A Story To Remember
Chapter 5: Madison
"She's so sad sometimes, it hurts to watch her."
Madison watched as her friend Mirai stared out the window. She had been sitting in the same position for over an hour. Madison was very worried about both her Japanese friends. Serena spent a lot of her time on her own, telling Madison and Mirai that she was having weird dreams that she needed to figure out. Not that Mirai listened to Serena much. She was always on her own too. Often skipping her classes or coming in late looking tired and worried. She couldn't get a straight answer from either of them. Madison was mostly worried about Mirai though. The two young women had been friends since they had met in Italy and even now their bond was as strong as ever. Their bond of friendship had been extended to Serena as well, all of them sharing everything, from grades to hairbrushes.
"I'm going out for a walk Mirai, okay?"
"Mhmmm." She mumbled.
Madison sighed and walked out the door. She walked out of the campus and out the gates of the school to the city that surrounded the college Madison made her way to the park, breathing in the clear-cut scent of pine and cut grass. Sitting on a bench, Madison she pulled her coat tighter around her body and thought of her home in France.
Madison's Life
Madison was originally born in Nice, but her parents had moved to Paris when she was 2. She was a natural born artist but her parents didn't have the money to send her to a professional art school. Her parents owned a café and she worked there, although unhappy, lundi through samedi. Though her parent's café was wonderful, Madison still wanted to pursue her dreams as an artist. She painted in her room, on her free day, dimanche, and sold her paintings to make money for her family.
Madison's thoughts were interrupted as a single orange-brown leaf fell into her lap. She smiled and pulled a small notepad and a pencil out of her pocket.
"A beautiful leaf." She said to herself and sketched a small leaf on the notepad.
Laughing faintly at herself her face suddenly darkened as she remembered her final days in France.
Madison's Life Continued!
The arguments she had with her parents were becoming more and more forceful. Madison had gotten a scholarship to an art school and her parents had POLITELY refused, saying they couldn't let her go. She had been more than a little angry with her parents. Her fury raged inside of her until her body shook with contained sobs of ferocity. She had left that night. Running and running from the parents that simply could not understand her. The remaining money that she had for selling her paintings (AN: A LOT!) Madison used to get to Italy. Once there, however she couldn't help but stop in an art gallery, wanting to see the works of the great artists before her. It was there that she had met Mirai, a tough, tomboyish woman. Mirai knew how to take life as it came and how to fight back when it dealt her a card she didn't like. They were totally opposite and yet, they became fast friends.
End Madison's Life (AN: NOT LIKE THAT!!!)
"And the rest is history." Madison said to herself, smiling.
"MADISON! HEY MADISON!" The young French woman looked up to see Serena running towards her.
She was wearing a blue tank top and black pants. (AN: The classes that Serena's taking are: Poetry, Math sequence 6, Science/Biology, English 6, gymnastics, and ice skating. *bows...and falls over* OW...) Serena was holding her bag that held her ice skates, and it was obvious that she had just come from practice.
"What're you doing M?"
"Nothing really Serena. Just thinking." Serena gave her an odd look and watched as she got up off the bench, dusting herself off.
"Come ON Madison!" Serena exclaimed, starting to run.
"Why?"
"I don't know!" Serena shouted back, "I just feel elated today!"
"Well, I don't run. That's Mirai's department remember?"
"Yeah, yeah I know." Serena said, her unusual happiness dying down as she slowed to let Madison catch up.
"Were you able to interpret those dreams you've been having Serena?"
Her mood turning serious, Serena replied, "Yes I think so." Her eyes cast down to the ground as Serena thought of the dark man in her dreams.
"SERENA! MADISON!" It was Mirai running towards them. She ran up to them, the three-some's eyes locking.
Mirai smiled faintly, "So, I guess we've all been thinking on our own problems huh?" she said, looking at her friend's somber faces, "Good news is, I figured mine out."
"So did I." Serena said quietly, "In a way."
"WELL, *I* NEVER had a problem to BEGIN with." Madison said laughing, "EXCEPT maybe worrying about you two."
She wrapped one arm around Serena's waist and one around Mirai's. The three women headed back the direction that Mirai and Serena had just come. Back to CCPC.
NOTE ON DORM DOOR:
Serena Tsukino,
You are cordially invited to attend a get together of my acquaintances and I at Capsule Corporation. (Directions listed below) You will be my guest of honor, as I want very much for you to meet my friends. This Saturday from 4 pm on. The exact ending time is undecided. R.S.V.P. Anytime before Saturday, I'll be at the school (of course ^_^) I look forward to your attendance!
Sincerely,
Bulma Briefs
Chapter 5
Chapter 5: Madison
"She's so sad sometimes, it hurts to watch her."
Madison watched as her friend Mirai stared out the window. She had been sitting in the same position for over an hour. Madison was very worried about both her Japanese friends. Serena spent a lot of her time on her own, telling Madison and Mirai that she was having weird dreams that she needed to figure out. Not that Mirai listened to Serena much. She was always on her own too. Often skipping her classes or coming in late looking tired and worried. She couldn't get a straight answer from either of them. Madison was mostly worried about Mirai though. The two young women had been friends since they had met in Italy and even now their bond was as strong as ever. Their bond of friendship had been extended to Serena as well, all of them sharing everything, from grades to hairbrushes.
"I'm going out for a walk Mirai, okay?"
"Mhmmm." She mumbled.
Madison sighed and walked out the door. She walked out of the campus and out the gates of the school to the city that surrounded the college Madison made her way to the park, breathing in the clear-cut scent of pine and cut grass. Sitting on a bench, Madison she pulled her coat tighter around her body and thought of her home in France.
Madison's Life
Madison was originally born in Nice, but her parents had moved to Paris when she was 2. She was a natural born artist but her parents didn't have the money to send her to a professional art school. Her parents owned a café and she worked there, although unhappy, lundi through samedi. Though her parent's café was wonderful, Madison still wanted to pursue her dreams as an artist. She painted in her room, on her free day, dimanche, and sold her paintings to make money for her family.
Madison's thoughts were interrupted as a single orange-brown leaf fell into her lap. She smiled and pulled a small notepad and a pencil out of her pocket.
"A beautiful leaf." She said to herself and sketched a small leaf on the notepad.
Laughing faintly at herself her face suddenly darkened as she remembered her final days in France.
Madison's Life Continued!
The arguments she had with her parents were becoming more and more forceful. Madison had gotten a scholarship to an art school and her parents had POLITELY refused, saying they couldn't let her go. She had been more than a little angry with her parents. Her fury raged inside of her until her body shook with contained sobs of ferocity. She had left that night. Running and running from the parents that simply could not understand her. The remaining money that she had for selling her paintings (AN: A LOT!) Madison used to get to Italy. Once there, however she couldn't help but stop in an art gallery, wanting to see the works of the great artists before her. It was there that she had met Mirai, a tough, tomboyish woman. Mirai knew how to take life as it came and how to fight back when it dealt her a card she didn't like. They were totally opposite and yet, they became fast friends.
End Madison's Life (AN: NOT LIKE THAT!!!)
"And the rest is history." Madison said to herself, smiling.
"MADISON! HEY MADISON!" The young French woman looked up to see Serena running towards her.
She was wearing a blue tank top and black pants. (AN: The classes that Serena's taking are: Poetry, Math sequence 6, Science/Biology, English 6, gymnastics, and ice skating. *bows...and falls over* OW...) Serena was holding her bag that held her ice skates, and it was obvious that she had just come from practice.
"What're you doing M?"
"Nothing really Serena. Just thinking." Serena gave her an odd look and watched as she got up off the bench, dusting herself off.
"Come ON Madison!" Serena exclaimed, starting to run.
"Why?"
"I don't know!" Serena shouted back, "I just feel elated today!"
"Well, I don't run. That's Mirai's department remember?"
"Yeah, yeah I know." Serena said, her unusual happiness dying down as she slowed to let Madison catch up.
"Were you able to interpret those dreams you've been having Serena?"
Her mood turning serious, Serena replied, "Yes I think so." Her eyes cast down to the ground as Serena thought of the dark man in her dreams.
"SERENA! MADISON!" It was Mirai running towards them. She ran up to them, the three-some's eyes locking.
Mirai smiled faintly, "So, I guess we've all been thinking on our own problems huh?" she said, looking at her friend's somber faces, "Good news is, I figured mine out."
"So did I." Serena said quietly, "In a way."
"WELL, *I* NEVER had a problem to BEGIN with." Madison said laughing, "EXCEPT maybe worrying about you two."
She wrapped one arm around Serena's waist and one around Mirai's. The three women headed back the direction that Mirai and Serena had just come. Back to CCPC.
NOTE ON DORM DOOR:
Serena Tsukino,
You are cordially invited to attend a get together of my acquaintances and I at Capsule Corporation. (Directions listed below) You will be my guest of honor, as I want very much for you to meet my friends. This Saturday from 4 pm on. The exact ending time is undecided. R.S.V.P. Anytime before Saturday, I'll be at the school (of course ^_^) I look forward to your attendance!
Sincerely,
Bulma Briefs
Chapter 5