She felt it. She knew she felt it. She felt that she had to beak up with Aoyama-kun. 'No,' she thought, 'It's more like Aoyama-onii-chan the way it's going now. Hm... how could she do it... ah, that's it! She could write him a note! with a cd! And stick it on his locker! Number #346...Wait, how did she know? He never told her... Oh well, time to burn! The cd, that is. So she got back home and did, of course, burn the cd. And she managed to burn dinner aswell. The songs on it consisted of: "No Surprise," Daughtery, "7 things," Miley Cyrus, "Complicated," Avril Laigne, and lastly, "It's Aliright, It's Ok," by Ashley Tisdale. She was pretty good! Heck, she could go as far as to say she was downright great at this! Then she wrote the note. It said: Aoyama-oneechan, Arigato for always being there. But I must leave for reasons that are unknown to me but seem to be apparent to everyone else. Gomennasai, but I think we should seperate. Sayonara. Again, I am sorry. I do not know why, but my gut- or is it my heart?- tells me that this is not right. When I picture my lover's eyes, I do not see brown. Nor hazel. Not even green. So what color? I have no idea. Thank you for everything. I love you as an onee-chan. Sayonara.

Your sister,

Ichigo Momomiya. But you may call me Ichigo-imouto-chan.

She read the letter over. 'Good enough,' she thought. Soon, she heard "Song of Hope," and thought the cd was playing by itself. But then again, the cd wasn't in the disk drive, and was that song even on the cd...? She checked her phone. She picked up after she realized that it was, in fact, a call, and not a ghost who plays with random normal people's phones. But she was not normal. In fact, you could go as far as to say she was a complete freak. In any sense, even if she wasn't a freak, she was injected with animal DNA... She closed her eyes and thought about Aoyama, and then Kish. When neither of them looked like the eyes she was looking for, she tought of other boys she knew. 'Pai? No. Keiichiro? No. Tart? No, he's too young any way. Plus he like Pudding. Hmm, Alto? Haha, no way! Because Alto is Shirogane! Ahahahahahahahaha! Wait, what about Ry-I mean, Shiro- How about, um, Francis? He wishes! Tee...hee...' she thought pointlessly for some time before checking the clock. She was an hour late for work! "Nyaaaaa!" She screamed. she changed into a tank top and jean shorts and sprinted to work. "Ah, I'm... so... uh, sor...ry... Shirogane... Uh, what's that everyone's wearing?" She asked warily, seeing everyone in dresses and suits. "Um, they're called clothes. Formal clothes. Not like you ever wear them." He smirked. "Miss Ichigo-san, I'm sorry, but we e-mailed you that we would take pictures today..." Keiichiro said. "Nyaaa! !" She scrambled with her words. "Tch. Just go home and change. Do you have a dress?" Ryou asked, rolling his eyes. "Um... Yeah! Actually! I'll run, so wait here okay?" She ran home. Ryou let his thoughts drift while he waited for the aptly-named strawberry. She entered in ten minutes later with a ankle-length hot pink and lime green dress with layers and a hat that didn't really match. "Good?" She asked, twirling. "Just hurry up." Ryou looked away. "Alright, group then individuals last. Group first. Let's go. " The photographer said. We all shared our names. In the back row we had Zakuro, Keiichiro, and Lettuce. In the middle row they had Pudding and Mint, and Ichigo (without hat, hair still in pigtails though) and Ryou in front, by suggestion (aka force) of the photographer. Ichigo tensed for a second, then realized how ba her picture would look if she was all high-strung and nervous. So she let her shoulders fall. Meanwhile, Ryou, noticing this, loosened a bit himself. The photo was great and they had good vibes around the cafe. "Let's take individuals!" The photographer seemed pleased with himself. "Miss...uh, Zakuro Fujiwara, huh! You're famous aren't you?" He seemed a little too giddy for Zakuro's taste, but she just turned away and said, "I suppose so." The cafe watched how beautiful Zakuro was on camera and were all blown away. Mint looked good as well, in a skinny knee-length blue-gray skirt and aqua blazer. Lettuce and Pudding weren't bad, just one was tense and nervous and one was more cute than beautiful. Ichigo was next. She took off her hat and took out her pigtails and let loose a waterfall a salmon-pink colored curls. She saw Ryou and her had met gazes for a second, so she giggled nervously and looked back toward the camera lens. Keiichiro was next, and he was pretty okay, actually. Then it was Ryou. Ichigo found herself staring the whole time, and Ryou not once looked at her. 'I hate him,' she thought. 'But who knew he was so photogenic, after all that coldness and all those smirks?' Actually, Ryou could tell she was staring. But now was not the time to be thinking about bakas when he knew he liked somebody else! After opening and after photos, he saw her come in. Her. The reason he made these tiny diet cakes. Not that she was fat, never. Quite skinny, actually. "Can I try one?" The beautiful Atsui Kizu.(A.N. Atsui Kizu means literally "hot wound".) "Sure but you don't need it." He smiled. She giggled, completely oblivious to Ichigo's one-second glare. A little later on, Ichigo looked over to Ryou, silently asking for some. He rolled his eyes. She turned her ipod on shuffle and guess what song came on of all songs. Girlfriend by Avrill Lavigne. She sighed popped her earbuds in. So what. She gave the aptly-named "Hot Wound" a once over. Short skirt, thigh highs, and a tank top, all in pink and red. 'Wait a second...' she thought. 'That's MY look! No fair!'

++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Me: Sorry everybody, but chap 1 is done! Look out for chap 2! Happy birthday!

Ryou: Who's birthday is it?

Me: Um... Well...

Ryou: you don't know do you.

Miwa: It's mememememememe!!

Me: not yet! today is, um, Pie's birthday!

Ryou: Way to be random.

Me: Thank you! I eat bananananas!

Ryou: Okay, off to the state penitentuary- i mean, uh... Ice cream shop! Yeah! with santa claus!

Me: But santa scrambled is satan! waaa!

Miwa: PheobeLeo35 does not own tokyo mew mew or avril lavigne or anybody else she used in here! but she does own Atsui Kizu cuz she made her up!

Me: Uh... i thought you left or something...

Pie: send me books!

Me: E-nuf! Good bye everybody!!!!! Reveiw or else!!