"WAHHHHHHHHH! Oh man, I'm gonna be late agaiiin Miss. Haruna's gonna kill meEeEee" Usagi moaned as she began rushing about the house getting ready for school. She had just woke up a half hour before school and the clock seemed to move a little faster. "By mom!" Usagi spoke as she grabbed her schoolbag and began to shove on her shoes. "By bunny. Oh, and remember, we won't be here when you come home. Shingo is going to the hospital for the lung transplant remember?" Her mother, Ikuko Tsukino, spoke as she handed her daughter her lunch. Usagi froze as she made to grab her lunch, and looked up at her mother with only her eyes moving. "What lung transplant? I don't remember anything about a lung transplant" Usagi spoke in a monotone voice as she stared at her mother. "Really?" Her mother spoke, "I could have sworn I told you". "MOOOOM! HOW COULD YOU FORGET TO TELL ME SOMETHING LIKE THAT?" With that Usagi raced past her mother and bound up the stairs to her brother, Shingo's, room.

'Geez Mom!'Serena thought,'people can die during these things!'. Usagi threw Shingo's door open and raced to his bed and seized him in a chokeing embrace. "I'm sorry I got mad at you for playing a trick on me yesterday, Shingo! I can't wait for the tricks you are going to play on me when I get home! Be careful!" With that last word she squeezed him tighter and let go and rushed out of his room before he could say a word. 'I hope Shingo will be alright" Usagi thought as she snatched the lunch from her mother's hands and raced out the door.
Usagi raced down the street muttering as she wondered how her mother could forget a thing like a lung transplant. As Usagi turned the corner she ran into someone, sending her flying to the ground. Usagi acted as if nothing had happened and collected herself and was soon raceing down the street at top speed.

"Wow, no insult or anything. What is up with her today?" Mamoru whispered to himself as he lowered hs shades and watched the odango-haired blonde, turn the corner at the end of the sidewalk. Surprisingly Usagi made it to school on time, just as the bell rang, and didn't receive detention...for once.
The day went by unusualy slow as Usagi prayed that Shingo would make it through the lung transplant without any problems. The last bell of the day rang and usagi raced out of the classroom before anyone had even grabbed their books. "Oh wait, Mom said they wouldn't be there when I got home. So what am I hurrying for?" Usagi muttered as she turned the last block before her house.

Slowly her house came into veiw and their was a flame-red truck parked in her drive-way. A tall, well-built and balding man was hammering a 'FOR SALE' sign into the front lawn of her house. "Excuse me," Usagi began, "But why are you putting a for sale sign in the front lawn of my house?". The man stopped hammering and looked up as Usagi. Slowly he shook his head and a pitying expression took place on his face, "You didn't hear did you? It was on the news. The family that lives her was in a car crash on the way to bring their son Shingo to the hospital for a lung transplant. I'm sorry you had to find out by means of me.". "They died then?" Usagi asked, her voice shakeing as she watched the man head back to his truck. The man thrust the mallet into the bed of the truck. He turned and nodded slowly in reply before walking around the side of his truck and climbing into the drivers seat.

Usagi watched, shell-shocked at this news as the truck pulled out of her drive-way and soon became a blure from the tears welling in her eyes. "No! THEY AREN'T DEAD!" Usagi yelled as she ran to the front door and inserted her house key into the key-hole.
Usagi raced franticaly throuh the house, half-expecting her family to jump out from the next room screaming 'FOOLED YA!'. "The furniture is gone...everything is gone" Usagi whispered as she dragged her feet to her room. Her room was nothing but an empty shell just like the rest of the house. Usagi walked to her parents's room; this was empty as well, but through her tears, Usagi could see two things lying on the floor. She picked them up and surveyed them. One was a small picture of her and her family and the other was her mother's most prized possesion, her triple rowed pearl choker with a small golden pendant hanging from it. Serena put the choker on and made her way through her house and back downstairs. The house seemed dead and grey at the absence of her family and the furniture that used to cover every inch of floor.