This is a story that I made up for English class using the vocabulary
words.  So if there are big frilliest words in there that is like O.o … 
you'll
know why!   Enjoy!

Every Other Day
By Eternal Angel (Usako9@hotmail.com)
Disclaimer : Sailor Moon Does not belong to me.

	I should have known that sickly-sweet sound of her friend Rachel's
voice was an ill-omen to her current predicament.  But of course I just
had to brush it off, as it was nothing.  I always knew that Rachel could
never revert from her officious personality.
	Of course today wasn't such a bad day until this moment.  A presage
of bad weather filtered the sky when a pall of dark clouds begins to move
itself inward.  The branches of the trees became pliant, as it moved with 
the
breezes of the wind that got harsher by the moment.
	I was going to the game center, as usual, after a long tiring hour of
detention.  Of course I didn't want to be errant to my teacher's list of
demands, but getting to school at an ungodly hour of eight was not a bright
spot on my day!  To bad she did not have a date today, if so, she would
have kindly let everything slide.  She was always filled with so much
ebullience the day of one of her 'hot' dates, but on other days she was just
bitter.
	But I reached the game center; my eyes then meet with the violet
eyed, dark haired girl that had started all of this for me.  She pulled me 
onto
a stool between her and the dark haired cutie.  Of course, I'll be the last 
one
to ever admit that he is cute.  He was one of those specious people that
you wouldn't want to fall within their trap.  We had a lot of enmity against
one another, as we usually pass heated tirades back and foreword, until we
are interrupted by one of our friends who had enough.
	But I guess they were the ones that planned this all out, not just
Rachel alone.  I remember you remarking something frilliest about me, as I
came back with a bunch of recriminating remarks, as Rachel and Andy
rubbed their temples.  And as we continued to argue, Rachel snapped.
Grabbing us both (surprising us at how strong she really is) she immured
us into the back room locking it, as we were left in a stage of tumult.
	The first thing we did in the room was panic.  Hell, being stuck in a
dimly lit room with your worst enemy was not something that a girl would
like to brag about.  After finding that no matter how hard we hit the door, 
it
wouldn't budge, we decided to take out our anger on the next best thing:
each other.
	Strident words bounced back and foreword, they become animated
and gesticulated – and a lot angrier by each passing moment.  But people
can only scream and rant at each other for so long.  With now empty words,
far off gazes, we could not help but wonder why we even fought in the first
place.
	"Why are we in here again?"  He asked me, eyes gazing into mine.
And being like the idiot it was, I felt my stomach flutter, my heart begin 
to
melt, as I silently cursed at myself for being such an loon, I glare at him 
in
response.
	"I should be asking *you* that since you were the one that obviously
got us in here the first place!!"  Another rebuke escaped your lips, as I 
felt
like kicking myself for causing another argument.  "Ohh jeez, this is just
silly, it isn't as if our arguments actually get us anywhere!"
	"It gets me somewhere," he then responded, his eyes surrounded by a
mysterious aura, as I felt my body betray me again.  I gulp, "What?"
	Leaning closer to me, you softly touch my cheek and whisper, "It gets
me to forget how attracted I am to you.  How much I really want to wrap my
arms around you and kiss you instead of arguing you …" His arms then held
my waist, tightening his grip he lifted me up.
	"…and it gets me to forget how much I really love you…" His lips met
mine, as I find myself falling into sweet oblivion.
	Maybe it wasn't such an ill-omen after all.