Chapter 1. Competition
Background Information: You porbably think: "Look at that girl, those eyes,
very unique. She must have a loving mother and father. Probably
middle class. Hm, she probably has an older sister, she's probably
pretty to." But, that's an assumption, a drawn conclusion from
what you've seen or heard, not the real deal. I bet, by just looking
at me, you would have never guessed that I have a not so normal life.
I've got a mom and dad, my mom, Nadeshiko works almost everyday, my
dad, Fujitaka stays home but builds things for people once in a
while. (I guess you could say he's self-employed.) I have 2
siblings, an older brother named Touya, and an older sister named
Mari, she's autistic. (Didn't expect that did you?) And then, there's
me, the youngest of the bunch, Sakura. We live in a 2 story house in
Tomoeda, Japan. I have a best friend named Tomoyo, who's mom owns the
huge money-making fashion-line called: Daidoji Fashions. She's
talented, she can sing, dance, and possibly act (if she tried). She's
got long, silky purple/black hair and matching amythyst eyes. She's
like your usual, "drop-dead gorgeous, popular, prep", well
thats what she'd be if you labled her. I met her in the 4th grade, so
that's about 2 years of friendship.. i think. Well little, or more
than two years.. (Hey, I never said I liked math did
I?)
You
look at people as they pass you, thinking everyone is happy. You see
a woman with a baby strolled, you probably think: "Aw. That
woman probably just had a baby! Look how cute it is! I bet the dad's
at work. Maybe she's got another daughter." Probably. You see a
man with a suitcase talking on his cell phone, you think: "Wow,
he must be busy. I bet his wife is cooking him something good for
when he comes home." Then you see me, shoulder-length auburn
hair, big green eyes, slightly pale, short, about 5 feet, wearing
jeans, a t-shirt, and a bead necklace hanging from my neck, with a
matching bracelet on my right wrist. What do you assume about me?
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Growing up in Tomoeda where everyone knows everyone and where there was only 1 Jr. High, was hard yet easy. People knew you by your name and didn't yell out: "Hey you!" When they wanted your attention. The hard part? Boys. Yup, boysss. Being in Tomoeda Jr. High is pretty hard since there aren't that many boys to chose from. Its always the friend likes him, you like him situation, or you just can't find that guy situation, either way it sucks. I'm in the 8th grade and its quickly ending, 2 months and I'm on to Highschool, and this whole entire year i haven't had one boyfriend. Pretty sad huh? Gaah. And it seems like everyone is hooking up as the year ends!
My friend Chiharu got a boyfriend, my friend Nikki got one. Practically everyone in the group has one, that is everyone except me,Tomoyo, and Syaoran, my guy best friend. He has lightly tanned skin, brown hair and matching brown eyes, I met him in the 6th grade, it was actually Tomoyo that introduced us to each other.
Well, it's pretty wierd, and I really don't like this, but I actually like my best friend. NOT TOMOYO YOU WIERDO! EWWWW. I'm talking about the King of the School, Syaoran Li. I can never keep my mind off of him, when I read those Myspace bulletins about: "How to tell if you like him" Or something like that, its him. Yup. Syaoran. He like always pops into my head. Its like im Infatuated... I act so foolishly around him, its like I'm possesed by Cupid or something.
But we're in Tomoeda Jr. High, and all the (single) girls have the hots for him. Even Tomoyo. Which makes this whole thing a triangle situation. Tomoyo. Syaoran. And me. (Oh and the other girls to, but If you counted all the other girls in the school, then we would have created a whooole new shape, like a 486483642 sided figure or something! And I don't really know the name of that shape so let's just stick to the triangle ok?) He's so nice, funny, cute, and... my best friend. Its not that hard to think of why he's King of the School. I'm just dieing to tell him i like him, it was always like a on&off crush yeah know? But how? This isn't like 3rd grade when "going out" meant going outside. This is 8th grade, and if you want to go out, it means you've gotta take out all the other girls in order to get him. Fate and destiny, don't help you in 8th grade, it's all up to you.
You want him, you get him; the hard way. I'm talking about impressions. You can't just walk up to him and ask for his number, no, no, no. You've gotta work 'till you sweat just for him to wave to you. Lucky for me, I've passed the "wave level". Now I'm just working on finding out who he likes level. And let me tell you, Syao is one seeeecretive guy. It took me like how long to find out what he got me on my 12th birthday? And get this, he finally told me what he got me, when i opened the gift. Like I said: Secretive.
So the odds of me and him actually getting together is more like a 1/1,000,000,000,000,000,000 chance. And thats aloooottt of zeros. I've got a little less than 2 months to make this guy fall for me, and tripping is absolutley agianst the rules. I have to play fair, espceically since my like number 1 competition is Tomoyo and she's like the Queen of playing fair. I'm up against over 300 other pretty and smart girls and probably 400 other pretty girls in China who knew him...Heh, you probably already guessed I need a little confidence boost huh? But how can you blaim me for not being confident? This isn't like the Olympics, we don't stretch our legs and do push-ups, sit-ups, curl-ups, and flips, that would have made this competition eassssy!
We strut. Shave. Shop. Wear make-up. In 3 simple words we: dress to impress. This is harder than the Olympics, this is Junior High. And this is the battle for Syaoran. I let Tomoyo have the ballet solo in the Nutrcacker performance when we were 9, and I let her have that solo in the choir. But this time, I'm putting up a fight; even if it means i have to wear... eye-liner. I love Tomoyo, i really do, she's my best friend, but she's got all the other guys in school, just there, ready to serve her, she has everything and still wants more. Its time for someone to teach the Princess she can't always get what she wants, I'm tired of being the stool, It's my turn to shine, no one's going to step on me and take any more solos or performances away from me, and I'm positive no one is going to steal my date to the schools last dance. (Well whadd'ya know? I found some confidence!)
Sakura Kinomoto is putting up a fight. I can feel my heart pounding, I'm ready, challenger number one, please, step into the ring.
i
; i cant take my mind off of you. i take forever,
choosing the perfect outfit. i've
got to stop, this can't go on, my love, left unsaid.
your stupid smile, your dumb jokes. you were crowned king of my heart,
your the reason why im feeling
blue.
baby, you don't seem to see it.
to you its only school, to you its
only friends.
i doubt my love for you will ever end.
i find myself writing your name
over and over with
this red crayon.
my hearts never going to
mend,
baby, i loved
you from the start.
Bring it on.