I decided to make this fic as a parody but will also serve as advice to all authors out there who are doing the WRONG things in the IE fandom...I do not wanrt to offense anyone at all and is merely trying to entertain and aadvice you in a merely jokingly manner. Flame me if you wanna...

This chapter is dedicated to the mary sueness xD Enjoy

Recess in the grounds of Raimon College was running smoothly until a black car stopped in front of the front gate. Ono Sakura stepped out of her father's limousine and sighed. There, in front of her was proudly standing her new school. It did not meet the standards of her last college in America in which one should always get straight A's if he or she did not want to get expel but she knew she just HAD to adapt herself.

As she walked through the lane, she tried to ignore the whisper of admirations around her. Once again, she exhaled deeply and mentally blocked them. Why oh why she was so perfect? Why couldn't she be a normal teenager with normal problems such as acne and a bad bed head?

She swore she heard one of the girls whisper "Is she a model or what?".

Yes, Sakura knew she was stunning, striking and beautiful and she regret that her model of mother married her co-worker when they first met in a photo shoot for the cover page of Vogue Magazine. She run her fingers though her black hair which possessed natural violet streaks which matched her green kaladeiscope eyes. Only Sakura could wear this hideous uniform and look beautiful in it with her soft curves. She was super sensitive about her big boobs which outmatched those of 18 year olds woman and tried to hide them with her purple Dolce Gabanna French Coat.

"Excuse me? Where can I get to Chairperson Raimon's office?" she said with her melodious, soprano voice that could hypnotized any male or female.

"It's up-up-u-th-that stairs" the junior boy stuttered gesturing to the spiral-staircase in front of him.

"Thanks" she smiled politely and went to the direction he mentioned.

After only a few days of school, Sakura was already known and loved by the student body and the majority of teachers. She hated to be considered as a pet teacher. Hell, she wasn't one! It was not her fault if she could speak fluently English, Arabic, Filipino, French, Japanese, Spanish and Portuguese and that her PE teacher was impressed by her martial arts knowledge.

She walked gracefully the lane and froze as she head cried emitted from the other side of the lane.

A bunch of students were practicing soccer on the field and their shouts of excitation rose in the air. At the sight of those, she felt a pain triggering in her heart. Those boys playing football made her remind of her super duper awful past...The same past that prevents herself from closing her beautiful eyes at night. So when the ball rolled to her feet, she hesitated.

Then finally she decided to put again her facade as she began to dribble the ball.

A young brunette with an orange headband in his head whistled in amazement.

"That girl is as fast as you, Kazemaru-kun!" he exclaimed to the certain Kazemaru, a teal-head who seemed unperturbed but his eyes were throwing glares.

Sakura smiled and made herself a quick way thought the defenders who watched the ebony darke teenager breaking all their hissatsu techniques.

She froze infront of the goalpits and breathed in before lifting her left leg and shooting with all her force. The goalie used a hissatsu, but the ball succeeded in reaching the net.

She wanted to greet them but the orange headband boy interrupted her.

"Marry me!" he exclaimed completely ignoring the loud, huge thuds produced as two of our manager collapsed on the floor.

"Ehmagod! Of-"she began to say.

Fortunately, your faithful author would never ever let something as dreadful happen and for the seek of popular literature, she decided to intervene.

Sakura was suddenly hit by a round flying object going at full speed towards her. She collapsed on the floor and her head rolled. As her green eyes closed slowly and as she was embraced into eternal darkness, she could hear the cheers of thousand fanfiction lovers around the world.

A single teardrop fell from her cheek.

Every heads and necks were turned to Gouenji who was just sitting there, shrugging.

"She made me want to puke" as he tried to explain why he kicked her off dead with a fiery soccer ball, why did he just made a great service to humanity.

Thanks you Gouenji :)

Now the next chapter will be named :The world is Gay