Fell in love with the game
Out to Get Me
Summary:
Gossip. Lies. Drama. Everyone watches every move you make. Syaoran Li is probably the most arrogant person I've ever met in my lifetime. And I swear by Kami, that he's out to get me. And I, unseeingly ... fell in love with the game.
Disclaimer:
I do not own Card Captor Sakura.
This idea just … came to me. It's based off of a weird dream I had and I needed to write it down before I lost my inspiration.
I decided to take off Finding Mar Right because I thought the plot was messed up. I moved way too quickly in the earlier stages because I was too excited to get it out and didn't take the time to write it properly.
I don't know if it'll come back or not …
But I wanted to try something different.
A story from a one person P.O.V and a high school story, I know there are tons out there, but I feel that this'll be different.
So …
Please, read and review.
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Chapter One
"Sakura Kinomoto?"
I lifted my head off my desk and my eyes came into focus as an old fat lady stood in front of me. "Yes?" I said as I looked around the classroom. Many eyes were on me, and I sighed rolling my eyes.
"Your father wants you. He came to pick you up. You're … leaving" She said as she smiled horrendously down at me.
"Finally!" I said as I picked my bag up, took a look at the classroom I'd never see again and headed down the old rustic hallways.
Say goodbye to Morumi High and say hello to … Seiju High. Father was being relocated in a new city.
We moved from Tokyo back here to Tomoeda, a little shit town. Father ran for mayor here and won but instead they're moving us to Tokyo where he'll become a mayor.
Mayor of Tokyo? I kind of like that. Mother wasn't impressed at first but … the huge mansion that she'd be living in changed her mind awfully quick.
Getting into the red minivan, I buckled up and looked at father who was smiling at me. "Mother and your brother have already left. We're taking the next plane to Tokyo" He said as he pulled out of the school's parking lot and drove to the airport.
Tokyo is about 6 hours away from Tomoeda, and father didn't want to drive, so we're just taking a plane there.
My name is Sakura Kinomoto. I'm named after a tree. Cherry Blossoms. Mother insisted and said it's so beautiful. I used to really really hate my name; I even made up altercations that people could call me.
And then one kid called me in 5th grade and asked for Stacy. Mother was shocked that I was telling kids to call me Stacy (Which is by far, the ugliest name ever!) and of course, I got out of it by saying, "I told them that it's my SPY name!"
Oh the lies you tell your parents to get out of a week of horrendous chores.
I live at home with my mother, father, and older brother. Who has mental issues I swear. He's almost twenty and he still lives at home. But he's moving in with his girlfriend when we get settled in Tokyo. She lives in Tokyo, and now that we're moving back … they can live their story tail love life. I even think she's pregnant, which the thought of my brother coming in contact with another woman … scares me. I'm even more scared for HER sake, who'd want to love that big monster of a brother?
I'm entering grade 11 at Seiju High, which makes me 17. I'm a year older than most people just because of the month my birthday is. And I think in grade 1, I was advanced a year early.
Yeah, I'm that smart.
Pushing my auburn hair back out of my eyes, I sighed as I examined my face in the van's mirror. My eyes looked tired.
Staring at my pale complexion, I wanted to puke. The last week, has been HELL. Dad made me finish exams early, so I had to learn the rest of the 5 months work in about a week and then write the exam.
Haven't slept since like last Thursday and I've been living off Coffee.
"Sakura? Are you listening?" I heard my name and looked towards my father. His eyes bore into mine and I realized we were sitting in the airport parking lot.
Giggling, I unbuckled my seatbelt, grabbed my bag and headed into the airport without a word.
Showing the doorman my ticket, he allowed me and my father into first class seating. Never in my life have I ever been in first class seating. We're always thrown at the back like a dirty rag towel with thousand of rips in it.
Okay… so my family doesn't have "thousand of rips in it" but you get what I'm saying … right?
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"Sakura, we're here" I could hear my fathers' voice drowning out my dreams making them disappear. Dammit dad, I was having a good one too!
Sitting up, I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes and sighed. Grabbing my carry on bag, I stood up and brushed off my black jeans and white tank top.
The only thing I really hated about this new school is the fact that we have school uniforms. How ugly!
Stepping into the sunshine, I yawned and blocked the sun out of my eyes. Following father into the black limo, I sighed. I could defiantly get used to luxurious treatment like this.
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The next week passed quickly, or at least for me it did. But all I did was catch up on my sleep.
Glancing up at the alarm clock, I sighed and got up. First day of school. At least, I know someone at that school.
Oh yes, I completely forgot to mention her. Tomoyo Daidouji, probably my best friend in the entire world. When we moved back to Tomoeda, I had to leave her. At least it was only for three months.
And now, I'm going back to school with her, a rich school. Where all the snobby rich kids go, oh kami save me.
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Dad dropped me off at the school gates and I grabbed my stuff before turning around and waving. Heading up the stairs people stopped and stared. What, did I have something on my face?
Glaring, I pushed the door open and walked through the airily hallway looking for a sign that directed me to the office. Seeing one, I turned right, and headed down a more crowded hallway. People didn't seem to notice, which was nice.
Pushing the glass doors open, I stepped in, the beige carpet looking dull. This school seemed worse than my old one already and I haven't even met the principal.
I headed up to the secretary's desk and smiled seeing her nice warm smile. "Hello there." She said as she turned to me, her back to her computer, which had a picture of a little boy on it.
Must have been her kid or something I'm guessing.
"Hi, my name is Sakura Kinomoto, and I'm new here." I said as I looked around the office tapping my freshly manicured nails on the marble top.
Tomoyo would call me a prep, but I defiantly do not have that attitude. Sure, I dress like one and I like the color pink but I'm very bitter. I'm sarcastic and can be a bitch. Not that I'm proud or anything, I'm just a bitch and cruel.
The secretary moved back to her computer and typed in my name, and a few minutes a piece of paper shot out of the printer. She grabbed it and rolled back to me. "Here" She said as she handed me the piece of paper, and a yellow sheet of paper.
"The white piece of paper is obviously your times table and the yellow is a map of the school. Your locker is … down along here…" she said as she circled the east hallway on the piece of paper. "And … your locker number 166, next to Tomoyo Daidouji, your father requested it." She said as she sat back up, and smiled warmly. "Here is your lock and you should probably head to your locker now" she said glancing up at the clock which displayed 15 minutes before class officially starts.
I smiled warmly, gave her my thanks and headed out to the easy hallway. Trying to read the map, I headed down the west hallway going the wrong way. Heading into the popular kids hallway.
Glancing at some of the numbers, I realized this isn't my hallway and the kids defiantly did NOT want me there. Turning on my heel, I noticed more girls coming up towards me. Shit, my mind screamed as I looked for a way out. I didn't want to get the shit kicked out of me.
Pushing through the girls, I almost broke into a run to get away from them, and when I came back to the main hallway, I glanced behind me to see what was happening.
The girls decided to make their way down the hall towards me.
'FUCK' I screamed inside before turning left and heading down the east hallway and finally found my locker. Opening it quickly, I shoved my books into the locker and slammed it shut before making my way to my first class.
Forensic Sciences. Room 006.
Taking the nearest flight of stairs, I hurried myself down the stairs and into the hallway. Tomoyo was in this class, in fact, we had every class together … fathers request again.
I sighed and pushed my medium length auburn hair behind my ears to get it away from my face. Seeing room 006, I hurried towards it only to be pulled back. Turning around, I glared and sighed. "Oh, its you…" I said as I came face to face with a pretty dark haired girl.
Her hair was parted perfectly on the side and she had a purple striped shirt on with a belt tied around the middle. And some black jeans adorned her legs.
"Hi, why do you look like you've just seen a ghost?" She asked me, as we both entered the class together. "Ah, I was trying to find my locker and I walked down the wrong hallway. Probably the ….west hallway." I said as I focused my eyes on the yellow sheet of paper I still had clutched in my hand.
She looked at me, her eyes widening. Taking the yellow sheet of paper, she grabbed her pen and started scribbling all over it. "Okay so for your sake, do not go down that hallway anymore. You're a very very pretty girl and most of the girls there feel very threatened. They wouldn't want you to meet Syaoran Li." She said in a hushed voice as students began to pile into the class.
I nodded, confused sprayed all over my face. "Who's Syaoran Li?" I said as I glanced up at the teacher, her eyes focused on the table in front of her.
"He… he's a bad guy to be around okay? We do not talk about him here. Ever." She said, her eyes clouding over. The teacher looked up at her and glared when she mentioned his name.
"It's taboo. Even though he does go here, we do not mention him. Under any circumstances, you do not need to meet him." Tomoyo said, her eyes holding a dark look.
I nodded and opened up my binder, but in the back of my mind I wondered who this Syaoran Li guy could really be. And why is he so dangerous? What could a 17 year old be really capable of?
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My first, first person P.O.V ever!
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