"Speech"

Thoughts

POV- point of view

Disclaimer: I don't own anything except any extra characters in this story, sadly.

Chapter One: Introductions

Hi there! My name is Sakura Kinomoto. I am currently 15 going on 16 on April 1. Weird day for a birthday right? You'd think my friends would play pranks on me on my birthday well…they do. Especially my brother, Touya, who absolutely LOVES to see me in distress whenever possible. To think that since he's older than me, 20 to be exact, he would be a LITTLE more mature. Anyway, beside Touya, there's my father, Fujitaka. My mother, Nadeshiko, passed away when I was three. Even though I can't remember any memories of her, I know she's a lovely person from the stories my father told me and pictures that we have of her. Also, I am lucky enough to inherit the same green eyes from her along with auburn hair from my father.

Alongside my family is Tomoyo, my best friend for as long as I can remember. We attend Senjou High together and coincidentally are in more than half of the classes together. Oh, I forgot to mention, besides Tomoyo I have another best friend, Syaoran Li.

Ha. Just kidding.

Just the thought of being friends with that arrogant, obnoxious, self-obsessed, egotistic, rude, flirtatious, playboy/jerk is enough to make me throw up. Well, maybe he isn't exactly a playboy but he literally has the whole female population bowing at his feet! I admit that he's better looking than your average 16 year old, from his matching chocolate hair and eyes down to every last detail of his muscles. But even so, if you asked me to list down all his bad qualities I'd be able to find one for A all the way to Z, just like that. Yup.

And no, I am not only pretending to hate him and am secretly in love with him or something. Puh-lease. I knew the guy for almost three years! He definitely hasn't changed one bit. From day one of our first meeting to this very minute, he's done nothing but make my life a living hell. A clone of Touya in school, oh joy. The ironic thing is that Touya and he despises each other… I wouldn't mind if Touya loses his self control one day and beat the pulp out of that irritating basta- I mean, boy.

So enough update on my background and stuff, you must be getting pretty bored.

--Normal POV--

It's a pretty nice day today, even though it's a Monday and all, everyone seems to be in a pretty good spirit. Girls and guys are huddled together in their own little groups talking excitedly about one thing or another. The fresh February air seems to have pumped Sakura's energy and her eagerness to start this gorgeous day! So here she is, this little innocent girl, chatting away with Tomoyo by Tomoyo's locker.

The bell for homeroom is about to ring in a few minutes so Tomoyo walked with Sakura to her locker to get the necessities. She was a little disappointed when Tomoyo didn't have enough time to tell her the story about the mysterious boy she met yesterday nearby her house but she promised to finish telling it in between class. Something to look forward to already, the cheerful girl had a feeling today is going to be a great day! Little did she know the moment she opens her locker, the day will take a big dip like a rollercoaster ride.

She spins the black combination lock to the left, landing on the first number. Spin it twice to the right, made sure to pass zero, and landed on the second number. Finally, spinning it again to the left one last time to the last number and heard the satisfactory click. But when trying to open the door, it won't budge! Seeing that using only one hand won't work, she uses BOTH of her hands to open this little door. How embarrassing. People around her are starting to stare as she tugs with all her strength. Open dammit!

As if those are the magic words, the door swings open and she landed on her bottom. But even before that, the split second before her landing, something in the locker made two splash sounds. Then, she feels some sort of cool liquid dripping from her face down to her uniform and book bag as she sits there on the tiled floor. This…it can't be… this stuff is…

The students around her that saw the whole scene unfold held their breath. The brunette girl sitting on the floor looks like a volcano about to erupt, which is strange. Sakura is usually a friendly, energetic and smiling person. Only ONE person can be the reason as to why she looks like how she is right now, and that person is no other than…

"SYAORANNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN!!" Sakura's screech echoed off the walls and even those who aren't there to see the situation, they know something like WWIII is about to happen.

The sound of her voice reached the boy's ears, who is already in his homeroom, and he looks around to see who had called him. Seeing everyone's eye on him, he realized the source of the scream. A smirk reached the corner of his lips.

A few seconds later, the door slammed open and revealed a very, very red Sakura who's huffing and puffing. "Syao-ran. You. Evil. Bas-tard. I can't. Be-lieve. You. You'd do this!"

"Sakura-dear, what are you talking about? I LOVE that color on you by the way. You know green is my favorite color, right?" Syaoran taunted, the smirk unfading.

Something like a growl came from Sakura's throat. Everyone in the classroom looked at the girl standing in the doorway. The goop covered girl standing in the doorway. The GREEN goop covered girl standing in the doorway. From the root of her hair, slowly dripping down to her shoes, she was covered in the same gooey green fluid.

"Only a sick-minded, shallow, miserable, and ugly person like YOU would put PAINTBALLS in my locker." She spat out.

The surrounding witness were about to nod their heads in agreement with the poor girl when Syaoran glared at them from the corner of their eyes. The glare usually means something along the lines of, "shut-up, don't-you-dare-do-anything, or die." They gave an involuntary shudder and watched the rest of the incident without a peep.

Turning back to face Sakura, Syaoran raised an eyebrow, "Ugly?"

Letting out an exasperate sigh and mentally smacking herself on the head, can this person be any more conceited??

"That's not the point." She said through gritted teeth. "The POINT is, did you or did you not put the stupid paintballs in my locker?" To the bystanders, it sounded more like "did you or did you definitely put those paintballs in my locker?" But hey, who's to say a word?

"I don't know what you're talking about."

The audience all took a big gulp to prepare for what's going to happen next, because hell is about to freeze over.

I have a pretty good idea for the drama that will happen between the two, hopefully it happens! And for that to happen, it will depend on the reviews. :D