Real Lives: # 3
Can you pass me the window please?
April 12,1999
by Tembo and Terra
rated PG: there might be language

Disclaimer: Sailor Moon was created my a great woman whose name I 
{Terra,who else writes the disclaimer} will not dishonour by spelling 
wrong, all Moonies should bow before her. Also Sailor Moon is owned by a 
bunch of corporate people, I have no idea who they all are.

{Tembo says ditto to this so she dosen't get sued, as if the could get 
and money from her anyway}

And without further ado...
 
"Can you pass me the window please?"

	{Well before we get started first I sould explain 'the fort', well 
since, in our stories Raye lives in an almost, okay not so normal house 
with her sister's Lita and Mina and their parents, there is no Grampa 
Hino (yet) so we need a place for the girls to hang out.  Enter 'the 
fort', it is a place the girls built themselves so they would have a 
place to 'talk' privately, so 'the fort' basically replaces the Temple 
of Cherry Hill. K! If you don't understand and want a sane, plausible 
explanation to your questions please e-mail me}[The fort is standing!]
[And if you don't want a sane plausible explanation e-mail me at 
Tembo_rules@hotmail.com]

	This story is told from Serena's point of view, where else but at 
the fort.

	"Can you pass me the window, please?" asked Amy.  

	Yes, I know this is an odd phrase, but know what we're at out 

fort.  This is a self explanatory phrase. {if it isn't see above notes}  

You see we, Raye, Amy and me just walked down one of the many hydrolines 

in this town knee deep in snow.  Now Amy and Raye sit on the curled 

chair {It is shaped like a candy-cane}[Mmmmmm candy canes!], under 
Mina's yellow blanket, 

which she curls up in even in the summertime!  Now Raye is about to 

experience the joys of sharing a blanket with the blanket hogging Amy 
[Bad amy hogging the blankets.] 

(they always make me share the matress with if anyone has to share.)  

Raye is screaming.  Our beutiful fort is an archtechtual wonder, it is 

standing,[WOW] but that is another, maybe many other stories.  You see 
in 

order to get in here today we had to climb into the window, the door is 

frozen shut, don't ask. Well when we were climbing in I sorta knocked 

the window off it's lynolium hinges,[Mina made them!] Ames set it up so 

that it covers 

the window.  Mina (who hold most of our working architectual knowhow) 

will have to fix it next time she comes out here.  It's very cold, I 

have to keep sticking the end of my pen in the flame of a candle to thaw 

the ink from inside it. [FIRE]

	"Aggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Serena sceamed, 

as the window fell back into the room on her head.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
	{Well as always e-mail me, at: Terra_DeeEarth@hotmail.com with 
questions, comments, suggestions and aghhhhhhhhhh flames, I beleive in 
order to better our stories we need to know what you all think of them.  
K luv yas bubyeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee, Terra}

	[Tembo did not write much in this story but anyways e-mail me if 
you want to hear about the fort! My e-mail is Tembo_rules@ hotmail.com}

	{And if you e-mail her about anything else she will tell you about 
the fort anyway,  She is very proud of it.}
	[DAMN STRAIGHT!]