Hello. My name is Ranger Xander. Have you recovered from the personality add on? Good. This is the Senshi Academy, it is where we raise the young Zuarobots that The Programmers have sent to destroy us. As you now know, our medic, Diaran, reprogrammed you and gave you a personality. The Programmers have took to many planets and they wish to take this planet because of it's large number of pure life forces. If you rise up in our ranks fast enough you may be able to join a group called, The Guardians. Guardians save crash-landed Zuarobots and fight our enemies, The Pyrinas. The Pyrinas are another group of Zuarobots that when they were given a personality they were manipulated to their leader's will. The Pyrina's leader, Cerberus, attacks the young Zuarobot's weak minds and purges them of mercy and any thought of right or wrong. Welcome to Senshi Academy, I hope you survive the experience.

Annabelle Kennedy is a normal sixteen year old unaffected by the craze of internationally famous Xavier Matthews. Annabelle won't let an eighteen year old pop star distract her for her ambitions of being a musician. Xavier Matthews doesn't know who he is anymore. His management has taken control of his very soul, so much so he doesn't like the music he makes. Organised by his management (AKA. His dad), Xavier Matthews is the star of 'his' reality TV; The Search for Cinderella. 100 completely random school girls will come to sunny California to the mansion where the games will begin. The aim; to be Xavier's date to the grand ball. He thought it's going to be just another crappy TV show, until Annabelle Kennedy gives him a rude awakening.' (JUST A FRIENDLY REMINDER that i wrote this however many years ago when I was 14 years old lol. Prepare yourself for a cliche filled, poorly edited book). I

"What the hell?" I took a step closer to the mirror, staring at my reflection in disbelief. The person looking back was still me, but at the same time it wasn't. I had the same thick, dark, curly hair. The same hazel eyes. The same olive skin with a light dusting of freckles (ugh) scattered across the bridge of my nose. But my curls were now streaked with highlights. And not the subtle, golden-brown ones that sometimes appeared during the summer. No, these were an aggressive, dazzling blond that went from the roots of my hair all the way to the tips. It looked like I had spent a full day getting my hair done in some upscale salon. Never mind that I had never set foot in such a place since the day I was born. My eyes appeared somehow wider and more luminous. The colour brighter, my eyelashes darker up against them. And, when I looked closely, my pupils seemed to be slitted almost like a cat. I looked down at my body. My skinny arms-which had always refused to gain any definition no matter how hard I exercised-were lined with flat, wiry muscles. My bony shoulders were now curved and smooth. My scrawny legs were toned like a dancer. I reached down and lifted my shirt, revealing two subtle lines running vertically down my perfectly flat stomach, hinting at the rock-hard abs underneath. My whole body was rippling with strength. Like liquid steel.