It was never easy for Serena to live her life at home and school. Now she's going into her 11th grade year of high school, has moved for the last time to a town in North Dakota and is fed up and wants a change in reality! But how is she going to do that when her father hates her so much he becomes violent, and she has all of this unwanted attention at school, making her the one thing that she could possibly care less about and is constantly in the way; being popular. There is also a secret about Serena that she doesn?t know yet, and a group teens searching for their Princess from so long ago. So how can Serena try to change her life with all of this going on?

rating: PG13

Character/Pairing: Serena

When You Wish for Change

By: SailorMoon489

Prologue:

Have you ever thought that life could turn out the way that you had hoped and dreamed for? Have

you ever tried to make a wish on a random star in the midnight sky, wishing that things could change?

Or was the wish about the school hottie dumping his most popular, varsity cheer leading girlfriend?

for you?

Life for me was always like that. Well somewhat. Yes, I do wish that things in my life would change, but

to be honest, I could totally care less if, any guy for the matter, breaks up with their hot girlfriend for

me.

My life is like a living hell, and when you live in my world, you only learn a few emotions. Hate, fear,

pity, loath? and pain.

I was born in the city of Tokyo, Japan. No I?m not fully Japanese. I?m a mix between American and

Japanese, but I look more American then Asian. My parents were visiting my grandparents on my

father?s side of the family. My mother was four months pregnant with me at the time. But that was

when they first arrived there. My parents were going to be staying with my grandparents for a few

months to help out with some things around the house and to plan for the family reunion that was

going to happen in the middle of the upcoming summer. They were thinking that the middle of July

would be best for all of the family.

The reunion was for my father?s side of the family, and he also knew that his unborn child would be

born by the time of the reunion. My father, Kenji Tsukino, was hoping and wishing for a boy. But he

also came to the conclusion that a girl would be nice too. But he just didn?t want to go through all of

the things that his father had to put up with his older sister. My aunt, Nikomi Hayashi, was married

to a rich business man, Norio Hayashi, by the age of 18. Norio is three years older her and is the third

oldest in his family. They have two kids. Kobayashi is the oldest, he?s older than me by a year and

Kimiko the youngest by two years, and she?s younger than me by a year.

When it got around to the second week in June, my family was expecting me to be born within the week. But to their surprise, I was born two weeks late. I was born on June 30th, 1992. I was a healthy

little baby, and my father?s hopes were crushed when he found out that he had a little girl. My mother

already knew what she wanted to name me, if she was going to have a girl. She gave me the name of

Serenity Usagi Tsukino. Granted they weren?t really going to call me Serenity, so my mommy gave me

the nickname of Serena. But while we were in Japan, everyone called me Usagi. It did get confusing at

sometimes, though because I wasn?t use to my name yet and also I was an infant.

When my father saw me for the first time, he was happy. Not the ?Oh my god I have a daughter!? kind

of happy, but the ?Oh thank god she doesn?t look like me so I don?t have to call her mine,? kind of

happy. Yes, you can say that my father is a jackass. I think that too. But he does act like he cares?

well sometimes.

We stayed in the country side of Tokyo until the reunion was over. Then my parents took me to my new

home in the busy, crowded and over populated heart of the city of Tokyo, Japan. We lived in Tokyo until

a few months after my second birthday. Then we moved to another big city, but this time it was in the

United States of America. And the state that holds this city is Maryland. We lived in Baltimore for three

years. And during the second year there, my little brother was born. Before Sammy was born, my father

used to take his anger out on me sometimes, but mostly when ever my mother wasn?t around. Like

whenever she left to go to the store, he would watch over me?

There was no physical violence, but he would just yell at me. He always had the thought of if he didn?t

want me then he didn?t have to treat me like I?m one of his children, which I am! My mother never knew

about it, and she still doesn?t know till this day.

After Sammy was born, we packed everything and then moved to another city in Maryland, Rockville.

Life there was worse than ever! If you think that my father not liking me and taking out his problems

on me was bad, well let?s just say that all of the kids at school don?t like me. Growing up, life was hard.

I had no friends, my teachers could care less about me, and I was constantly bullied about my hair!

By the age of six my hair had grown quite long. It was a few inches past my knees, so my mom decided

to put it up in the hair style that she use to wear her hair in when she was my age growing up. My hair

was styled into two pigtails with two small balls of hair at the top. Everyone called me ?Meatball Head,?

or ?Ball Brain?. Those were some cruel names that kids called me.

When I was about eight or nine, the one thing that I never thought would happen, happened! It was

one day during free time; these kids were picking on me and so this new kid in school, Cady Williams,

came over and got them to stop. She was really nice to me unlike the other students and teachers. So

we became friends right away. We also found out that we have a lot in common!

But things weren?t to last. Two years later, there was a sniper attack in Rockville and some other cities

in the state of Maryland. They shot at anything and anyone in sight. They even shot my best friend

when she was walking home from school with me one day.

The kids at school blame me for her death. But I just didn?t care anymore. Life was getting harder and

it was also starting to get out of control when my father lost his job and started drinking heavily. When

he got a new job, the drinking started to slow down a bit as dad got more and more into his work. But

when he did drink, he got really violent and abusive. Even in his drunken stupor, he knew not to do

anything when mom was around. But he knew that my mother was a heavy sleeper, so right after she

fell asleep, he would come into my room and beat the living daylights out of me. He would slap my face

and punch and kick me in the stomach, sides, and back. I had bruises all over, but no one knew. No one

knew except for my brother.

In the dark of the night, he would hear my cries for help and my yelps of pain. My father also threatens

me that if I tell anyone about this, it would be the end of me. And so I told Sam not to tell anyone and he

listens to me.

I started to cut myself around the age of twelve. The cuts didn?t get bad until I was about fourteen. Things

started to change. My father started to get really weird when he was drunk, he still beat me though. And

everyone at school didn?t seem to hate me much? well just the guys. The girls still hate me and wish I were

dead. And boy do I agree with them all the way.

When I got to eighth grade I decided to cut and dye my hair, to get rid of the awful memories of my past. I

dyed it black and cut it just a few inches past my shoulders. I still have my bangs but what I don?t have any

more is my long golden blonde hair. And that I am thankful for. Over the years I have gone into a deep

depression and I am almost suffering from anorexia. I still eat, but not that much. I mean the only thing that

I will have is water!

But then one day, during school, I fainted during gym and was rushed to the hospital. They noticed the cuts

and bruises all over my body and I told them that I did the cutting but got jumped by some girls one day

walking home from school. They told my parents and my father told them to put me into a place where I could get help and let my body recover from all of the violence that my father was putting on me; he never told them that he did that to me. And to let my inflicted cuts heal up. There is a place in the hospital where they do all of that, and they immediately put me in there. I still kept dying my hair black and I did get it cut twice a year.

Everyone there was so nice and they too, knew what I was going through. Some of them went into drugs because of everything that had gone on in their lives and some just tried to commit suicide. I had also got to talk to some people that had suffered from anorexia and have survived. I liked that place. It was like heaven compared to home that was hell.

I stayed there for the next two years. And when I was let out, well let?s just say the only reason why I was let out was because my family was moving. So I was released three days early and started packing. Sammy told me that we were moving to New Salem, North Dakota.

Chapter One