i want to own CCS,but i dont.

that disclaimer makes me sad

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Dear Little Wolf,

I have no idea who the heck you are. I'd rather that it stays that way if you don't mind. This thing is for a grade, so don't get pissed off.

Your Ever Loving Friend -cough-,

Cherry Blossom

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I smiled evilly to myself. I kissed the envelope and gave it to my dad," Here ya go. I'm done."

He looked at me quizzically, " That fast? You said you were going to write a letter."

"That is a letter. It has a heading, a body, and a closing." I said cutely.

"If there's only one sentence in here, you're going to have to write the letter over," he told me.

"Well, there's three," I pointed out.

"Sakura," he warned.

I pouted, " Fine. But send that one too. I like it," I grabbed another piece of paper and held my pen, thinking of what to write.

My class had been told to write to someone who lived in another country. I never wanted to do this, and was against doing it ever since it was announced.

All of a sudden, I heard they were taking a grade on it. I was in my senior year of high school and couldn't afford to lose another grade. So, I got straight to writing when I came home.

"Dad, what should I say?" I asked. I reasoned with myself that it was writer's block, even thought I had only written 'Dear Little Wolf.'

"What every letter starts with; introducing yourself,"

"What? That's so boring."

My father shook his head at me.

"Jeez, okay."

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Dear Little Wolf,

I'm sorry for my past letter. My father caught me and told me to be 'nicer'. Well, I'll be nicer.

I don't want you to know my real name, even though it's pretty common, and I don't want to know yours. Let's just both be anonymous and talk to each other about our fake selves.

Hmm. Let's see. What do I think a guy like you would like to know about? That I use tampons? That I wear a cup A? I mean, really, most guys would be interested in that. I wouldn't be surprised if you were too. I would be surprised if you wrote back. Most people would ignore a girl that talked about her privates. : D

Wow, now I'm rambling.

Appreciate it if you never write back.

With very little love,

Cherry Blossom

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I slumped a bit and handed the letter to my dad. He read over it and sighed so loud so that I could hear him.

"Hey!" I started," its more than one paragraph!"

"I didn't sigh out loud for that," he said," What's with the closing? And that paragraph about your..." he couldn't say the word.

"I don't know him yet," I reasoned, " I can't love him if I don't know him. And he's going to be really perverted. Just watch"

"Don't blame me if you're going to be stalked," My dad sighed as he put the letter in an envelope and set both of the letters aside to take to the post office later. I wish dad would take it now; I can't wait what "Little Wolf" says.

I sighed happily. This letter thing just might be fun.

"Tomoyo! He's so cute!" I heard Chiharu say as I entered the classroom. Everyone was crowded over Tomoyo, who, ironically, is my best friend. By ironically, I mean,

How in the heck did I get such a rich, beautiful, elegant best friend? I mean, she is the complete opposite of me!

I must some type of magnet or something.

"Sakura-chan!" Tomoyo squealed. She jumped out of her chair and ran to hug me, almost toppling me over.

I'm totally a magnet.

"T – Tomoyo!" I stammered. Why can't I get used to her hugs? She hugs me every single freakin' day! Ahem, do please remember that I am eighteen years old and way too old for this stuff!

But, she doesn't seem to remember that.

"Sakura! Look at this picture! It's Tomoyo's pen pal from England!" Naoko took a piece of glossy paper from Tomoyo's desk and ran over to us. She held up the photo.

I saw a handsome – and I do mean handsome – boy about our age that had blue eyes with matching hair. He wore glasses and wore dark blue jeans with a white shirt. He was standing outside of this huge, brown house, out on the front yard of it.

Dang! This guy was perfect for Tomoyo!

"Where's the letter?" I excitedly asked, " I want to read it!"

Tomoyo giggled went to her desk and pulled out a blue envelope with stylish and graceful handwriting. She opened it and handed the piece of paper to me. It had the same handwriting.

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Dear Miss Tomoyo,

I'm glad that you are my pen pal. My name is Eriol Hiiragizawa. I am a college student in Oxford. That house you see in the picture is the Blemheim Palace, where Oxford is close by.

I have, in fact, heard of your mother's company. The clothing designs are famous over here in London. I really can't believe that I am writing to the famous Daidouji's daughter. I am quite taken with you from that picture you sent me.

As for your friend, I don't know what you would do with her. She is your best friend, so you should know more about her than I do, obviously. If you can't force her to write a letter to my friend in Hong Kong, at least tell her that she would be missing out one of the most eligible bachelors in China. I will be sure to tell him to expect your friend's letter. Her name is Sakura isn't it?

Eagerly waiting for your reply,

Eriol

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I glared at Tomoyo after I had finished reading the letter.

Chiharu giggled," That's sweet of him to help you out in your problem with your pen pal, Sakura!"

Tomoyo smiled, " I know. I asked him if he had an address for a friend out of Japan, and he sent it to me ahead of time. I did give it to you, didn't I, Sakura?"

I kept on glaring at Tomoyo, who was still smiling. That purple-haired beauty had given me Mr. Wolf's address, and I had written to him as promised. What she never told me was that she had asked a stranger to give me a pen pal!

Is she crazy?

Wait, what's wrong with asking a stranger? I had to write to a stranger.

And you know what?

I'm still waiting for a reply.

"Yes, Tomoyo. You did give it to me and I wrote him a letter." I talked through my teeth, which were clenched together. I forced out a smile.

Tomoyo's face suddenly became serious," Oh, don't tell me. You only wrote him a sentence, right?" she sarcastically said.

I held out three fingers," Three sentences!" I was so proud of myself.

Chiharu snorted out loud and Naoko tried to retrain herself from giggling.

"Sakura! Did you even write a letter?" Tomoyo blamed me.

"Yes! It had a beginning, middle, and end!"

Chiharu and Naoko couldn't help it anymore; they fell on the ground laughing.

" I hope you said something nice to the poor guy," Naoko said, wiping tears off her eyes.

"Okay, what I'm saying isn't the whole truth. I wrote two letters to him. One was longer than the other."

Three stared at me.

Tomoyo's mouth was open," I'm not going to even guess what you wrote in the other one. I already know."

Chiharu sighed," Who wants to bet five bucks that she told what bra size she wears in the letter?"

I gaped at them, "HOW DID YOU THREE KNOW?"

I swear they have ESP.

I hate guys.

I hate his stupid letter.

I hate his handwriting.

I hate wolves.

I hate him.

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Cherry Blossom-

You are sick. I can't believe that my bud in England gave you my address.

I'm moving,

Little Wolf

P.S. Please, don't even bother to write back. Spare me your ridiculousness.

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If he ain't perverted, then he's an egotistical jerk.

What does he know about me besides my cup size and the fact that I wear tampons? I said I was going to talk about my 'fake self'!

Fine, I didn't lie to him.

But he won't know, would he?

Ha. I'm gonna enjoy torturing him.

haha. im gonna enjoy writing this. dont exactly know what ill be doing with it though. :D REVIEW!!!

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choco