My So-Called Life Chapter 2
By Lil' Sparkle
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Thump
Usagi rolled on her stomach and got off the floor after she
unceremoniously fell on. She looked at her bunny alarm flashing 7:39 at her.
"Aww, stuff," she muttered, beginning the rushing drill that had her out of
the house in ten minutes. She flew down the street, dodging cats, dogs, people
and poles. She rushed into her class and was seated seconds before the bell
rang.
"Hello, my name is Ms. Meiou, and I will be your long term substitute
teacher. Ms. Haruna was in a car accident yesterday and will be in the hospital
for a while," said the tall green-black haired woman. "So, why don't we make a
get-well card for her before we begin today's lessons."
The class spent about an hour getting the gigantic card together and
signing it. Usagi drew a little rose with a bunny saying 'get well soon"
"Now class, let's begin with math. Please pull out your books and open
them to chapter 5," said Ms. Meiou. And that's how the day proceeded. When the
bell rang, Usagi went up to Ms. Meiou and asked, "How long will Ms. Haruna be
in the hospital?"
"Possibly a month or two. Don't worry, she will be okay," she assured the
young lady. Then Usagi left, running to find Naru.
Don't worry, Princess, you'll be safe.
Usagi ran into the arcade. "Hey, Toki, did you call the art school lady?"
"Yes I did Usa-chan. You have an appointment at 4:30."
"Thank you so much, " Usagi cried, crushing the poor Motoki in a tight
hug.
"Careful Usagi, you might cause him internal bleeding," stated a deep,
very masculine voice.
"Sorry," Usagi apologized sheepishly.
"Hey, Mamoru, what's shaking?" asked Motoki regaining his breath.
"Finals, finals. Finals. Oh and more finals," exasperated Mamoru sitting
next to Usagi.
"Bummer," sympathized Motoki. "Anything I can get you?"
"Coffee would be nice."
"Don't you drink anything else, ever?" criticized Motoki
"Yeah," Mamoru dead panned.
"What?" asked Motoki intrigued.
"Water," stated Mamoru
"You're impossible!" Motoki exclaimed, throwing his hands up in defeat as
he left.
"So how are you, Usagi?" Mamoru asked the forgotten Usagi.
"Nothing. I have an interview to get into an art school."
"I didn't know you draw."
" I don't call it drawing, more like doodling, but Toki insisted and it's
something to do."
"Oh," mused Mamoru.
"Here's your coffee," Motoki said, scrunching his nose in disgust.
"Do you do this to all your customers?" asked Mamoru.
"Nah, just you," said Motoki.
"Thanks for the special treatment, Motoki," Mamoru mumbled
sarcastically.
"You're very welcome," Motoki smiled and left.
Usagi looked at the two friends batter and laughed. Then she saw
Mamoru and her in a kitchen.
"Mamo-chan, how come you only drink coffee? It's disgusting," she said
scrunching up her nose.
"Why do you eat chocolate?" retorted Mamoru.
"Because chocolate tastes good. Coffee is nasty alone. You don't even
put cream and sugar in yours.
"Well, it just the way I am I guess," he shrugged.
"Oh is that why you are so bitter." Usagi said thoughtfully. "But I love you
bitter butt anyway."
"I love you too, Usako," he replied sarcastically before pulling her into a
kiss.
"Usagi, Usagi!"
"Huh? what? I didn't do it," she said startled.
"Are you okay? You blacked out for a minute there," said a worried
Mamoru.
"Don't worry, Mamo-chan, I'm alright."
"Mamo-chan?"
"I'm sorry," she said turning a vibrant red.
"It's okay, it's cute," he smiled.
"Well, I should be going now. I guess I'll be seeing you later." They
exchanged good–byes and she the arcade in the direction of the art school.
Mamoru looked after her when a brunette came up to him.
"Hey, Mamoru, what's happening?"
"Hey Makoto, just thinking. Do you think she got her memories back?"
"I don't think so. Setsuna said her subconscious might send her
flashbacks. Why?"
Mamoru turned to her, ":Because she called me Mamo-chan."
"Intentionally or by accident?"
"I think it was an accident. Before she said it, she blacked out."
Makoto looked thoughtfully, "Maybe she had a memory flashback."
"Maybe," he said quietly.
Usagi walked down the street, many confused thought running through
her head. Mamo-chan? Where did that come from?
Your subconscious
Who are you?
Your subconscious
Is that all you can say?
No, you asked where Mamo-chan came from, and I told you. Then you
asked who I was, and I told you.
So you are my subconscious
Bingo, but you can call me Serena
Okay, well it was nice meeting you. Now I'm going to commit myself to an
institution for introducing myself to myself.
Shaking her head form the most bizarre conversation ever, she
approached the art school. It wasn't very big, but it was beautiful. Turning the
door handle, she peered into the hallway. Exquisite paintings and sculptures
invited her. She was inspecting the glass figurines when a woman came up to
her. "May I help you?"
Usagi jumped, startled by the woman. Turning to her, she tried to calm her
beating heart. "I'm here for an interview," she said.
"Oh, you must be Usagi. Please follow me," said the sandy brunette.
Usagi walked behind her, wringing her fingers until they turned white. After
walking through the long corridor with unique artwork, they stopped in front of a
huge sea blue door that appeared to have waves on it. The lady instructed Usagi
to wait for Ms. Kaioh and left. Usagi took a seat and waited anxiously. While
waiting, her eyes came across a beautiful painting of a princess with silvery white
hair and a white shimmering gown reaching out to her prince who had midnight
black hair over a very chiseled face and his body clad in a shiny black armor
matching the color of his hair. Usagi peered into the Prince's eyes, which were
filled of love for his princess.
"Endymion, I can't wait 'til we get married," said the small woman,
wrapped in her lover's arms.
"Neither can I Sere," he replied.
She turned slightly, enabling herself to look at him in the face. "Endy?"
"Yes, love?"
"Do you love me?"
"Yes, I do. You know that," he said, pecking her on her cheek.
"How much?" she inquired.
"Too much," he replied sarcastically, wincing as she hit him.
"Sometimes I don't why I even bother," she said turning back around. "You
couldn't be sweet if I doused you with sugar and honey."
He chuckled, pulling her folded arms body closer to him. "Serenity, I love
you with all my heart and soul. You are the very essence of my life. Without you,
life is not worth living. I love, need, want, hold, cherish, and adore you because
you are mine."
"I love you too, Endy," Serenity said kissing him. "But next time when we
do confessions of love, don't steal lyrics form Rei."
"Miss Tsukino?" a woman-voice said softly. Usagi turned and looked at
her. The woman before her was tall and thin, with hints of inner strength hidden.
Her hair was sea green and eyes were aqua green. "Hello, I'm Ms. Kaioh, but
please call me Michiru," she said, shaking Usagi's hand. "Please have a seat."
While Usagi was seated in the oversized chair, Michiru looked over her artwork.
Usagi squirmed as Michiru's eyes and face held different expressions. After what
seemed like an eternity, Michiru raised her eyes from the portfolio to Usagi's
apprehensive stare. "Nervous, huh?"
"A little," squeaked Usagi.
"Don't be. With the talent you have just shown me, I would be honored to
have you at my school." Usagi relaxed a tinge. "And I will also give you a full ride
scholarship."
"Really?" Usagi croaked.
"Yes, really" Michiru smiled. With that Michiru typed Usagi's personal information
into the computer. "Your schedule will be email to you at the end of the week.
And that's all for today. I look forward to seeing you next week, Usagi."
Standing to shake Michiru's hand, Usagi politely thanked her. Walking out of the
room, Usagi bumped into a tall woman with very short hair. If Usagi did not know
who she was, she would have thought the person was a man dressed in black
slacks and a tan shirt.
"Sorry", both women said at the same time. Usagi stood in shock as her hero
stood before her, repairing any damage that the collision may have cause her.
"Y. You you your." Usagi stammered, pointing her finger out at the women
before her.
"You're a very late date," Michiru finished as Usagi struggled to breath.
"I'm sorry Michi, but traffic was horrible and," the blonde started to explain.
"Save it Ruka. You're lucky anyway because I just finished a very important
interview with a very talented artist. " Pointing the direction of Usagi, the two
women look at her as her face became once again, red.
"Hi." she squeaked.
"Ruka, this is my new student, Tsukino Usagi. Usagi, this is the love of my life
and famous female racer, Ten'ou Haruka." Michiru introduced the two.
"Hey kid, lighten up." Haruka joked at the still very red and still Usagi. " I don't
bite.... Hard"
"I know. It's just that you are my favorite racer, and I always wanted to meet you
and and and" Usagi stuttered.
"Why, thank you very much. I am very flattered. Well, you'll be seeing a lot of me
now, kitten, " Haruka stated, holding hands with Michiru
Then, there of all places Usagi got another flashback.
"Hey kitten, what's wrong?" a concerned Haruka asked.
"Nothing, it's nothing," Usagi cried, ending with the patent Usagi wail.
"Kitten, stop crying. Whoever did it I promise that I will break every bone in their
body. Just please stop crying," pleading Haruka who never was able to deal to
handle tears, much less Usagi's tears. As she murmured all kinds of threats and
ran herself crazy because of all those cursed tears, she notices that the wails
became laughter. Loud, obnoxious, and definitely unappreciated laughter.
"Kitten," Haruka said menacingly.
"Sorry, 'ruka. But you should have seen the look on you face." Usagi laughed,
wiping a tear from her eye. "It was classic," she finished as another round of
laughing overtook her. Then she caught the dangerous glint in Haruka's eyes.
"Hey I was just kidding, you know that right 'ruka?" Usagi asked, slowly backing
away from the scary looking senshi. "Right, Ruka? A little hee hee." Seeing that
this was not pacifying her friend, but was making her look even more threatening,
Usagi tried one last tactic. "You would not hurt you favorite kitten, would you?"
With those words, Haruka ran after the poor girl, growling.
And all Usagi heard after that was "RUUUUUKKKKAAAA!"
"Should we pour water on her or something?" Michiru asked, staring at the
transfixed Usagi.
"Uhh?" said Usagi, shaking her head.
"Are you alright kid?" implored a worried Haruka.
"Oh, it was just the fact that I just met my idol and all that. You know, shock,"
Usagi covered, not wanting them to think she had issues.
"Okay, we'll we must be on our way. I see you later this week, Okay Usagi."
"K."
With that the two women reentered Michiru's office, and Usagi exited the
building. Once outside the building, Usagi said quietly to herself, " I just met a
totally hot guy, got into a nice art scool for FREE, and met my idol. This week has
been so awesome." With that, she squealed and ran and jumped in a circle
outside of the building.
Looking outside of the window, Michiru and Haruka looked at the young girl's
antics before she composed herself and walked home.
"Well, it's nice to know that she still has a never ending supply of energy,"
remarked Haruka.
"I know. But I also think that seeing you triggered another memory. The inners
and Setsuna have been telling me she has been having them often."
"Yea. Speaking of which, we need to inform Pluto that everyone is in position to
continue to watch her."
"Hopefully, she'll remember before the Negaverse decides to capitalize on our
situation," Michiru concluded.
End of Chapter 2