."
She had shoulder-length curly blonde hair and deep blue eyes. Seanna was the most popular girl in school, and Drake, of course, was the most popular boy, so she had no choice to go out with him, since everyone thought she was beautiful.
Drake smiled at her. Seanna smiled slightly back, but had a very uncomfortable feeling inside of her.
"I should go home now," she said abruptly, standing up from his bed.
"Now?" he asked. "You just got here."
"Yeah, I have things to do at home, you see."
She grabbed her purse from the floor, kissed him on the cheek, then left without another word. Something was troubling her, but she didn't know what. It was a very, very strong feeling that something great is going to happen, yet she didn't know whether it was good or bad.
§þå¢ê
Faye smiled politely at her guests and curtsied. As soon as they clapped, she straightened and walked over to the piano, and started to play a beautiful song.
She was fifteen and one of the best pianists in all of France. Tonight she was playing at a formal party and was wearing a long turquoise dress with white lace almost everywhere. Her white-blonde hair was pulled into a tight bun on the top of her head, and her ice blue eyes held serenity and beauty.
After a few minutes, when Faye was finished with her song, she stood up from her seat, curtsied again, then walked around the ballroom to find her sister, Camille. She was, which didn't surprise her at all, flirting with a few guys at the end of the room.
Faye cleared her throat when she was close enough, to get her older sister's attention. Camille looked at her, smiled softly, told the men something, and then walked over to her.
"That was excellent," she greeted.
"Thank you," said Faye quietly. "My shift is over. We may leave now."
"Are you joking?" Camille laughed. "I'm having the time of my life here, Faye! I don't want to leave now!"
"But, Camille-"
"What did I just say?" she snapped (AN: apparently, she has mood swings or something.). "Why don't you have some punch, sit down and wait for me?"
Faye glared at her sister, but did so. Her parents died when she was nine from drug overdose, so her sister, 23 at the time, was her only family, and was now her guardian.
§þå¢ê
Macie sighed and tried not to listen to the whispering from the other students. She was extremely smart, but never chose to skip a grade or two, and people always talked about her behind her back.
She had dull dirty-blonde hair that ended an inch or two below her shoulders. She never did anything to it, except pulling it up once or twice, but bits of hair always stuck out. Her eyes were hazel, but they turned bronze when she was angry or upset, her face was full of unattractive freckles, and she wore large, yet thin, brown glasses.
"Just ignore them," her only friend, Lora, advised.
Lora was Macie's best friend. She was nice and sweet, and very popular. She had shoulder-length straight brown hair that curled out on the ends. Her bright blue orbs always held excitement and love, and mouth was always a smile.
"Don't I always?" Macie replied smugly. "But it doesn't matter, since the weather is very foggy. They will hardly be able to hear me, nonetheless see me."
And sure enough, when they were outside, they couldn't even see anyone. The fog looked like it had the opacity of 99%, but Macie loved when it was like that. Sure it gets buggy, but she loved the smell and feel of it, especially in the morning.
Lora didn't like fog very much, but never criticized Macie. She liked bright, sunny days with only a small amount of clouds, but big enough to resemble something. She liked the colors of the flowers, and her hair seemed to turn reddish in the sun, which made her more beautiful than she was already.
"Hey, Lora!" they heard someone call from ahead of them. "Where are you?"
Lora looked at Macie. She had her head down, so she couldn't read the expression.
"You go on ahead," she muttered.
"That's okay," Lora said sweetly. "No, I think I'll walk home with you today."
Macie looked up at her, and even through the fog she could see a grin.
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Well I was going to put the awakening in this chapter again, lol, but its too long again. ^_^ You all go ahead and guess who is who. I'm not using the Starlights or the Chibis. Don't worry Darien fans, he's in this story, but he is very depressed. You would be too, though, if yourgirlfriend/boyfriend fell asleep and never woke up.
Well, please review. I don't care if you didn't even read it! Just tell me you didn't read it! Okay, well, I'll write more soon! Bye!
(Beta-Reader's Note: Wonderful! hehe)
AN2: Okay, i used notepad this time... when i copied and pasted it into my microsoft word, it was all messed up and stuff. so i pasted it on notepad. sorry. byeee
REVIEW!!!
