Ok, I thought everyone would like this 'coz a lot of peeps reviewed my
other fic ('How could you'). Anyway, this is pretty much the same as that
except the plot is different.
I would like to say that this isn't a very original plot but I'll try to make it interesting to read. Hope u enjoy it. And don't be ashamed if you cry!!!
FIRST DAY
NORMAL POV
It was the first day of Senji High (A/N can't think of a better name -_-), and students were already coming in. The atmosphere was full of 'hello's, 'hiya's and 'hey's.
The air was scented with over-used perfumes and unnecessary after-shaves. Girls dressed themselves in the latest fashion and brought "welcome back" gifts to their friends from their holidays. Boys just do that fist-to-fist thing and high-fived each other in a greeting manner.
Among the crowds and groups of friends. A young girl stood alone by a tree. Her face was hidden under the shadow. She was staring intently at something, or rather someone.
A young boy stood in the centre of a particular large crowd (which consisted mainly of girls). His unruly chestnut hair danced along with the morning breeze; dark curly lashes framed a pair of bright amber eyes which twinkled with mischief; light shone onto his face, highlighting those laughing lips and slightly flushed cheeks. His beautifully sculptured features were situated in the perfect positions. A tight black vest was worn to showed off his torsos in the right places; a loose denim jacked was draped over his shoulder. Normal jeans covered his long straight legs. He is quite tall, and lean. A crouching wolf was tattooed just below his left shoulder. The wolf was the boy's symbol, as well as his name.
He was called Xiaolang Li.
Xiaoliang means Little Wolf in Chinese, but he had forbidden anyone to use that name, no one knows why exactly, but no one really bothered to ask either. So he was more popularly known as Syaoran. The pronunciation is not much different plus he liked that name better anyway.
Syaoran was one of the most popular and sought males in the school. He, as well as being a heartthrob, was also known as a heartbreaker. The girls he had dated and dumped were nothing but toys to him. Everyone knew that already, but girls never ceased to try and get his attention, all believing that she would be the one he will treasure forever.
Right at that moment, he was standing in the centre of the crowd. Talking happily to his best friend, who was called Eriol Hiiragaziwa. Eriol had centre parted midnight blue hair, sapphire coloured eyes glistened every time he hears a good prank, or a good joke. His abnormally pale skin contrasted the long dark lashes which framed his azure eyes. Blushes were a rare colour to be seen on his pale cheeks. Eriol, though not as popular as Syaoran, was still one of the hottest guys in the school. Eriol was always full of good plans and ideas. Although he didn't look it, Eriol was a naughty, bad boy, just like his best friend. However, unlike Syaoran, Eriol was more picky with his choice of girlfriends. It wasn't because he cared about their feelings, he just didn't want to waste time on worthless girls.
Syaoran and Eriol chatted for a while. Suddenly the bell rang, the crowd around them gradually dispersed and they made their way towards the entrance of the main school building. Conversing animatedly as they did.
Slowly, the groups of students disappeared from the playground and the girl who was hidden under the tree all that time, stepped out. Revealing her appearance to the bright sunlight.
She had long auburn hair which reached her waist, curled at the end. Knots and tangles were visible as though she hasn't brushed her hair for a very long time. Her dull empty eyes used to be like emerald jewels, but that was a long, long time ago, now they are just plain green. Occasionally, glimmers of sadness and pain would flash through them. But no one noticed, nor did they care. She wasn't pretty, she was probably more on the ugly side. Her evenly cut fringe and straight bangs did not compliment her round, oval face very well. The grim and slightly cracked lips never showed any sign of gladness or satisfaction. A pair of gold, oval spectacles was used to hide her eyes. True, you can still see the green colour with her spectacles on, but one would appreciate how beautiful her eyes were when they are seeing properly. A few pink freckles scattered themselves around the bridge of her nose, making her look childish and almost innocent. But she wasn't. She had lost her innocence a long time ago.
The girl was very small, not tall at all. She obviously hasn't hit hormones yet, her body was still straight as a stick and her chest showed two barely noticeable humps. She was very thin, so thin you'd think she would be blown over easily by the slightest wind.
She was Sakura Kinomoto...
At the name Kinomoto. You would immediate think, 'oh the freak!' Yes, that was what she was known for. A freak, a nobody. But she didn't care, she needn't to. God had already taken her soul, he had already taken everything she cared about, everything she had to live for. Life was just a meaningless game for her now. She had lost the will and energy to live a long time ago. Why hasn't she committed suicide was all because of a promise. A promise she had swore to keep.
So even though she was living a hell of a life. She never gave up. She never backed out of the promise. A promise to carry on no matter what...
Looking at that boy just then brought back many memories. She used to be happy, used to laugh and smile all the time...
But one day, something happened. And her life is changed forever...
Since then, nothing has ever been the same again...
And they never will be......
Never......
A/N AAAAAARRRRRGGGGGHHHH!!! Well, wadya think?? Yeah, it's gonna be a sad fic. I will make sure it is. Sry I can't tell ya 'bout the promise but I don't wanna ruin the plot, do I?? Anyway, just keep reading and review. And then, I'll be happy!!! ^_¬
I would like to say that this isn't a very original plot but I'll try to make it interesting to read. Hope u enjoy it. And don't be ashamed if you cry!!!
FIRST DAY
NORMAL POV
It was the first day of Senji High (A/N can't think of a better name -_-), and students were already coming in. The atmosphere was full of 'hello's, 'hiya's and 'hey's.
The air was scented with over-used perfumes and unnecessary after-shaves. Girls dressed themselves in the latest fashion and brought "welcome back" gifts to their friends from their holidays. Boys just do that fist-to-fist thing and high-fived each other in a greeting manner.
Among the crowds and groups of friends. A young girl stood alone by a tree. Her face was hidden under the shadow. She was staring intently at something, or rather someone.
A young boy stood in the centre of a particular large crowd (which consisted mainly of girls). His unruly chestnut hair danced along with the morning breeze; dark curly lashes framed a pair of bright amber eyes which twinkled with mischief; light shone onto his face, highlighting those laughing lips and slightly flushed cheeks. His beautifully sculptured features were situated in the perfect positions. A tight black vest was worn to showed off his torsos in the right places; a loose denim jacked was draped over his shoulder. Normal jeans covered his long straight legs. He is quite tall, and lean. A crouching wolf was tattooed just below his left shoulder. The wolf was the boy's symbol, as well as his name.
He was called Xiaolang Li.
Xiaoliang means Little Wolf in Chinese, but he had forbidden anyone to use that name, no one knows why exactly, but no one really bothered to ask either. So he was more popularly known as Syaoran. The pronunciation is not much different plus he liked that name better anyway.
Syaoran was one of the most popular and sought males in the school. He, as well as being a heartthrob, was also known as a heartbreaker. The girls he had dated and dumped were nothing but toys to him. Everyone knew that already, but girls never ceased to try and get his attention, all believing that she would be the one he will treasure forever.
Right at that moment, he was standing in the centre of the crowd. Talking happily to his best friend, who was called Eriol Hiiragaziwa. Eriol had centre parted midnight blue hair, sapphire coloured eyes glistened every time he hears a good prank, or a good joke. His abnormally pale skin contrasted the long dark lashes which framed his azure eyes. Blushes were a rare colour to be seen on his pale cheeks. Eriol, though not as popular as Syaoran, was still one of the hottest guys in the school. Eriol was always full of good plans and ideas. Although he didn't look it, Eriol was a naughty, bad boy, just like his best friend. However, unlike Syaoran, Eriol was more picky with his choice of girlfriends. It wasn't because he cared about their feelings, he just didn't want to waste time on worthless girls.
Syaoran and Eriol chatted for a while. Suddenly the bell rang, the crowd around them gradually dispersed and they made their way towards the entrance of the main school building. Conversing animatedly as they did.
Slowly, the groups of students disappeared from the playground and the girl who was hidden under the tree all that time, stepped out. Revealing her appearance to the bright sunlight.
She had long auburn hair which reached her waist, curled at the end. Knots and tangles were visible as though she hasn't brushed her hair for a very long time. Her dull empty eyes used to be like emerald jewels, but that was a long, long time ago, now they are just plain green. Occasionally, glimmers of sadness and pain would flash through them. But no one noticed, nor did they care. She wasn't pretty, she was probably more on the ugly side. Her evenly cut fringe and straight bangs did not compliment her round, oval face very well. The grim and slightly cracked lips never showed any sign of gladness or satisfaction. A pair of gold, oval spectacles was used to hide her eyes. True, you can still see the green colour with her spectacles on, but one would appreciate how beautiful her eyes were when they are seeing properly. A few pink freckles scattered themselves around the bridge of her nose, making her look childish and almost innocent. But she wasn't. She had lost her innocence a long time ago.
The girl was very small, not tall at all. She obviously hasn't hit hormones yet, her body was still straight as a stick and her chest showed two barely noticeable humps. She was very thin, so thin you'd think she would be blown over easily by the slightest wind.
She was Sakura Kinomoto...
At the name Kinomoto. You would immediate think, 'oh the freak!' Yes, that was what she was known for. A freak, a nobody. But she didn't care, she needn't to. God had already taken her soul, he had already taken everything she cared about, everything she had to live for. Life was just a meaningless game for her now. She had lost the will and energy to live a long time ago. Why hasn't she committed suicide was all because of a promise. A promise she had swore to keep.
So even though she was living a hell of a life. She never gave up. She never backed out of the promise. A promise to carry on no matter what...
Looking at that boy just then brought back many memories. She used to be happy, used to laugh and smile all the time...
But one day, something happened. And her life is changed forever...
Since then, nothing has ever been the same again...
And they never will be......
Never......
A/N AAAAAARRRRRGGGGGHHHH!!! Well, wadya think?? Yeah, it's gonna be a sad fic. I will make sure it is. Sry I can't tell ya 'bout the promise but I don't wanna ruin the plot, do I?? Anyway, just keep reading and review. And then, I'll be happy!!! ^_¬