To make up for my late updating, a little story I made up in study hall a couple months ago when my friend was really mad at me and I had to let out a LOT LOT LOT LOT LOT of stress. I call it "Masterpice-chan."

Miracle Worker, Angel from Above

4:00 AM. I stared into the sky through my grime-covered window. I savored this time alone I had, for I would get none for the rest of the day. No time to think, no time to laugh, be happy, or even human. A zombie. School zombie. Distressed zombie. Beaten, hated, locked in a closet with a horny idiot zombie. A taken advantage of zombie, a helpless zombie. My father abuses me, guys at school abuse me, evil preppy girls at school abuse me. My heart aches for someone to really notice me, not as Gothy Sakura or Helpless Girl or Daughter to Take out Alchoholism on. Man, I want someone who cares.

A miracle-worker.

6:00 AM. I walk to the deserted school, since I'm two hours early. Trying not to wince in pain because of my sore bruises, I walked into my homeroom class.

Ooooh CRAP.

Jerald.

"Jerald, please don't-"

"I can't stop, baby doll. Let's have some fun."

"NO!" I screamed, but it was too late.

8:30 AM. I run back to class from the broom closet, where I was taken with Jerald. What a great way to start the day. I used all my energy trying to fight him off, and I began to feel dreary. Regretting not eating breakfast, I collapsed onto the stone floor just as the tardy bell rang through my ears. The last thing I remembered were amber eyes.

So...caring. Sensitive. Loving.

I collapsed right into them.

I found him.

I found my miracle worker.

3:56 PM. I woke up from my deep slumber and slowly opened my eyes.

There he is.

My angel of peace, my miracle worker. He was sitting majestically on the cold concrete of the school rooftop, and I was in a fluffy sleeping bag only inches away. When he saw me awake, he broke out into a smile.

"Morning, sleeping beauty."

"Sakura Kinomto," I corrected him with a giggle.

"Syaoran Li," he introduced.

A few moments we spent just staring at each other, savoring time alone together.

"Are you... my angel?"

He looked down at me with his warm, glowing amber eyes and broadened his smile, sending comfort from the tips of my toes to the top of my head.

"How'd you know?" he whispered.

I giggled. "I just knew."

He smiled gently. I looked up at him and remembered what I wanted to ask.

"Will you say hi to Mommy?"

A moment of silence filled the scene, full of longing and pain. After a few minutes, Syaoran smiled.

"Of course, Sakura. Anything for my cherry blossom."

It's a little rough, I know, but I'm getting better at writing, ne?

So, everyone, I'd like to say domo arigato for ever reviewing. So here you go.

DOMO ARIGATO MISTER ROBOTO

DOMO

DOMO

DOMO ARIGATO MISTER ROBOTO

DOMO

DOMO

...that's all you get.

No I really appreciate it, but I'm too lazy to do anything else.