The turnaround
Localsexvictim
Summary:
Sakura was born with a silver spoon, but on one day, her family was lost in a fire and she's the only survivor. She gets adopted by abusive parents, but one day her life gets a turnaround-- and gets a Job? First fic R&R, SxS
Disclaimer: I don't own CCS. D:
(Ages: Sakura: 18, Syaoran: 19)
RATED M. language and MAYBE some scenes.
Chapter 1: Normal Wednesday
I am Kinomoto Sakura. I have short honey hair and emerald eyes.
I don't mean to brag-- but I really was rich a long time ago.
13 years ago, I was loved.
And 13 years later, I was adopted and abused.
Whee, go Sakura.
But, something happened today.
Something I couldn't forget.
I walked through the grocery store like it was a normal Wednesday, just
buying all the fruits my parents wanted for themselves and not me.
I was Just about to pay, when I bumped into a crate of bananas, and i fell.
Wow. happy, right?
Anyways, i was helped up by someone helpful, a girl.
--Flashback--
"Ahh!" I said, tripping.
Well, i fell and it hurt, you know.
I moaned in pain, but I felt a hand help me back up.
"Ohh! You must be hurt!" Came a soft voice.
I looked up as I saw a raven-haired girl with amethyst eyes.
"Waa! Kawaii!" She suddenly shouted. I didn't know if she was talking about: me or the bananas.
"How bout you buy all you need, then take a ride to my place? We can talk for a while." She said with a smile.
I didn't know what se was talking about. I mean, did she want sex? Was she a lesbian? I'm not really that interested in sex with the same gender.
"I-I don't know...I have to get back home soon," I said, trying to make an excuse.
"Oh, but wouldn't you like a job?" She said as my ears perked up.
"A job?" I asked, dumbfounded.
"Yes, as a model!" She said with a glitter in her eye. "Oh, wow. Maybe I can..." I said, blushing a bit. It's not everyday when you get asked to be a model, right?
"Hooray! You know, I'll just pay for all that stuff you need, so we can hurry up!" She paid for everything, even though I disagreed.
--End of flashback--
Well, here I am now, waiting for her to come back.
She was on the phone with the modelling agency, I guess. She came back into the room with a happy face, I think. I pulled out a diagram out of my pocket.
it showed:
:) -happy
:( -sad
:- bored
o////o - blushing ; embarrassment/love
:D - very happy
-glad
D: - very sad
; ; - crying, very sad / REALLY happy with relief
And the list pretty much went on.
So, I looked at the diagram, and then back at her.
I discovered she was ':D - very happy'
"Kinomoto-san! Kinomoto-san!" She said, with the ':D' face.
"Sakura is fine." I said, smiling a bit.
"Then Sakura," she said, calming down a bit, "You were accepted! I got one of the managers to accept you!" I wondered how she got a manager to accept me without knowing how I looked…
"Wow, that's great...uh.." I tried to remember her name,
"Tomoyo Daidouji," She said. Was it obvious i forgot her name?
"Just call me tomoyo." She said with a smile.
"oh, then, Tomoyo," I said,
"You start tomorrow!" She said, a bit like a mind-reader.
my heart dropped a bit, "But i don't know ANYTHING about fashion! I don't even know how to walk without stumbling into a crate of bananas!" I said, sweating and blushing a bit.
"Don't worry, they'll teach you." She said.
"o-ok." I said, calming down.
"If you want, you can sleep here for the night. I'll just tell one of my servants to take your groceries." She said.
I was afraid of my parents so i guess i would like to sleep over here.
"Wow, thanks Tomoyo." I said, with a wide smile.
I was out of the clutches of my parents!
...A bit!
end chapter 1.
How did you like it?
Too short?
A little Rushed?
Wahh.
Anyways, first fic.
R&R
Comments well needed. ; ;