Hey, y'all! So hi! So, I watched some Sailor Moon and read some Fanfiction, and I finally found out Amara's last name. I honestly have no idea how to spell it, so yeah. Also, I corrected some incorrect details, so now this is all shiny now.

Oh, and my new upload schedule is one chapter per week, usually uploaded on Saturday/Sunday American time. However, once I go on Winter Break and possibly Thanksgiving break, you might get a few chapters in it.

Also, due to the amount of reviews I'm getting, which is like 1, I'm assuming you guys don't like it. But that's ok, because I mainly am posting this for me, and I am putting it on here because I want to see if other people like it. So yeah! Enjoy the chapter!

-Aqua

Normal POV

"So, you making the robots?" asked a creepy woman with a tight black jumpsuit with neon blue stripes on the side. She had a long ponytail of the same neon blue that glowed in the dark factory. The man, who had a black jumpsuit like the woman's, except for the neon yellow stripes and hair. "Yep. They look like normal humans, but when activated, will be vicious creatures. The positive energy they collect will be good batteries for It." The man spoke in a creepy voice as well. The woman nodded. "I'll use the Happy-o-meter to find the happiest person in this city." She pulled out a weird computer-like device with smiley faces all over it. She pressed a few buttons and it beeped. The man and woman waited a few seconds before it beeped again, and the woman spoke. "The target is Wanda Carter, who is in the 6th grade at Cummings Middle School. She is a field hockey player, and I know that there is a game tommorrow, so the robot will be a cheerleader. However" the woman frowned, "we need to watch out for the Sailor Scouts." "The what?" "Seriously, Sol? Have you read Villians Weekly recently? They're the women in the ridiculously short skirts that live here." "Oh, right, Moth. I've heard of them." Moth smiled. "Good. I'll activate the robot in the morning. Goodnight, Sol." "Night, Moth." The two villians went to bed.

Earlier that day...

Miranda's POV

I smiled. "Why hello, Father." Darien instantly looked uncomfortable. I took the letter and ran, yelling behind me, "Bye, Dad!" The look on his face cracked me up. When I got to the apartment, I pulled out my key, which Amara finally trusted me enough to have, and opened the apartment door. I put the letter on the counter, and went to my room. I have spruced it up more to my tastes. Its walls were now covered in posters, and the boring blue bedspread was replaced by a green and pink pinstriped one. I got dresses into a Cummings Middle jersey shirt from the fan store, and some denim shorts. I then whipped out my brand new iPhone 5S; yes, Amara trusts me enough to buy me a new one. I already thanked her for it. I began texting:

Me: u guy's study group is Amara's right?

Lita: yep

Amara: class almost over. Be there in 15 minutes. Ttyl

Wait. Did Amara just use text speak? Well, that's a first. I went into the living room and turned on the TV. I channel flipped until I came to something I enjoyed: motorcross. I watched that for a while, and I yelled "DUDE, THAT'S NOTHING! KEEP RIDING!" when my favorite rider crashed and didn't get back up. I kept doing that until the door opened, and Amara came in, wearing the gah-I-have-too-much-homework look. "Hi," I said. She disappeared into her bedroom. Oh well. I kept watching until I was aware that she was sitting next to me, watching as well.

A while later, I heard a knock on the door and a high pitched voice say, "Oh Amara, I'm here! And I hope you have some food!" It could only be Serena. Amara ran to the refrigerator and got out an entire microwavable meal. She opened the door, and Serena came walking casually in, along with Luna and Artemis. Amara handed her the meal, and Serena put it in the microwave, while doing a happy, squealy dance. Her Food Dance. While Serena had her back turned, Amara looked at me and twirles her finger by her head. I nodded and smiled. The next thing I heard was Serena chomping her food happily. I rolled my eyes.

Over the next few hours, other girls came trickling in. When they were all here, they gathered around the coffee table, opening their textbooks. I just watched motorcross, ate dinner, or another microwave meal, did my English paper, which was easy, and just watched more TV. When my favorite rider lost, me and Amara yelled, "OH COME ON!" at the exact same time. "Jinx!" We yelled together...again. "Jinx machine is out of order, please insert another quarter." I chanted. Amara playfully lunged at me, and I fell onto Serena, who kicked Raye, who leaned over on Amy, who tossed her textbook onto Lita, who smacked Mina, who hit Michelle with her hair, who spilled her Coke onto Trista. We all then started a crazy, playful war. Well, it was all fun and games until somehow, Amara's favorite magazine went flying into the sink. I turned to Serena, who must have thrown it. "Oh, Serena, you are so going to pay for that," I said, with an evil smile. "Oh yeah, is she," said Amara, same grin on her face. As we playfully beat Serena up, I heard Luna say, "Well, the apple doesn't fall far from the tree, I guess." Artemis just sighed.

The next day...

Normal POV

"Well, it's almost time for the big game," said Sol. Moth smiled and nodded. "I'll program the robot." She turned to the line of robots. "Good afternoon, Robot #1! Target Wanda Carter, mode of sports. Begin activation!" A robot suddenly glowed. When the glow stopped, there was a real looking girl with a black ponytail and red cheer outfit on. She said in a monotone voice, "Sheryl Layder, activated!" Sol smiled. "She looks nice. I'll deliver her and oversee that she does her job properly. It will be pleased." The two started to laugh. "MWAHAHAHAHA*cough cough* HAHAHA!"

A few hours later...

Miranda's POV

It was the day of the big field hockey game. I was on the team, and we were playing Godfrey Middle. I was in my uniform, and was driving to the field we were playing at by Amara. "Dang, I'm nervous," I said, trying to stir up some conversation in the awkward silence. "Every athelete gets nervous; don't worry, it'll go away as soon as you start playing." Amara said. More awkward silence.

Eventually, we got to the field. Amara gave me my stuff, wished me good luck, and drove away. Strange. I would have loved it if she stayed to watch. When I was Amanda, at least one of my family members would have come. I pushed those thoughts away. "Okay, Miranda, focus on the present. The past is wayyy behind us." I muttered. I saw Wanda Carter, one of my teammates, laughing with her family. They looked so happy. I sighed. Oh well.

The game started. Because of that, I only had to think about the ball. The ball. I got so wrapped up in that thought, I didn't notice the almost robotic voice saying "Go team! Go!" When I heard that, I nearly tripped over my field hockey stick and fell flat on my face. I turned in the direction of the voice. It seemed to be repeating. "Go team! Go!" It was a cheerleader. She had a black ponytail, and her mouth didn't seem to be moving in sync to her words. Her voice was emotionless and high pitched. She didn't sound real. Weird. I then focused some more on the ball.

I heard someone shout, "Sheryl Layder, stealing sequence activated!" That was a weird cheer. Suddenly, the odd cheerleader's eyes glowed red. She opened her mouth, and a stream of something resembling molten gold started flowing into it. Its pom poms became a spikeball, and she threw them. I heard screaming. Wanda was the source of the yellow stuff. She fell to her knees, hands on her head. She kept screaming, "NO, STOP! PLEASE STOP!" She started crying. The spikeballs hit some fans, and all chaos broke loose. Everyone started yelling and running off of the field. I didn't feel like running, though. Something inside of me seemed to be telling me to stay. Wanda didn't run. Instead, she collapsed crying. "Wanda!" I ran towards her. She looked up at me. "M-Miranda. Stop the p-pain. S-stop it." she choked out. Wanda went limp. I looked towards the beast, who was still stuffing its face with the golden stuff.

I shrieked in rage and threw my field hockey stick at it like a javelin. The creature started shrieking. Its scream sounded like scratching a chalkboard. It started growing. It was soon the size of a building. I had no other defence. "What can I do?!" I thought. The answer hit me in the head. Literally. I heard something go thunk and I felt a pain in my head. I looked down. It was a dark blue stick, topped with a lilac heart and a symbol. I knew it symbolized something, but I forgot. "Pick up the stick and say, "Mini Uranus Star Power!" said a voice that sounded like Luna. I looked around, but Luna was not there. "Well, here goes nothing," I said. "Mini Uranus Star Power!" The next big thing was a shocker. In a flash of light, I was wearing a uniform. It had navy sleeves and a pretty darn short skirt that was the same shade as the sleeves. However, the skirt was pretty long compared to the skirts Rachel wore. In the center of my chest was a big lilac bow. A bow of the same color was on the back of the skirt. I was wearing navy combat boots and a golden tiara with a amythyst in the center. And navy gloves. In other words, I looked like a sexy superhero. Cool!

"Hey, Sheryl!" I yelled. The ugly beast turned its huge head towards me. "I am Sailor Mini Uranus, guardian of the past skies, and I stand for hope and justice! And you took away Wanda's hope for happy thoughts, so I must serve YOU some justice!" Weird. Those words just flew out of my mouth. And I knew now what the yellow stuff was. Happiness energy. I could feel the warm, light energy and somehow knew what it was. Maybe my hot Sailor Mini Uranus self was smarter than Miranda. The thing screamed and summoned its deadly spikeballs to throw them at me. I knew it was deadly because there was a fan lying on the bleachers, the look of death on his face. The beast started aiming its spikeballs at me. I yelled, "Planet Energy Force, Smack!" A weird feeling surged in my hands, like I was manipulating the earth's magnetic field. I made a smacking motion towards the monster, and it flew backwards- right into a gigantic stadium light. The monster's limbs flew everywhere, sparking. Wait. It wasn't a monster, just a robot. The giant stadium light was also sparking. Suddenly, the happiness energy came flying out of the lifeless robot's mouth back into Wanda, who was laying unconcious on the side of the field. It looked like the robot was puking. I giggled.

All of the sudden, the robot limbs disappeared into thin air. My Sailor Mini Uranus outfit disappeared, leaving me in my field hockey uniform. My super energy faded as well, making me feel like someone hit me with their field hockey stick and launched me to the other end of the field. I collapsed. "Miranda! Are you okay?!" yelled a familiar voice. I looked up and saw Amara and Michelle running towards me. They reached me, and helped me sit up. Amara looked into my eyes. "What happened? And where is everyone?" I managed to choke out, "Cheerleader - robot - evil." Michelle handed me some water. I drank it and told the entire story. When I was done, they looked suprised. I will admit Amara looked a bit proud. "So you fought the robot by yourself?" she asked. I nodded. "That must mean we have a new enemy." Michelle said grimly. "That's not good." I said. "Tonight, we should hold an Emergency Scout Meeting." Amara said.

After the giant robot attack, the game was rescheduled. The team swore an oath to tell people that the reason the game was rescheduled was because of lack of players, not because of a metal mutant cheerleader, because that would make us sound crazy. So yeah. That was the event of a crazy day.

Normal POV

"Hi Moth," said Sol as he walked back into the dark factory. "Sol! Where's the energy?" asked Moth. "The robot was destroyed." he replied. Moth facepalmed. "Oh well. That robot was the first and weakest. Anyway, who or what destroyed it?" "A Sailor Scout." Moth's eyes narrowed. "A Sailor Scout. How many were there?" "Only one. And it was a younger, weaker one." Moth was starting to get angry at her dumb brother. "You could have destroyed her!" "I didn't know how!" "Well, maybe you should have read the article about them in Villians Weekly!" "I don't have a subscription!" "Well, get one!" The two argued about the magazine Villians Weekly until an evil solicitor came to the factory, selling cheaply made ray guns. Moth and Sol didn't buy one.

That's all, folks! This chapter was fun to write, especially the villians XD. See you next week!

-Aqua