< Hey, thanks. ^_^ Anyways, if it's really bad,let me know. Also, any ideas, let me know… MagsU@aol.com--My mailbox isalways open, except when AOL shuts down… Enjoy the fic… ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~ Prologue: Makeovers for Meatball Heads ~ "It is the last thing I need!" cried Serena, slamming her thingsdown in Raye's room at the Cherry Hill Shrine. She plopped herself in front ofthe food on the tray on the floor. Raye hardly looked up from her manga,and Ami was too busy studying to really acknowledge anything, but Mina and Lita glanced at her with concern. "Darien Shields needs to stop picking onme!" Raye's mouth quirked in an amused grin. So maybe she was listening… She and Darien had gone out a couple of times, but she had admitted that shedidn't really like him that much. He just was a total hunk--a point evenSerena had to agree with. "Do you want me to pound him or something?" Lita suggested not-so-helpfully. She cracked the knuckles in her right handmenacingly. "I'd hate to mess up such a nice face, though… he looks--" "'Just like my ex-boyfriend!'" the Scouts mocked for her. Ami even joined in, putting her Advanced Physics book away. Lita made a bigshow of glowering at them, but laughed along after breaking into a fit of thegiggles. "No, don't hurt him, Lita," Mina giggled, a sparkle in her eye. "Ithink he likes our Serena…" There was a squawk of disgust from the otherblonde, and a muffin flew from her hand into Mina's head. Mina held thediscarded food item in her hand, and revered it with mock-awe. "Serena…noteating something? Shocking!" The girls burst into giggles again. "Girls!" Luna put in, trying to calm them down. "This is supposedto be a Scout--" The little black cat was interrupted by Raye, who leapt toher feet with a melodramatic snap of the fingers. "That's it, Mina!" the raven-haired priestess cried, striking adramatic pose. "The only way for one Darien Shields to stop pestering oneMeatball--" "Don't call me that, Raye…" Serena warned, holding up anothermuffin threateningly. Raye shot the Odango'd One a skeptical glance, and thegirls tensed to see if Serena would dare part with a consumable again… Oncewas an event, but twice would be a miracle… Buckling under the pressure,Serena stuffed the whole thing in her mouth, soliciting laughter from herfriends, and a groan from a small black cat. She managed a somewhat muffled,"What?" amidst a mouthful blueberries and muffin crumbs. "ANYWAY…" Raye said, managed to get over her case of the giggles. "It seems to me that the only way to get Darien to stop teasing you is totake away what he teases you about…" Serena stared at the girl blankly. "What Raye is trying to say," Ami put in quietly, folding her hands demurely in her lap, "is that if you don't do anything wrong, there'snothing to criticize you about." "WHAT?!" Serena screeched. "You mean, now I'm going to have to be PERFECT?" She nearly dropped over right there. Raye and Ami exchangeda look, but luckily, Mina spoke up. "Just long enough for him to fall for you!" she exclaimed. "Maybejust a week or two! Oh, this will be fun! We'll give you a total makeover!" "Find a way to combat the klutziness," Raye spoke up. "I could help you improve your study habits," Ami said. "Eventhough I'm only eighteen chapters ahead of the class…" For a brief moment theothers all stared silently at Ami, administering a "look." Then thesuggestions were flowing once more. "I could show you a few recipes!" Lita cried. "I could make sure you wake up on time…" Luna muttered. Everyone had an idea, and Serena was ready and somewhat willing. Darien was unsuspecting to say the least. No one had any idea what was goingto happen next… Just then, elsewhere in Tokyo, about a foot of snow materialized out of seemingly nowhere, and a girl of about sixteen years old with brown hair and blue eyes wandered onto the snow, glowering at it. "Hi," she said amiably. "I'm Smu. This is actually a shameless attempt to write myself into myown fic, but it's how I'm going to do my author's notes after the story. Imight pop into the middle of a story if I feel like it." Just then, a snowball flew from the left and pegged the girl in theside of the head. Rubbing the assaulted noggin, Smu continued, "Pesky kids… Anyway, did you guys like this? It's my first try and it's only partone, and it's probably not too good, but whatever… EMAIL FEEDBACK!! MagsU@aol.com … And the snow's real. A foot of snow… I'm in NorthCarolina for a reason, y'know… Grumble, grumble, grumble." And Smu, and the snow, returned from whence they came.