AN: Hey people, I thought of this idea a LONG time ago, and now I am writing it since I am done with my major stories, well... most of them anyways. I hope you all enjoy this story!!

Mandi-Solo

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Sailor Moon, or anything like that... but that'd be cool!!

New Girl

Ami began to slowly walk down the sidewalk of her new town she moved to just last week. She found it a nice, quiet place to live. It was a small town, on the foot of a giant mountain. There must not have been more than about a thousand people living in this town, with one college (which she was attending), one high school, and three elementaryjr. high schools.

Her dark black hair, which looked more like a blue in the light, fell down to cover her neck, but did not fall onto her shoulders. Her back began to sweat with the weight of her backpack and the heat of the day weighing onto her. With a squeeze, she pours the last of her water into her mouth, the coolness swiping against her teeth.

The sidewalks were empty, besides a few children walking home from school, and her. The stores were just beginning to grow crowded as the town's people got off of work early to go shopping. The high school students did not get out for another hour, and Ami was enjoying the quiet stillness while it lasted.

The college was in sight, and she was only two more blocks away. The light turned red, and she stopped at the crosswalk. A little girl joined her side, and tapped her shoes lightly. With a small smile from Ami, the girl frowned.

"I am not allowed to cross the street without an adult holding my hand," the girl complained. "And my house is on the other side of the road. Can you hold my hand while we cross, Ma'am?"

Ami gave a small laugh, and reached her hand out to the little girl. "Sure, of course!"

The girl smiled, "thank you so much!"

Ami smiled back and the light turned green. Ami led the girl across the street, the girl swinging her hand back and forth. Ami began to swing, too, hearing the little girl giggle. They reached the other side, and Ami let go, but the girl still held on. Ami looked down and saw the girl looking back up.

"Thank you very much, Ma'am." She said, giving a toothless grin.

"Your very much welcome," Ami replied, still waiting for the girl to let go of her hand.

"I hope to see you again!" Finally the girl let go, and she skipped her way down the other sidewalk, and Ami gave another smile and continued on her way.

After crossing the other street, she walked onto the college front lawn. The giant statue of a tiger in the front, with the school's name written in the wood: "Hammermill University"

Ami smiled, shifting her backpack to dry some of the sweat on her back. She walked past the statue, and towards her first class that was in the front, but behind the gym.

The grass was neat and clean, attracting the eyes with its bright green that was not so common in this town. Pink, purple and blue flowers were scattered around campus, bringing more color than the tan painted buildings with the red rooftops. The gym was gigantic, and Ami could hear the basketball players from outside. One of the doors flung open, and a man walked out, sweat covered the upper part of his shirt, his hair wet and covered his forehead. Ami stopped to watch him as he walked up.

He turned around to call back to a friend, "yeah! I'll be there! Just let me wash up! I got a class!" Before he could turn his head, he bumped into Ami, who fell onto the ground, scrapping her knee on the concrete.

He looked down and reached out his sweaty hand, "oh my gosh! I am so sorry, Miss!"

Ami smiled and grabbed his hand as he helped her up. "It's okay, it was an accident."

"Are you sure you're okay?" He asked, looking down at her knee, which was bleeding. "You're bleeding pretty bad!"

"Oh, it's nothing. I'm late for my next class, I don't want to be late on my first day."

"So you're new?" He asked, sudden curiosity in his tone.

"Yes, I just moved last week. I'm still kind of new."

"Kind of..." he said, letting a quiet laugh escape his mouth.

Ami laughed, too. "Yeah... well, I'm sorry."

"You have nothing to be sorry about!" He said. "I was the one who wasn't looking!"

"But I was the one that stopped in the middle of the sidewalk."

"But I was the one that scrapped your knee, or was it already scrapped?"

Ami laughed, "guess it wasn't."

"Listen, uh...?"

"Ami," Ami said, reaching her hand out. "I'm Ami."

He grabbed her hand and shook it gently. "I'm Mark. Listen, Ami, I feel terrible about all of this. Look! You got sweat on your shirt!" He pointed her the front of her shirt and then to her shorts.

Ami blushed, "oh, it's okay. I smell already."

He laughed, "but I as the one that was really sweaty! Let me say I'm sorry by treating you to dinner tonight, show you around town."

Ami looked up at him, her smile gone, and her face red. He was looking down at her, a sheepish grin on his lips. Her heart began to beat, and she let out a deep breath she didn't know she was holding. "Uh... sure?"

He jumped and clapped his hands like a little boy happy during Christmas time. "Great! Do you have a pen?"

"Uh... yeah!" She reached into her backpack and pulled out her small address book and a fluffy, blue pen. "Here."

He laughed at the pen, and tickled his nose with it. "Awesome! Okay, here is my address and phone number." He wrote it down, and tore out another blank piece of paper. "Can I have yours?"

She took the pen and paper and wrote hers down, and handed the paper back to him. His face gleamed and he held it tight in his hands. "Great, Ami! I'll call you tonight!"

She nodded and he walked away, almost running. She looked at her watch, there was some time left to go get cleaned up in the bathroom, maybe get the smell of sweat off of her in the locker rooms.