Author's Note: Well, here I am again! I figured that I should start writing again because it truly relaxes me and I've been pretty stressed out lately. Well, I'm sure no one really cares about me, so let me give you a brief background for the story. (If you care.) Let's just say that the gang is about 16 and not all of the cards have been caught. (I might make up some lame cards, but the plot really doesn't revolve around them anyway.) This is, of course, a cute romance centered around Sakura and Syaoran, with maybe a touch of Tomoyo and Eriol. (I haven't decided yet.) Again, I'm not super sure of the Japanese plot and I'm (obviously) not sticking to it very well, but the use of the cards just adds to the drama. By the way, this is just a short prologue that I thought would be cute to include. The chapters will be much longer and the story line will get much better. The fluffy stuff comes later. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I (sadly) do not own Cardcaptor Sakura or any characters affiliated with it. They belong to the wonderfully talented CLAMP! Please don't sue me. Thanks!

Breakdown

By: Shayna

"SAKURA!!!"

"Huh…wha…what? Kero? What is it? I'm trying to sleep…"

"YOU'RE GOING TO BE LATE!"

"Huh" Sakura peered at her alarm clock. "HOEEEEEEE!!! I'M GOING TO BE LATE! KERO! WHY DIDN'T YOU WAKE ME?!?"

It was the usual Monday morning in the Kinomoto household. Running late, as usual, Sakura bounded out of bed and headed for the bathroom where she brushed her teeth while undressing for a five-minute shower. She had time enough to merely step in and step out. Still wet, she then raced back into her room to change into her uniform.

"Kero, can you pack my bag?" she called as she hopped and fumbled with buttons, trying to simultaneously put on her blouse, skirt, socks, and shoes. A small yellow creature with wings was flying frantically around the room collecting and dumping school supplies into a small briefcase. Somehow, she managed to get everything on straight and began brushing her hair as she grabbed her bag and dashed out of her room. She stumbled down the stairs and grabbed a piece of toast. Everything and everyone around her was like a blur of colors.

"Ohayo!" she quipped as she ran out the front door and slammed it shut.

A few moments of silence fell over the two left in the house as Fujitaka peered over his newspaper and Touya finished chewing the bite he had taken as Sakura had tumbled down the stairs just seconds before.

"Did you see something?" asked Fujitaka.

"Just a kaijuu," muttered Touya.

Somewhere in the distance a little voice shouted, "SAKURA IS NOT A KAIJUU!"

Don't worry, the plot will get much, much better. This is just like a trailor. Think of it as a sample. It's just a taste of what's to come. And trust me, the good stuff is on the way. I figured I might as well put this out to tell everyone that I'm still alive and planning on writing more. (I know. There's not much to review here, but there will be.) Look for more soon! Thanks for reading!