Hey all. I tried to write a story before, but I didn't really have a plot planned out. Then I decided: why not go with what I know? My life! So this story is loosely based on events that have happened in my life. Believe it, cause it's true. Let me know what you think. Oh, and there may be some vulgar descriptions of things, just to warn you. This isn't a G-rated thing. OK? Oh, and I don't own Sailor Moon, I just wanna use the characters to tell my story. OK? Now to begin....
Chapter 1: The beginning of the end of my teenage life
My name is Serena Tsukino. What that means to you will determine how you interpret this story. You see, most of my life I have been judged based on who I am or, rather, who my parents are. You see, my father is the prestigious mayor of New York and my mother is a well-known fashion stylist. To any outsider, we are the perfect American family. The two good-looking successful parents, the perfect athletic son who is also very intelligent, and then there's the intelligent, rebellious, honest daughter that no one really likes because she's too bold. What can I say? Do these people expect me to be fake just because my parents live their lives as different people than who they really are? Yeah right. Welcome to my world. Twisted, reality, fun, cool, disgusting, disgraceful, call it what you want, now you're in it. Let me bring you up to speed on some things. Sit back and relax. Enjoy.
June 2001
Everyone tells me I'm beautiful and blah blah blah, but I'm not the most beautiful person on this earth. I can tell you that much. I'm about 5'6", wavy, golden blonde hair with God-knows-what-color highlights in them, curvy for my age, which is 14 right now, but I'll be 15 in a few months. Don't let that fool you. Anyways, I'm smart, witty, painfully honest, and a lot of other stuff. I haven't had a real boyfriend yet because, let me tell you, I haven't always been the jewel that I am now. Not many wanted to talk to me before. But now, there's this guy at my church who claims to like me. His name is Darien Shields. My GOD, he's fine. Tall, dark and handsome, just how I like it. He's got the most mesmerizing eyes and smile I've ever seen in my life. He claims to like me and all, and I've heard that he wants to ask me out. He's 16. He'll be 17 in January. Anyways, I'm on my way to church right now. Riding with me are my parents and my brother is going to come when he feels like it. I have a severe case of butterflies thinking about seeing him. Oh God. Help me. We're here. Shakily, I step out of the car. Hey, I'm feelin pretty good today in my white jeans, pink floral tank top and white sandals, compliments of my mother. My make-up is flawless, and I can take anyone on today. Watch out world! Anyways, I've got my strut going. As I walked into the building, I scanned for him. Oh man....breathe....there he is. You see, he's the drummer for our church. How sexy he does look when he is up there too. Anyways, after doing his piece, he came to sit down in the congregation, and there just HAPPENED to be an empty seat next to me, (clever idea, don't you think?) and he sat down. As usual, we started writing notes during the sermon. He asked me out. I said yes, of course! I was expecting the best from him. What I wasn't expecting, was the pain that comes with the pleasure.
Let me know what you all think. If you like, I'll continue. BE HONEST!!! Thanks!
