A Lady's First Steps
Fandom: Sailor Moon
Description: Michiru faces her future.
Rated: G
Characters: Michiru, her parents
Spoilers / Timeline: Pre - series
Words: 195
Prompt: Describe your characters' thoughts and experiences on the first day of a new school year.
Disclaimer: Bishoujo Senshi Sailormoon belongs to Takeuchi Naoko.
Notes: An entry for round one of Last Writer Standing during Battle VII at sailormoonland
She stared up at building. It was an immense structure, all cold steel and glass. It seemed to reach all the way to the sky.
A woman stood behind her to prevent her escape.
"I don’t want to go!" She cried and tugged at her itchy clothes, wanting to run as far as she could without stopping.
A man approached them, carrying a leather bag. The tears dried up when she saw her name stitched across the front. He handed the bag down to her and she squeezed it fondly.
"There’s no reason to be afraid," the woman reassured her. They fixed her uniform, straightened the bow in her wavy teal hair, and took their turns kissing her wet cheeks.
"You’ll make us proud, Michiru," her father smiled warmly. The girl paused, taking in one last view of her parents. Then she straightened her back and nodded bravely.
"We love you," her mother told her.
"I will do my best for you, mama! Papa!" Her parents hugged her tightly. Michiru absorbed their love and swore to honour them with her work. A buzzer sounded. Time to go to school, to learn to be a lady.
Description: Michiru faces her future.
Rated: G
Characters: Michiru, her parents
Spoilers / Timeline: Pre - series
Words: 195
Prompt: Describe your characters' thoughts and experiences on the first day of a new school year.
Disclaimer: Bishoujo Senshi Sailormoon belongs to Takeuchi Naoko.
Notes: An entry for round one of Last Writer Standing during Battle VII at sailormoonland
She stared up at building. It was an immense structure, all cold steel and glass. It seemed to reach all the way to the sky.
A woman stood behind her to prevent her escape.
"I don’t want to go!" She cried and tugged at her itchy clothes, wanting to run as far as she could without stopping.
A man approached them, carrying a leather bag. The tears dried up when she saw her name stitched across the front. He handed the bag down to her and she squeezed it fondly.
"There’s no reason to be afraid," the woman reassured her. They fixed her uniform, straightened the bow in her wavy teal hair, and took their turns kissing her wet cheeks.
"You’ll make us proud, Michiru," her father smiled warmly. The girl paused, taking in one last view of her parents. Then she straightened her back and nodded bravely.
"We love you," her mother told her.
"I will do my best for you, mama! Papa!" Her parents hugged her tightly. Michiru absorbed their love and swore to honour them with her work. A buzzer sounded. Time to go to school, to learn to be a lady.