Meg: I OWN EVERYTHING!! MWHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!
Amber: No you don't
Meg: *cries* I know. BUT THEY CAN'T TAKE AWAY MY DREAMS!!!!
Kelcey: You're weird.
Meg: Arigatou gozaimasu!!!!!
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"Uggghhh! Those to are so mean sometimes!" Megan said aloud as she walked out into the field from her trailer. She was 12. Her mom, step-dad, and grandparents were gone so her 15-year-old and 9-year-old sisters were entertaining themselves by picking on her again.
She was the different one. The one everyone loved to pick on. Tomboy, geek, dork, zombie, vampire, those were some of the names people called her, if they talked to her at all. Megan had dark brown hair, so dark that most people that saw her swore it was black like it used to be. That was the only thing she had inherited from her Cherokee Indian heritage. She also had pale skin and green eyes. Amber, her 'perfect' older sister, had reddish brown hair, dark brown eyes, and dark skin that always looked like she had gone to a tanning bed to get. But it was all natural. Dark skin is something Megan knew she would never have. She had a cheery voice. Amber was tall and built to play basketball, which she was best at. Amber was also the one with all the friends. Everyone was always telling Megan 'You should go out more instead of hanging out in that bedroom with a book all the time.' Another thing she knew she would never be: social. 'I like being alone.' She always thought. But she never said it out loud. If she did, she would get in trouble. Amber and Kelcey could say almost anything and not get in trouble. Kelcey, the cute one, had dirty blonde hair that no one had any idea where it came from, medium skin, and huge brown eyes. Kelcey's size was small, but everything else about her was big: her loud voice, her big plans for her life, her smart aleck attitude, etc. Megan was quiet and had a voice that sounded like a teenage boy's when she did talk. Basically, Megan was different. She knew it and everyone else knew it. But she didn't care. She did things her way, acted however she wanted no matter what other people thought of her.
She glanced up at the top of the driveway that connected to the field and saw a group of three boys in a circle, their bikes parked next to her next-door neighbor's mailboxes. They looked about her age. They were kicking at something inside the circle. As she walked towards the, she began to hear the pained meows of a cat.
'I don't like cats, but even I think that's mean!' She thought, her quick-temper beginning to rise. Within a few seconds she was a few feet away from them.
"Hey! Leave that cat alone!" She shouted angrily.
"Who's gonna make us?" One of the boys said, sounding amused.
"I am!" Megan spat angrily, her temper reaching the breaking point.
They started laughing hysterically. "You! BUT.*HA*.YOU'RE.*HA*.JUST *HA*.A.*HA*.GIRL!" Another of the boys said as they broke into hysterical laughter again.
That was it. That was one of the things that she just couldn't stand: being called a wuss. She lunged at the boy that had called her a girl and punched him right on the nose. The other boys stopped laughing as the boy she punched fell to the ground and began bawling as blood ran down his face from his nose and mouth.
"You're gonna pay for that, girl!" The boy that hadn't said anything shouted as he lunged at her and punched her right in the nose. Blood began pouring down her face as she socked him in the stomach, causing him to fall to the ground and begin gasping for air. The last boy ran screaming to his bike and a few seconds later, the other two boys did the same.
Blood still streaming down her face, she got down on her knees to examine the cat.
"Hey. What's your name? Mine's Megan." Megan spoke softly. The cat was coal black. She noticed a crescent moon on its forehead. "That's a strange mark. It's pretty though. I think I'll call you Luna." She picked up Luna and cradled her in her arms as she began to walk home. "I can't believe I'm talking to a cat. It can't understand me and I don't even LIKE cats." Megan said to herself as she walked home.
Once she got home, Amber patched them both up and gave Luna a bed to sleep in for the night. By that time, the sun had set and it was Megan's bedtime.
"Do I have to go to bed now?" Megan complained as Amber dragged her across the floor to her bed by her foot.
"Yes! Tomorrow's a school day and if you don't go to bed now you'll be tired in the morning!" Amber said irritably as she tucked Megan in.
"O.K." Megan said exasperatedly. Amber walked to the door and turned out the light. Almost instantly, Megan fell into a deep sleep.
Luna opened her eyes from her bed in a box in Megan's room. 'These three might just be the Sailor Sisters' Luna thought to herself, "I'll follow Megan tomorrow and find out."
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Meg: Good, ne? Give advice, ideas, or you thought in reviews please! And flames will be laughed at then given to Amber to heat her room!!
Amber: No you don't
Meg: *cries* I know. BUT THEY CAN'T TAKE AWAY MY DREAMS!!!!
Kelcey: You're weird.
Meg: Arigatou gozaimasu!!!!!
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"Uggghhh! Those to are so mean sometimes!" Megan said aloud as she walked out into the field from her trailer. She was 12. Her mom, step-dad, and grandparents were gone so her 15-year-old and 9-year-old sisters were entertaining themselves by picking on her again.
She was the different one. The one everyone loved to pick on. Tomboy, geek, dork, zombie, vampire, those were some of the names people called her, if they talked to her at all. Megan had dark brown hair, so dark that most people that saw her swore it was black like it used to be. That was the only thing she had inherited from her Cherokee Indian heritage. She also had pale skin and green eyes. Amber, her 'perfect' older sister, had reddish brown hair, dark brown eyes, and dark skin that always looked like she had gone to a tanning bed to get. But it was all natural. Dark skin is something Megan knew she would never have. She had a cheery voice. Amber was tall and built to play basketball, which she was best at. Amber was also the one with all the friends. Everyone was always telling Megan 'You should go out more instead of hanging out in that bedroom with a book all the time.' Another thing she knew she would never be: social. 'I like being alone.' She always thought. But she never said it out loud. If she did, she would get in trouble. Amber and Kelcey could say almost anything and not get in trouble. Kelcey, the cute one, had dirty blonde hair that no one had any idea where it came from, medium skin, and huge brown eyes. Kelcey's size was small, but everything else about her was big: her loud voice, her big plans for her life, her smart aleck attitude, etc. Megan was quiet and had a voice that sounded like a teenage boy's when she did talk. Basically, Megan was different. She knew it and everyone else knew it. But she didn't care. She did things her way, acted however she wanted no matter what other people thought of her.
She glanced up at the top of the driveway that connected to the field and saw a group of three boys in a circle, their bikes parked next to her next-door neighbor's mailboxes. They looked about her age. They were kicking at something inside the circle. As she walked towards the, she began to hear the pained meows of a cat.
'I don't like cats, but even I think that's mean!' She thought, her quick-temper beginning to rise. Within a few seconds she was a few feet away from them.
"Hey! Leave that cat alone!" She shouted angrily.
"Who's gonna make us?" One of the boys said, sounding amused.
"I am!" Megan spat angrily, her temper reaching the breaking point.
They started laughing hysterically. "You! BUT.*HA*.YOU'RE.*HA*.JUST *HA*.A.*HA*.GIRL!" Another of the boys said as they broke into hysterical laughter again.
That was it. That was one of the things that she just couldn't stand: being called a wuss. She lunged at the boy that had called her a girl and punched him right on the nose. The other boys stopped laughing as the boy she punched fell to the ground and began bawling as blood ran down his face from his nose and mouth.
"You're gonna pay for that, girl!" The boy that hadn't said anything shouted as he lunged at her and punched her right in the nose. Blood began pouring down her face as she socked him in the stomach, causing him to fall to the ground and begin gasping for air. The last boy ran screaming to his bike and a few seconds later, the other two boys did the same.
Blood still streaming down her face, she got down on her knees to examine the cat.
"Hey. What's your name? Mine's Megan." Megan spoke softly. The cat was coal black. She noticed a crescent moon on its forehead. "That's a strange mark. It's pretty though. I think I'll call you Luna." She picked up Luna and cradled her in her arms as she began to walk home. "I can't believe I'm talking to a cat. It can't understand me and I don't even LIKE cats." Megan said to herself as she walked home.
Once she got home, Amber patched them both up and gave Luna a bed to sleep in for the night. By that time, the sun had set and it was Megan's bedtime.
"Do I have to go to bed now?" Megan complained as Amber dragged her across the floor to her bed by her foot.
"Yes! Tomorrow's a school day and if you don't go to bed now you'll be tired in the morning!" Amber said irritably as she tucked Megan in.
"O.K." Megan said exasperatedly. Amber walked to the door and turned out the light. Almost instantly, Megan fell into a deep sleep.
Luna opened her eyes from her bed in a box in Megan's room. 'These three might just be the Sailor Sisters' Luna thought to herself, "I'll follow Megan tomorrow and find out."
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Meg: Good, ne? Give advice, ideas, or you thought in reviews please! And flames will be laughed at then given to Amber to heat her room!!