The Hero:
Told by the Damsel in Distress
by moon shadow
There he was looking at me
with a twinkle in his eye.. Not caring for anything but me. Nothing but me. I
could see the love in his eyes, his smile. It made my heart pound faster,
faster, and louder. Why couldn’t he hear it? The movie chair I was sitting in
popped up, throwing me almost over the seats in front of me. He laughed. Gosh, I
love his smile. I sat back on my chair next to his. We never watched the movies.
He ran his hand through my hair, my lips, my face, oblivious to my big nose or
the moles that unattractively spotted my face. Then I felt his hands go down my
back. Moving closer, closing his eyes, leaning in. I leaned with him, clasping
my hands behind his neck, my stomach tingling in anticipation….BEEEEEEEZZZZZ.
My alarm sounded. I groaned. It had
the habit of interrupting all my dreams right when it gets to the good parts. I
dragged myself out of bed and clicked off the alarm. I glanced at the clock.
6:00am. So early. Only 5 more minutes. It won’t kill me to have a late shower.
I closed my eyes. I waited trying to re-experience my dream. What happens next?
I opened my eyes 6:01 I needed to sleep I only have 4 more minutes. Think his
smile. Leaning closer. 6:04. One more minute Touching my lips I play with his
dark hair. Leaning closer and the kiss. I feel nothing. Nothing like what I felt
in the orginal dream.
“Thyaa! Your late!” I sat bolt
upright, threw off the covers. I jam on a pair of jeans and grab a shirt. I haul
myself upstairs and jam on my shoes. Then I go in the bathroom. Wow, I look like
crap! I grab a brush and pull it through my hair. I put my foundation and a
mascara bottle in my backpack and glance at the time.
“C-ya!” I yelled as I go out the
door patting the dog on the head as I go. I see the bus at my mailbox. It stops
waiting for me. Late again. This can’t happen I’m going to get kicked off
the bus! I run and sit in my seat. Aware of everyone on the bus staring at me
and my messy, wind blown, dusty blonde hair. I brush my hair with the
handy-dandy foldable brush I keep in my backpack. Then I put on some mascara on
the top eyelashes. I hate it when girls do the eyelashes below your eyes. It
makes you look like a slut. I put some foundation on my forehead and glance
around. Seeing everyone obliviously trying to make an effort not to look at me.
I rub in the foundation and put everything in my backpack. I’m always late!
WHY ME? Why can’t I be normal with an internal clock that works? I struggle
with my eyelids. STAY OPEN. No, can’t fall asleep. Eyelids vs. Me.
Eyelids still holding the title of all-time champions. Eyelids always
win. Off I go. I wake up to a big smack in the head from the metal window. I
hate it when I do that. OH NO! My homework. Why did I stay up so late reading
Nythia’s stories? Even though they were romances they were really good. They
had nice style. Power concept is due today. I slapped myself in the forehead.
Well, let’s see. I still have a newspaper in my locker from the last
time I forgot my concepts. And Mrs. Inat won’t die if I handwrite it. Hmm…
I have Social Studies 4th hour so I can do it at lunch. Ahh,
good. I relaxed, listening to the
music from the radio that the bus played. This might be my only moment of
relaxation all day. I looked out the window and began to daydream. I daydreamed
about Zythem just as I dreamed about him last night.
I really like him you see and he’s given hints he might like me but
then he couldn’t like me because he never takes advantage of the opportunities
that present themselves. He’s so
confusing. He works at Hardee’s and my FCCLA club had a meeting there
yesterday. It was so embarsassing. After
I pointed him out to my friends the started giggling and teasing me about him.
Little did I know that all the while he was cleaning tables behind me. Then they
all started giggling again and woundn’t stop. They told him about how we tried
to get the bus driver to stop the bus by pretending to be playing strip poker.
What a nightmare! Not to mention it couldn’t be more obviousl that I like him
now that he heard all the giggling and teasing. My life is ruined.
I’m going to stay as far away from Zythem as possible today. I shoulda
brought a paper bag to school. Maybe then people would be so busy laughing
they’d just leave me alone!
Part 2
I got through third hour without any incident yet so I was hoping nobody
knew. Thrid hour would be art. There are several druggies in that class. Many of
whom like my friend, Vecca. But there is this one boy there, Jerth, who
sometimes seems to be around me a lot.
“Thyaa,
you blonde, your drawing is all messy!” Vecca told me from across the room.
She was very pretty. I can see why all the guys liked her, she always teased me
about being messy and being blonde. Though I admit I do act like a blonde a lot.
I really like drawing and I really like the class but I feel stupid because so
many of the other kids can draw so much better than me. Several times I thought
I glimpsed Zythem right in front of me watching me draw. That was really weird.
It never happened before. Maybe because I was too stressed out about it. Relax
Thyaa. You can do it. Oh, great!
Thinking to myself again!
The
bell rang for lunch and I successfully finished my concept as always. I trugged
to my locker to get my Social Studies book. I always
saw Nythia at my locker before 4th
hour. Though I really couldn’t count on her for moral support for anything
like this.
“Guess
what? Guess what?!” Nythia said excitedly.
“Chicken
butt,” I mimicked, Kilope, who always said that to me.
Nythia,
ignoring me, sputtered holding up a newspaper article, “Have you seen this?
Look at this! Ha! I told everybody! He really exsists! And I’m Sailor Moon!”
I
looked at the article. There was a picture of a mutated monster that you saw
only in science fiction movies at the feet of a masked man in a tuxedo and cape.
It did resemble Tuxedo Mask, the hero in Nythia’s favorite cartoon Sailor
Moon. Above the article it said, Mystery Man kills monster that killed innocent
people.
I
took the article from Nythia and studied the picture of Mystery Man who I
thought looked more like a 15 or 16 year old boy. He had dark hair that was
mostly covered by a top hat. He was smiling. There was something very familiar
about his teeth. The bell rang and Nythia, snatching the article away, cursed
and ran to class.
This
was turning out to be a very interesting day, though I didn’t want to rush it
by going to Social Studies all that soon giving Zythem a chance to talk to me. I
mosied down the hall, after all if was tardy I might as well be the best tardy I
could possiblely be. Just like my dad always told me.
I
went through 4th hour but didn’t succeed in avoiding Zythem. He
talked to me about Social Studies and was talking to some of my friends about
last night. I told him I had just a little too much pop. I hope he bought it.
The
first thing that I did when I got home was to grab the paper and cut out the
article and the picture and hang it up in my room. He seemed so familiar. If I
could figure out who I was…It was Friday and there wasn’t any homework so I
opened my reading book. I loved reading. A note fell out.
Thyaa- Meet me at the
movie theater Saturday night at 8 pm. Bring friends. We’ll go to that movie
you’ve been wanting to see. I had fun on Thursday night. You should come to
Hardee’s more often. It was cheap entertainment. Zythem
Wow! Zythem was asking
me on a date! This was too cool. Just like my dream! I ran to the phone and
dialed the Twins number. They were my most trusted friends.
“Hello?” came a
voice.
“Questa?” I asked.
“Thyaa, its like
8:30! Bed time.”
“But, this is
important,” I whined.
“Ok, make it
quick,” She said.
“You know that boy I
like? Well, he asked me on a date tomorrow at the movie theater…Do you think
you could go with me?”
I asked.
“Maybe, we’ll talk
about this tomorrow morning. I’ll call you I promise.” Questa commented to
her twin sister, Jheelopi, and then hung up.
I was so excited I
could hardly sleep.
But who was that
mystery man? It couldn’t actually be Tuxedo Mask could it? This could be the
way that the public finds out who they are but is the cartoon totally right? Is
there already a Sailor Moon? The press didn’t show one but she could have left
before… How awful for Nythia if that happened. Wait a minute! That couldn’t
happen…Nythia HAS to be Sailor Moon. I just couldn’t accept anyone else. I
pushed the thought out of my head and turned off the light. When I suddenly sat
bolt upright. What if I’m not a Sailor Scout and Nythia is maybe she is even
already! She could just be pretending because she doesn’t want to blow her
cover!
Part 3
THIS STORY IS NOT FINISHED
IF YOU"D LIKE TO E-MAIL THE AUTHOR FEEL FREE