Title: Darien's Aim, Serena's Burden Author: Fifi E-mail: fidelia_ho@hotmail.com ICQ #: 19109958 Standard disclaimers apply. One note: The revised edition and the original don't seem to have any connection so there's no use in reading a revised part then going onto an old one because it wouldn't make sense. Part 3 (revised) Life. What is life to me? A big jerk in the face for practically the rest of my life. To illustrate this point, we are paired up for the project in English. What really sucks here is that we have different ideas of what to write in this subject. Always having to read aloud our papers, I know very well what Darien writes and that's exactly in which I do not find interest writing: automobiles. In other words, this man(boy) is a car fanatic. I know next to nothing about those things. But who says we have to write about that? *smile* This can't be too bad. Perhaps I should tell you more about this arrogant thing I've been talking about incessantly. I find it strange, don't you? That even though I hate this guy, he occupies my mind all day. For what reason, I do not know. That's another reason I can't stand him. Isn't it enough that I see him at school that I have to think about him nearly 24 hours a day? More rambling, again. You'll have to excuse me for I am known for doing this when I'm frustrated. Bear with me, please. Anyway, back to the topic at hand. I've known Darien ever since we were little (He's still considered little, mindwise that is, in my book) but we attended the same school only when he transferred to my school in grade 5. Why is the question? I didn't mind it at that time, but oh, how I was mistaken. Before grade five, we did get along. I guess one could say that we were even friends. Playing in the sand, going to the pool...he should never had attended the same school. Never. When we started grade five, I was excited that we were in the same class but I didn't know what was in store. We are both so alike, we've become enemies. Imagine, friends have similar interests but as soon as the similarities become too many, friends become enemies. That's my life in a nutshell. We are too competitive. Both wanting to have the best grades, the most friends, the most awards. That's what drove us over the line. Our always wanting to be the best, we would even kick our friend out of the spotlight and laugh it up. Friend. He is not my friend anymore. No, he is not my enemy either. He is my competitor and competitor only. To everyone Darien and I know eachother by name only. As long as people do not know, that is fine. Not until the day Darien Chiba admits that I am better, and not even then. When and if I graduate with top honors, I will consider his friendship. All I know is that he must not be the one. I will never hear the end of it from my parents, from friends, and most of all, from him. After hearing what I have to say, you must be thinking I'm a selfish person. Always wanting to be at the top, I guess it has gotten to my head. The thing is that since I've been getting the highest marks since grade 1, I want an unbroken record. It can be really annoying if you're on the honor roll for 11 out of 12 years just because a guy got lucky that one year. I guess you could say that I'm a perfectionist. But the worst thing is that I'm not the only one at the top. Since he began attending my school, we've been tying. From grades 1-5, Serena Tsukino is number one. Then when this person, Darien Chiba comes along, grades 5-11 are ties between us two. Coincidence? I think not! This time, how is the question. ~end part 3~ That's it for this part. Short but it's continued in part 4! First time, I think, that I've had more than one part out! Congratulate me! I'm making progress! or am I? Thanks to the wonderful people who did take the time out to e-mail me! Thank you, thank you, thank you!