Sword-Rika
Dear Diary:
I am Sasaki Rika. I once was a sword-fighter but now I am not. Once I held the mighty Card Sword. But know I hold nothing. I hod much against Sakura for taking it away. She took away my sword. I can't tell her to her face, but I hate her now. I want that sword back. It is rightfully mine. Kinomoto Sakura understands nothing of the matter because she is too naïve. I want to show her, show her how empty I feel. But I can't, I can't. I am Sasaki Rika and I can't do it. Everyone thinks I don't know, that I'm so naïve that I don't know about the Clow cards, but I do. And I know I could be a Clow Mistress. Power is not to be taken, it is to be given. And I did not give her my sword. It was my sword, mine.
I do not know who Sakura takes us for, but we are not idiots. Chiharu and I, we know. I don't know about Naoko but I do not care. I have my best friend Chiharu and I am perfectly fine. I see the sunrise out of the window. It gives you another chance at life. But it does not give Sakura another chance because she had blown out all her chances. Sakura is an idiot, a pure baka. I hate her and I can never forgive her. Never. My sword was my life and she stole it. I want it back. Give me my sword.
Owari.
I am Rika. And I will release my sword.
Look for the sequel:
Power-Chiharu