Sailor Moon Fan Fiction ❯ Misleading Star ❯ A Long Walk ( Chapter 1 )

As far as grammar goes I fix what the computer says is wrong and that's it. If it's done a certain way it probably was done on purpose. But if you do see something tell me. I cant type that well.

Chapter 1 - A long Walk

The day was June 4, 2001 and I was impatiently staring down the class room clock. Time seemed to stop as I waited for the bell to ring releasing me for my torment and ridicule. I was quite fidgety as I waited glazing upward for I wanted to leave this Hellhole quickly as humanly possible.

The bell rang and I sprang from my seat. Casually walking to the closet were my things were kept and grabbed them. Leiko's jade eyes narrowed as I passed her and her clique hastily to the door. I left that school with no good-byes from me or anyone else.

I thought to myself once outside the school "Only one more year of Junior high and then I'm free to start a new"

A voice rang out "where' you goin' in such a rush off to see your boyfriend," It was Leiko and her group, "Oh, wait you don't have a boyfriend (pause) `cause you're a little slut!" I never was good with comebacks so I just kept walking saving myself some more embarrassment.

"Why ya' walkin' away afraid I'll hurt you," She called out, "ya' little wuss!" My fist tightened and I focused on the ground trying to restrain myself from what I wanted to do. I increased my pace as the laughter of the girls began in their shrill voices. As the laughter faded I proceeded in the direction of the bike rack. Once there I discovered my tires slashed. I looked at my bike then thought of those girls and the ocean began flowing down my face.

Leiko was slender and of medium height and surpassed us all in beauty (or so she thinks) with her velvety skin, dark forest green eyes, and long blonde hair that shimmered in the sun. But underneath that sweet timid girl that everyone saw she was cruel and hurtful to those unlike her or people who didn't meet her standards.

I wiped my puffy eyes before any one saw me crying in my despair. As I walked away from my bike headed to go home all I wished for was one friend that could understand what I had been through. My bike would be fine till morning when mom could pick it up.

It was three o' clock by that time and I had a long walk before me. As I strolled down the street the cool wind blew my golden brown hair off my shoulders, as my equally brown eyes stared into the concrete as if to analyze the particles within it. It was the ending of spring and the beginning of the golden season but the wind still chilled me. But I was unsure about whether it was actually the wind or my insecurities.

Still walking around four o' clock, I was nearing the end of my little journey home. My hand hung down below my waist and my finger grazed the metal fence that stood beside me. It made a sort of sound like a small drum tapping its little beat of suspense as I walked. Quite tired at this point I stopped and rested on some cold steps of the large cathedral towering above Rolldrum lane (a street two long blocks away from my house). Cars zoomed past while dogs barked at my presence. I thought of what mom would say when I finally got home and how she would over reacted at my explanation. She was always pretty predictable when it came to things like that.

Soon I began the rest of this horrid walk that came to a welcomed end at four thirty as I reached my home. Mom wasn't there so I called her cellular phone. I knew she was out looking for me. So I slouched down into our comfy couch and called.

The phone was answered in a panicking voice.

"Mom I'm home," I said tiredly." Instantly I was scolded and chewed out with, were have you been and wait till I get home I'm going to and so on. She hung up the phone abruptly. I could only imagine what she would say once home.

Ten minutes later wheel screeched to a halt and a car door slammed. Mom was home! Footsteps stomped up our wooded porch and the front door banged open. Like a lion pounces on a lamb I was beaten with words some to hard to make out, for she was talking to fast. But I stood there and took it until she finally said "Now where have you been?"

I jumped at the chance to explain myself and told her everything that happened. Her face grew solemn and then changed to sympathetic. Tears welded up in my eyes again but I held them back.

"Those girls again huh," she for once calmly said.

"Yeah"

"If it would do any good I'd talk with your principle but being the end of the school year," Her voice trailed off. I didn't say a word and I gave her no expression that would send her into some sort of lecture. She looked at me and sighed.

"Come on then let's have dinner." She said turning toward the kitchen. Mom was tall and thin as a pencil. Her hair the color of the moon hung just below her shoulders, but her large violet eyes could give a stare that could pierce into your very soul. It was hard to look into them. She was quite pretty and I longed to be like her and to have her wisdom and spirit that was always ready for a new challenge.

I followed still thinking about the day, but the thought was soon swept away as the sweet smell of our roast surrounded by a variety of vegetables filled my nostrils. I ate to my hearts content and then went to watch television and immediately fell asleep for the rest of the night.