**POST EDIT** I made some mistakes, so I went back and changed them. Stupid me!

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In this chapter... Find out for yourself :). See ya for now!

-Aqua

Miranda's POV

And then came training. Training was basically me running 100 laps around the entire apartment complex, and it was huge. I also found out that I was actually pretty fast yet skinny, like a Windclan* cat. I also discovered that after you think you run out of energy, you suddenly feel this burst of energy, and it feels like you could run forever. It's cool. And if you see a girl with a brown braid looking like she is getting chased by her mother...well, now you know. Man, it's annoying running around your apartment complex with a woman you barely know yelling,"Faster, Miranda! Faster!" I also have to do a bunch of strength exercises. You might think I was in the Superbowl the way I was training. Sadly, I haven't learned the more interesting things Michelle has told me about, like the attacks and transformation. And now for my first day of school as Miranda Tenoh...

I got out of the yellow covertable with my briefcase and new uniform on. My hair was in the braid that was my new normal hairstyle. I walked to the doors, mumbling, "Bye." I quickly went over my plan. The plan was to act bored with everything and be slightly grumpy, like a rebel. If the cool girls got in my way, I would just ignore them and do the opposite of what they wanted, to infuriate them. Amanda would have cried and tried to please them. But Amanda is dead. I walked into the office. "Welcome," the office lady said. "Are you Miranda Tenoh?" She pronounced my name like Mer- on-da. I sighed, annoyed and told her how to pronounce it. "Ok, Miranda," she said,"You are in homeroom 6T. Here is your schedule." I looked at it and realized it was the same as Amanda's. "Ok," I took it and started to leave. "Wait! You still need your locker assignment. And a girl from your homeroom will show you around. Her name is Rachel." Rachel. Ugh. Rachel was the queen bee, the top of the popularity list. She always made fun of Amanda and probably now me. She had shiny long blonde hair and brown eyes that reminded me of shadows. And tons of makeup. She was ugly, in my opinion.

Rachel arrived. She looked the same, except for the new stupid fads adorning her hair and arms. She had new shoes on and a new purse sat on her shoulder. The skirt was as short as it could go without showing underwear. She inspected me like a trophy she was judging. "So this is the new girl," Rachel said. "The new girl has a name, you know. It's Miranda." I growled, like a warning to her. "Just saying, but braids went out of fashion, like 5 years ago," she said. "I don't care." "And combat boots? Ew." "I said, I don't care." "You at least like One Direction, right?" Rachel asked, offering one of her One Direction bracelets like a peace offering. I took the bracelet and snapped it in half. Rachel's eyes filled with tears. "D-do you know how to do the Cups song-" Before she could finish, I grabbed the front of her shirt and pulled her up. "Listen, Rachel. I don't like One Direction, I don't care what you think about my clothes and my hair, and the Cups song is actually 6 months old. And I won't let you tell me about what's in or out. Understand?" Rachel nodded. By now, she was crying, and her mascara was running. I could see why. In the week of training I have had, I have grown muscle, and gained some weight, and I used to be a stick. I think I also grew at least a few inches.

The office lady returned. Embarrassed, I dropped Rachel. Rachel scooted to the corner, looking like a guilty puppy. "It's ok. I've seen worse." I relaxed. "So, Miranda, Mrs. Timothy, your homeroom teacher, assigned you the locker of a dead girl. Usually, it makes some people sad. So, do you want it?" I already knew which locker I was getting. I nodded. "Ok, you guys can go now." She handed me ths piece of paper that had Amanda's locker number and conbination on it. Rachel lead me to the locker, still shaking and not saying a word. I opened it and put my stuff inside. I walked into the classroom, where Mrs. T came over to me and explained the procedures. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the class gathering around Rachel. Of course. The New Kid Gathering, in which Rachel would explain what social group the kid should be in and how to treat them. Rachel looked frightened as she spoke. The other students looked at me. Some were smiling. Their eyes spoke. "Well done," they seemed to say. I looked right and grimaced. Nora was apart from the others, tears in her green eyes. I then had a flashback.

It was the first day of kindergarten, and I was walking up to the playground, ready to make friends. I wanted to make friends with that nice-looking girl named Rachel. My hair was in pigtails, and I was wearing a pink top with jeans. I walked up to Rachel, who was on the slide. "Hi, my name is Amanda, and-" "Stay away! I hate you because that shirt is for babies." I stood there as it sunk in. I started crying and ran to the corner. "Crybaby!" yelled Rachel. I felt a tap on my shoulder and a girl with curly blonde hair and green eyes looked at me. "What's wrong?" the little girl asked. She had a purple dress on. "R-Rachel doesn't want to be my f-friend!" I wailed. "I can be your friend. Rachel is a big meanie. She isn't my friend, either." Suprised, I stopped crying. "Okay!" I said, now smiling. "Yay! My name is Nora. What is your name?" "Amanda. Let's play on the swings now." "Okay!" We ran to the swings. From that day on, Nora was my best friend. And swings were a bond between us.

This next event happened in 3rd grade. We were swinging in Nora's backyard, after going home with her and doing our homework. "I just now noticed that you don't look like your mom and dad. Are you adopted?" Nora asked. "I don't know." I answered. "Maybe you are a long-lost princess." "From the planet Uranus!" "Your mom is the queen!" "I was a warrior as well!" "You had a talking cat!" We listed many possibilities about this imaginary girl. As we talked, I felt something stirring up inside of me. I heard a woman's voice say,"True. All true." I gasped. "Amanda, what is it?" "I felt weird, like something was stirring inside of me!" "Maybe you're a demigod! That's what happened in my new book Percy Jackson and the Lightning Thief!" "I've read that book!" We talked about that book for a while. I forgot all about the woman's voice.

Earlier this week, I was talking to Luna. "You used to live on the planet Uranus, as Princess Miranda. Amara was Queen Amara. You guys were also the warriors of the planet. This was a long time ago, but now, you should remember it all." It was true. I remember the battle against the Negaverse, and how me and Sailor Uranus lost our lives in that battle, and how the Kingdom of Uranus was destroyed. I also remembered the lilac dress I wore, the gold tiara I wore, and how Queen Amara had a more motherly love for me.

It was now I made the connection. The woman's voice was Amara's, and Nora predicted the future.

"Class, this is Miranda Tenoh. Let's all welcome her. Miranda, do you have anything to say?" Mrs. T said. "Sup." I said. "Thank you, Miranda. You will be sitting next to Lauren. Lauren, raise your hand." Lauren raised her hand. Great. My old seat, in the back of the room, where it smelled of sweaty armpits. I was looking foward to sitting near the front. I sat next to Lauren. The red-head smiled. "Thank goodness you're sitting there. There used to be a loser named Amanda sitting there. She died in a car crash. I was only her "friend" because I felt sorry for her. Seriously, who would like her? She's boring. Nora must really miss her, though. She hasn't stopped crying for days. They were like, BFFs, so I totally understand." Okay, I admit that what she said burned. I wanted to yell that I was Amanda, but I didn't. "AMANDA WAS MY COUSIN, GENIUS!" That came out louder then I meant. The class turned and looked at Lauren and I. Lauren turned red, muttered, "Sorry, Miranda." and scooted her chair away. She seemed really embarrassed. The class continued to stare. I leaned back and gave them my I-don't-care look. They looked away. I grinned. I was liking being Miranda.

The rest of the day was normal, except that someone had to lead me to every class. Instead of sitting at the loser table like I usually do with Nora, I sit at the troublemaker table. I also saw Nora watching me with a glimmer of hope in her green eyes. She was constantly staring at me, like she knew I was Amanda. I was walking home when I ran into him. I was walking home because today, Amara, Michelle and the others were in class, as they attended the local university. I was just walking, enjoying the fall colors. SMACK! I ran right into a man by the mailboxes. His letter floated onto the sidewalk. The man had black hair and blue eyes. He was wearing a green blazer that wasn't very current in fashion. "Sorry. Here's your letter." I said, picking up his letter. I then noticed the name on the letter. Amara Tenoh. "Hey, I know Amara Tenoh. I can deliver it." The man's eyes squinted. "You do?" "Yeah, I'm her daughter." His eyes widened. "What?" I asked. "Miranda, I am your father." (Cue the Star Wars music)

Here's the chapter. Pretty interesting, wasn't it?

*Only readers of Warriors will understand that. Told you there was a lot of Warriors references.

I couldn't help with the sentence at the end. It makes it sound dramatic. Next chapter, Miranda will transform into Sailor Mini Uranus! Bye!

-Aqua