‘Life rolls
On and
On passes
Me by
While all
Spins out
Of my
Control.’

Skyan felt like that so often that it wasn’t even funny. She laid down the pen and tossed her notebook aside. Her poetry writing skills were awful, even her teachers cleared their throats while reading it, and she always got “F”s. An A-student in everything... Except Poetry. That would never come to her, she would crease her forehead for hours upon hours upon hours, but nothing ever came. Nothing.

“You try to hard,” her teachers would say kindly, fighting to keep a smile on at the black-haired girl with those strange aqua-green that pierced right through you. “Just sit back and let the poetry come to you. That’s what Erin does.”

And then they would gesture over to the school genius, the one who could sit and write without a care in the world for hours on end. While Skyan was still struggling with her second line, Erin would have an entire poem folding out in fifty or more lines.

But Erin never seemed to appreciate any of the compliments. She brushed them off, hurrying to try and get the back seat on the bus that both she and Skyan rode home. Alone and secluded, just like Skyan often felt like. Erin was more remarkably so, fighting to stay out of the spotlight, while Skyan could naturally stay out of it.

And that was Skyan’s life, something that she could never control, like the horse races that she so often watched on Television, or the movies where the hero really should of chosen a differant girl, but he didn’t...

She leaned back on the pillow propped up against the head of her bed, stretching her arms above her head. Glancing at her watch, she noted that it was four, and that she really should start working on her homework. Pulling out the Algebra II assignment, she placed pencil on paper and began to work.

On a second thought, she flipped on the TV, laying down her homework. A familiar theme song filled her room, and she rapidly turned down the volume, cursing her older brother under her breath for coming in and watching something on her TV. Was it her fault that he'd broken his?

And there they were, the Sailor Scouts. An anime that she had wished more than once that she could be a part of, escaping from her world of ninth-grade horror.