**POST EDIT** I made some mistakes, so I edited this. Stupid me!

Hi, Aqua here, and this is a rare occasion: me updating a day apart! That's a record because usually it takes me a month to write the chapter and upload it. So, in this chapter, we will meet "her" and find out why Michelle and Amara are picking her up. Enjoy, and be sure to leave a review!

Amanda's POV

Hi. My name is Amanda Smith, and I'm in the 6th grade at Cummings Middle School, and today was not normal. Well, it started normal, but after that, a total life/plot twister happened. Let me tell you about it.

"Bye, Mom!" I called as I ran out the door and started running to the bus stop. I heard her yell something back, but I couldn't hear her. Little did I know that that was the last time I would see her and my house. I reached the bus stop and adjusted my uniform, a black cardigan over a white polo shirt and a tan skirt, which each girl at my school got to wear. The boys got pants. I was carrying my pack, also known as a black briefcase. I heard the bus coming and as soon as it stopped, I jumped on and sat im my usual seat in the front.

I checked my reflection on the early November frost-covered window. A girl with blue eyes and brown, messy, shoulder length hair stared back at me. I wasn't ugly, but not pretty, either. What was weird was that neither of my parents had hazel eyes or brown hair. My hair wasn't really brown, either. Just dark blond with the slightest hint of black, making it look brown.

The bus ride was also pretty normal. The unpopular kids, including me, sat in the front, reading books or playing on iPhones. The popular kids sat in the back, gossiping about who knows or who cares what. I read Sun Trail, a Warriors book. I love Warriors!

When we got to school, I found my 3 friends, Lauren, Phillipa and Nora hanging out by some lockers. "Hi guys, what's up?" I said. "Oh hi Amanda, we were just talking about ..." Lauren said before returning back to their conversation about make up brands. Boring. I was jolted out of my daydreams by Nora. "Hey Amanda, are you okay? You seem quiet today." "Oh, I was just thinking about the order of events. Like, is your life already planned out by fate? Or is it just completely random?" "Oh, I think-" BRRIINNGG! Phillipa was interrupted by the bell.

The rest of the day was normal. I was just trying to look like I was paying attention, but actually, my mind was on a different planet, it seemed. I just had a very short attention span. Except for orchestra, of course. I rock on the violin!

The end of school bell sounded as I put in my locker combination. I packed my briefcase and went downstairs to get my violin. Some giant eighth grade boy tripped a sixth grade girl and mocked her. "HEY! STOP THAT!" I yelled at the thug. He stopped in his tracks. "I GOT A VIOLIN AND I'M NOT AFRAID TO USE IT!" I shouted. He let out a girly shriek and ran. The girl giggled and I started to, too. She thanked me and left. Gee, I can't stand bullies. They're just plain evil.

I walked calmly out of the building and shimmied up the flagpole. I knew the cars in the carpool line and the kids that matched each car like the back of my hand. And that's when things started going downhill. My mom's van was not in the line! I scanned the line and found a car that did not belong. It was a yellow convertable with two women in it. One had turquoise curls, and the other had short, dark blonde hair. I assumed that someone had relatives picking them up, and I slid down the flagpole. Thank goodness I had shorts on underneath my skirt! I walked over to the sidewalk and turned around to watch a pretty bluejay fly gracefully over my head. I smiled to myself. It was a gorgeous day, and the sun felt warm against my cheeks. "Hey, are you Amanda Smith?" A woman's voice said. "Huh?" I turned around and saw the two women in the yellow convertable. "Uh, yes." "Get in the car." Said the one with the blonde hair. Shocked, I just stood there. "I said, get in the car." She said again. I mumbled something stupid like "Yes, sir" and got into the car. I then looked at the blonde one's eyes. They were my eyes. Weird. The one with the turquiose curls said,"I see you play the violin. So do I." She smiled at me. I managed a small smile, and then I leaned against the car door, the breeze blowing my hair onto my face. I pushed it back and said, "Where are we going and why are you taking me?" The blonde one said, "I'll explain later." "But-" "I said I'll explain later." I then decided it was best to shut up.

A few minutes later, we arrived at an apartment complex pretty close to my school. We got out of the car and I was led to a door on the second floor. The blonde woman got out a key and opened the door. I stepped into a fairly small apartment. The blonde one said, "The guest room is just down that hallway. That is your room. Change out of that uniform and sit down, and I'll explain everything. Oh, and my name is Amara and that is Michelle." I went into my room and closed the door. It was a room with white, bare walls and a bed with a blue bedspread. On the bed was a gray t-shirt and a denim skirt, and brown combat boots. I put the outfit on and put my hair into a low ponytail. I walked into the apartment's living room, where Amara and Michelle were waiting. "Sit," Amara said. I sat on the ottaman.

"Let me tell you beforehand, that this isn't a dream. You aren't crazy. What I'm going to tell you is 100% real. Understand?" I nodded. "Your neighborhood was destroyed, and no one in your "family" survived." I started feeling like crying. I shut my eyes and thought, "Hoover dam, Hoover dam." I opened my eyes and everything was blurry. "Do not cry. As I was saying, the neighborhood was damaged and there are no survivors. But the catch is, those weren't your real parents." I gasped. "S-so who's my real mother?" I asked, my voice trembling. Amara looked guilty. "I switched you out with the real Amanda Smith. The real Amanda lives in the orphanage. I am your real mother." (Cue the DUN DUN DUUUN)

I started feeling dizzy. "WHAT?!" I yelled. Amara continued, "Have you ever heard of the Sailor Scouts?" I have heard rumors that they were superheroes that were disguised as ordinary women. "Yes." I replied. "Well, I am Sailor Uranus. Michelle is Sailor Neptune." "Whoa," I whispered. "And you are Sailor Mini Uranus." "SAY WHAT?!" I yelled, shocked. "You are Sailor Mini Uranus. Any questions?" I swallowed. "Yes. If my name is not Amanda Smith, then what is my name?" "Your name is Miranda Tenoh." "But I can't just go to school saying my name is Miranda Tenoh!" "I told the school that Amanda died. I'm already re-enrolling you as Miranda Tenoh. Oh and one last thing: your appearance has been altered by spending too much time with mortals, so I'm going to restore you to your natural appearance. It won't hurt at all. Luna?" A blue cat with a crescent moon on its forehead appeared and meowed. As I turned around to look at it, it spoke: "Luna Pure Cleansing**!" The last thing I thought was, "Talking cats?! No way?!" before my legs turned to water and I fell face foward onto the carpet.

Cliffhanger in your face!

**I made it up myself.

Next chapter, we meet the other Sailors, and find out who Miranda's father is! If you enjoyed, be sure to review! See you later!

-Aqua