Drifting
She was not going to be like her mom, she trusted no one. He was cold, but wanted to figure her out.
Chapter 1
Sakura
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My mother was killed right in front of my eyes, by a man we all trusted but he could never be found… I remember her, lying in her pool of blood, reaching out her hand telling me to 'forgive him'.
Sakura's eyes hardened at the thought.
Mothers was too nice… she died before she even saw what he had said and done. That man smiled at me, he lifted his hand pulled off a mask and smoothly threw it at my feet. It was so dark; my eyes were blurry from the tears in them, that I couldn't even see him. My body was shaking as he told me to 'get over it' and walked away.
My anger was up at full blast as I walked to school, I was 20 minutes early. I walked down the hall receiving my usual glares or hearing the new rumor they have for me every day.
The hall erupted with my bitter laugh as heard today's rumor, "I heard she killed her mom"… who wouldn't think so I was the only one there and the stupid police could not find any evidence of who did it. But any genius would think that if I did it, there would be evidence.
I opened the classroom door and sat in my seat.
What do they know about me? I could only laugh some more as they looked at me, some with fear and some with disgust. They began whispering… "Look at her, she's a witch"… "She's dangerous; I think we should stop looking at her".
I glared at them, daring them to say something else, disappointingly they didn't. I sighed, put my feet on the table and shut my eyes, though fully alert.
When my mother was killed, my dad was stunned, he fell into his own world ,he is not crazy just not always there. Due to my dad's condition, my brother works several jobs to keep us alive, well, that's what he tells me. While I trained to be the best in everything, including martial arts, I was not going to be like my mother. A clumsy, silly, trusting and forgiving woman though she was pretty and a great cook and model. I can't deny that I have her clumsy and silly traits, but I locked them away never to be released.
I am at the top of my school, they say except for my attitude. I could roll my eyes at that comment, they expect me to be happy when my mother was killed in front of me and people believe that I did it… Insane people.
…ALL…ALL….
The door opened, the children rushed to their seats.
Sakura buried the urge to walk out the class as all the commotion meant the teacher is here.
She neither moved from her position nor opened her eyes, but Sakura knew he was glaring at her.
"Kinomoto, take your feet off the desk, please". He said
Sakura smirked, she never moved her position instead she opened her eyes.
"Kinomoto, we have a new student, please retrieve him from the hall". Smiling, he spoke again, "now or you get detention".
Sakura rolled her eyes. I like I care, She thought.
I'm feeling generous today. Sakura replied, getting up to do what the teacher said.
Sakura looked in the hall and saw a boy, with a cold exterior. He was well-built, had messy dark brown hair, and was about a whole 10 inches taller than her with his arms folded and eyes closed leaning on the lockers.
"How long are you going to stare?"
Sakura raised her eyebrows, walked over to him grabbed his hand in a death grip pulled him to the door, opened it and pushed him in.
All head shot up and the teacher glared as Sakura said "I found the thing you asked me to find" and began walking to her seat. A hand shot out and grabbed her upper arm. The class gasped.
"Who the hell do you think you are?" The boy hissed.
Sakura turned and smiled, she grabbed the pressure point of his free hand. "My name is Kinomoto Sakura" she said and she squeezed the pressure point until he released her. "Nice to meet you" she spoke again as she returned to her seat.
The teacher turned to him. "Please, introduce yourself."
The boy glared at Sakura as he replied "My name is Li Syaoran, it is a pleasure to meet you too"
The teacher nodded, "take a seat beside Kinomoto, the girl, who rudely brought you here."
Sakura smirked at the comment. His amber eyes never left her emerald green ones as he walked to his seat.
You should fall, Sakura thought.
