School Part 1

I do not own Sailor Moon. A/N: Again thank you all for your reviews. This chapter is going to be kind of short because I'm sick right now. I hope to get over this flu or whatever it is really soon so I can get the next chapter out soon.

It didn't take Usagi long to reach her school. She checked her watch, which read 7:30. The first bell didn't ring tell 8 o'clock so she decided to sit on the glass by the quad and wait until the bell rang. She walked over to the quad and picked out a nice deserted spot where she could be alone and no one would bother her.

Usagi watched as other classmates met up with their friends; saying good morning and giving each other hugs. Watching them reminded her of the times she use to run up to her friends and greet them. Their names were Hitomi Yaga, Sashi Gurata, and Mitoki Haruni. The three were her best friends in grade school, but when they entered middle school things had slowly changed. At first it was little things, like forgetting about meeting her at lunch. When Usagi asked why they didn't meet her, they would say that they couldn't find her. Usagi believed them at first, but then when they didn't show up at lunch again for seven days in a row she decided to go look for them herself. She walked down the halls and asked a few of Hitomi, Sashi, and Mitoki's other friends if they had seen them that day. They said that the trio always hung out over at the track field during lunch.

Usagi quickly ran out to the track field. As she got closer to the field, she spotted them by the bleachers laughing and eating together. Usagi called out to them, and they turned their heads and saw Usagi running up to them. They got up and walked over to her Hitomi was the first to speak, "Hey Usagi we couldn't... " Usagi cut her off, "Couldn't find me huh? That's what you said last time. I just talked to some of your other friends and they said that you guys always hang out here at lunch. Is that true?" Hitomi again was the first to speak, "Well you see Usagi me and Mitoki and Sashi have been thinking and we decided that you are just too childish. I mean were in middle school now and you still want to go to the candy store after school. We think that it would be bad for our new reputation to be seen with you" Sashi and Mitoki nodded their heads in agreement Usagi had tears in her eyes but forced them back. "So now that we are in middle school you guys suddenly have a 'reputation' now? I see. Well it was nice knowing you guys have a nice life!" Usagi said in almost a yelling tone. She was trying to control her emotions and not make a big scene. She turned around and quickly ran off. She spent most of that night crying into her pillow. The other half she was busy throwing away all the things that reminded her of her old friends. She was so upset and angry at them the picture frame she was holding slipped out of her hand and broke into pieces. Glass spread all around her bedroom floor. She cursed her self and started picking up the pices quickly. When all the pices of glass were picked up and were in the trash can, Usagi noticed her right hand was bleeding. Not a lot, just little cuts. Usagi stared at her hand completely forgetting her past feelings; the pain in her hand was the only thing that was on Usagi's mind. She just stood there looking at her bleeding hand until she went to the bathroom and washed it. She watch the small amount of blood mixed with the water and spin down the drain.

The next day at school Usagi had a bandage around her right hand. Her old friends were with their new friends, acting like she never existed. That day Usagi just stopped talking to her other classmates and stopped trying to make friends. She never wanted to feel the hurt of rejection again. Soon people were calling her loner and teasing her because she never talked. The names kept up until the end of middle school. Now she was in her second year of high school ( A/N: its second year right? Because in the anime usagi was 16 in her first year of high school right?) and she still didn't talk to anyone. But there were times that she would think back to the little girl at the old temple; wondering what she was doing and if she still remembered her. The bell rang for the start of school and usagi got up, bush the grass off her uniform, and started walking to her first class.

To Be Continued.