Hello! Kalli here. If anyone reading this has read some of my other fics,
then they know I usually do the intro with a guest and all that good stuff.
But I thought I'd try the shorter author's note thing and see if that
worked better, and this is a new style of writing that I haven't done much
before this. So, enjoy!
Key:
"words"- speaking
'words'- thinking
~~~words~~~ - scene change
#$words#$- P.O.V. change. (I won't be using this one much since for the most part, the chapters are gonna be in just one person's P.O.V. the whole time)
(A/N-...)- Authors note
Disclaimer: I don't own CardCaptor Sakura, Cardcaptors (blech.), or any of it's characters, plot, etc.
Notes: Sakura will be very OOC, but only because it fits this particular story. Her personality will probably change a little bit and get warmer with each chapter, so it'll switch around some.
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Sakura- The Dark Cherry Blossom
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~~~Tomoeda Park~~~ #$ Sakura P.O.V.#$
I sighed as I slowly moved the lit cigarette away from my mouth and watched the smoke coming from it rise into the air and quickly evaporate after about 1 foot.
The season was changing from summer to fall, and I hated it. 'Why is it that it always just varies between warm and cold so if you dress thinking it's gonna be cold, you end up sweating like a pig, and if you were the warm weather stuff, you freeze your ass off?'
My least favorite time of year.
The switch between the 2 seasons.
The dying trees always reminded me of depressing things, like death. To other people, the pretty colors coming in at this time of year made them think of how gorgeous everything is and how lovely it would be to go on a hike, or camping, or something outdoorsy.
I was never the outdoorsy type. The only time I was outside a lot was to either go to the park, where I currently am, and think, or have a smoke, because they were starting to put monitors near the girl's bathroom to keep people from smoking in them.
I greatly preferred to stay inside and keep to myself. I wasn't exactly the most social person in the world. There were people I got along with, that I suppose you could call friends, but I only had 1 friend close to me.
I was about to put my cigarette back in my mouth to finish off the last bit off it before it completely burned out, but someone grabbed it from me.
I whipped around, ready to punch the bastard that had just taken my cigarette, and saw my best friend, Tomoyo standing there, with a quirked eyebrow, and an expression that said 'Shame on you.'
"Sakura Kinomoto, how many times have I told you that smoking is bad for your health?"
"I'm thinkin' somewhere between 1000 and 1 billion. How'd you know I was here?"
"If you're not at home, then your almost always here." She sighed and shook her head. "Honestly, you should quit. Your gonna get a hole in your throat and have to have surgery, or-"
"Die a horrible death at an early age?"
"I was gonna say lung cancer, but, yeah, that too." She said, then stomped it out under her foot and threw the butt of it into the nearest trashcan.
I rolled my eyes. That was just Tomoyo for ya.
When I was a kid, a happy cheerful 3-year-old, our parents had introduced us to each other and we'd been play mates for a few years, then when we went into kindergarten, we'd been friends, and in elementary, we had remained close and stayed best friends.
In Junior High, though, my mother, Nadeshiko, had died, and I'd gone into a state of depression for weeks. I hardly ate anything, if I did eat, I didn't talk any, except to say a rare "Thanks" or "Sure."
I sat in my room and wouldn't let anyone in to talk to me, not my Dad, my older brother, Touya, or Tomoyo.
And for a few weeks, they let me be, but forced me to eat at least a little bit.
But, finally, I'd actually realized that my mother was gone, and wasn't coming back.
At the time when I'd realized this, Touya had been at school and Dad had been out getting groceries, so I'd been alone in the house.
I'd started screaming, and destroying everything in my path, anything I could get my hands on, I'd smash against a wall, or kick out of my way, I'd stumbled through the house, blinded by tears, and then I'd reached the kitchen, where I'd paused, gathering some sense about me.
Then, I'd grabbed the sharpest knife in the kitchen I could find, calmly stepped over everything I'd destroyed in my path of destruction, occasionally pricking my foot on glass, but I didn't feel anything. Except complete numbness.
I marched up to my room, took the knife, smiled, and sliced my wrist open, then watched the blood pour out. I'd quickly let myself fall to the floor, and slowly drifted off, thinking about joining my mother in heaven.
But, Tomoyo had come by with some soup she wanted me to eat, and that was how she found me shortly after my suicide attempt.
Apparently, she had freaked out, then called 911, gotten an ambulance over in less than 5 minutes, and had me rushed to the hospital, where I had woken up days later, or so she told me.
And when I woke up, there was Tomoyo, by my side, holding my hand, with bags under her eyes, looking like she hadn't slept in days, which, it turned out, she hadn't.
She had smiled and told me it was okay, everything was gonna be all right. She had convinced me to stay alive; she was the person I stayed alive for. I loved my father and my brother, but Tomoyo was the one person in my life who was always there for me.
After I was out of the hospital, it was Tomoyo who had helped me get my life back on track, Tomoyo who had defended me if anyone made cruel jokes, Tomoyo who had let me weep on her shoulder while I spilled out all my troubles, Tomoyo who was and always had been there for me, no matter what.
She was what defined the meaning of a true friend. She was usually an optimistic person, who looked out for me, and, even though it was rarely needed since she didn't have any enemies, I looked out for her.
Thing is, even though I got over my deep depression, I never quite got over losing my mom.
So, I'd started smoking the illegal stuff, and instead of being cheerful and happy like before, I was much tougher, and didn't take shit from anybody.
Tomoyo had finally convinced me to give up all the drugs I got off the street, but I had kept on smoking cigarettes.
I'd changed.
There was no motherly figure to guide me like there had been before, so I just tried to shut the world out.
And here I was in High school, a sophomore, still smoking, still best friends with Tomoyo, but I was slightly warmer.
There was a small group of people that I hung out with some at school, and sometimes would go to a movie or something with them, but they weren't close. Only Tomoyo was close to me.
Don't get me wrong, they were good people that you could get close to, but it was just hard for me to trust anyone at this point.
"So, Sakura, what are you doing for the rest of the weekend?"
I snorted. "Why do you even bother asking? You know that I never do anything on the weekends."
"You should get out more. Your skin's so pale, but you'd look great with a tan."
"And what do you want me to do? Go to the beach and sit in the sun surrounded by noisy people and girls that giggle constantly whenever a guy walks by? Or would you prefer I go to a tanning salon and lay in a coffin with fluorescent lights for a few hours?"
She sighed. "Neither. But maybe we could go to the beach this summer, huh?"
I shrugged. "Maybe. You know I'm not a beachy person."
"Wanna go to a movie or something tomorrow?"
"Sure."
"How about 'Kill Bill'?"
"Whatever's fine."
She sighed. "Do you just completely not care?"
"I don't care about anything."
Tomoyo looked a little hurt at that comment.
I gave a small smile. "Don't take it like that, Tomoyo. I care about you, my family, and my other friends. I'm just neutral on everything else."
"What about the greater sex?"
"I wouldn't know, I'm a virgin. And I believe you are too, unless you have something you want to tell me that I don't know about."
"There's probably nothing you don't know about me." She paused, then gave me a pointed look. "And just to let you know, when I said 'the greater sex', I meant which gender is the best between male or female."
"I'm neutral on that too. And actually, there is something I don't know about you. I don't know exactly what hour, minute, and second you were born."
"That's true, but only the mother and the doctor and nurses that birthed me know that."
"But I pretty much know everything else. I know how many boyfriends you've had, and what grade they were in, and when you had them, all your favorite things, and that you have a big-ass crush on Eriol Hiirigizawa."
She gasped. "Sakura! I do not!"
"I also know when you're lying."
She scowled at me. "Fine. But don't tell him!"
"You know I won't."
"Thanks."
Eriol was one of my friends at school, and Tomoyo's crush. He'd transferred from England in 8th grade, so we'd known him for a while. I had to admit, he was pretty good looking. He had midnight blue hair about halfway to the bottom of his ears, dark blue eyes that twinkled a lot behind his glasses, making them look shinier than they really were.
"So, you wanna go shopping after the movie? You've just been sitting around the park smoking all day today, so we need to take you shopping and get you something to do."
"Well, alright. But don't try to convince me to take up pottery or something. Me and wet clay just don't mix too well."
She laughed lightly. "Alright, fine. I won't."
"Say, Tomoyo, what time is it?"
"I don't know. I didn't wear a watch today."
I glanced around quickly at some of the people in the park to see if any of them were wearing a watch. Fortunately, there was a woman sitting on a bench by the sandbox, watching over the kid I assumed was her son.
I got up from the bench I had been sitting on, and walked over. "Excuse me, could you tell me the time?" I asked her politely.
"Oh yes, it's......." she trailed off momentarily to glance at her watch. "6:17."
"Thank you."
"Your welcome." She replied with a smile.
I started walking, with Tomoyo by my side, back to my house, trying my best to step over the leaves that were falling, and having no luck at it.
Tomoyo laughed as I jumped to the side to avoid a small brown leaf that had fallen in front of me.
"You seem slightly paranoid about those leaves, Sakura."
I scowled at her. "I just don't like getting them stuck to my shoe, then having to peel them off later."
She rolled her eyes. "All in the joys of fall, I suppose."
"Yeah, sure. The joys."
"Why do you hate the fall so much?"
I was silent for a moment, trying to come up with a good answer. "Because it always varies between temperatures, and it gets on my nerves."
"It's not THAT bad. C'mon, surely you don't just hate fall for no reason?"
I paused before answering again. "It reminds me of mom."
Tomoyo immediately looked regretful.
I kept the cold expression on my face, but Tomoyo could read me like a book, and knew it was hurting on the inside.
"Fall was her favorite season, it was the season when she met Dad when he became the new teacher at her school. She always loved it, ever since then."
Tomoyo stepped in front of me with a sorrowful look and quickly embraced me. "I'm sorry. I should've thought of that."
"You were just curious." I said, but my voice trembled.
She backed away, then slung an arm over my shoulder, and started walking again. "Gods, it's cold today."
"You're telling me. I was out there in the park for a few hours, and
"I'm getting cold out here. I should've brought my heavy jacket instead."
"See, I told you the temperature changes around!"
She threw a leaf at me and it got caught in my hair. I frantically pulled it out and gave her a ferocious glare. She just snickered. "Yeah, and-?"
"You're goin down!" I cried, as I took a huge armful of leaves and dumped them on her head.
She gasped and stood there shocked. "Ok, now you're in for it!"
I smiled, for the first time that day, and ran down the street, yelling taunts at her as she grabbed a bunch of leaves in her hands, and started running with them.
But when she finally caught up with me, there were only a few left because all the others had been blown away by the wind.
She took the remaining leaves, and stuffed them into my hair, then ruffled it up some for a messy effect.
"I'll get you back Sakura, oh yes, I will get you back when your not expecting it."
"You wish. You can't beat me when it comes to leaf-throwing."
"But snowballs are colder, harder, and easier to run with and throw than leaves. And we all know who rules at snowballs." She said smugly.
"Just because you nailed me a few times last year....." I mumbled.
"A few times? Sakura, I creamed you in every snowball fight we had."
"Shut up."
Tomoyo grinned, but didn't say anything more.
~~~The next day~~~
Tomoyo had come by to get me at about 12, so we grabbed some lunch and got our tickets early, then sat back to watch the show. It wasn't bad, pretty entertaining really, but after about 1 hour of sitting in a theater chair, I'm ready to explode.
I had yet to make it through any of the Lord of the Rings movies, even though I liked them.
After it ended, much to my relief, we quickly got out of our seats and Tomoyo laughed, saying how people had been glaring at me because I had been squirming around so much.
I rolled my eyes. "They'll get over it."
"So, ready to go shopping?"
"Not really. What are we shopping for anyway?"
"How about a Halloween costume?"
"What for? I don't trick or treat anymore."
"You could go to Naoko's costume party. They're actually letting her have one this year."
I pretended to sink back in fear. "And be around PEOPLE?!"
She lightly slapped my arm. "Sakura!"
"Kidding. Maybe I'll go."
Naoko was another friend from school. She was really big into horror and the supernatural stuff. She had glasses, straight brown hair almost always worn with a headband, and brown eyes to match.
In case your starting to think it's a big group of friends I have, I should let you know now, it's not.
There are only 7 in all, including myself, Tomoyo, Eriol, and Naoko. The other 3 were Rika, Chiharu, and Chiharu's boyfriend, Yamazaki.
Rika would make the perfect wife. She's clean, likes to cook, sew, and is kind to everyone. She was also pretty, with short, curly dark brown hair and dark brown eyes. She was also the most mature.
Chiharu could be bossy, mainly with Yamazaki, but she was a generally nice person. I'd never seen her hair down, but I imagine it was pretty long, seeing as she kept it in 2 big braids on either side of her head.
Yamazaki loved to make up stupid stories, explaining the 'history' of some random thing or the other.
There, now you know a little bit about them. Hope that helped.
"If you do go, what're you gonna go as?"
"I dunno. How about a dark rocker chic who likes the color black?"
"Sakura, you can't go as yourself, so don't try to weasel out of it."
"How fucked up is that?"
"Not really, seeing as how it's tradition to dress up as something other than yourself for just 1 day of they whole year."
"Whatever."
"So, what are you gonna be."
"My pretty pony, what'd you think I was gonna be?" I answered sarcastically.
"Seriously, Sakura. What are you gonna be?"
"Maybe I'll be the devil this year."
"Suits you." She said dryly.
"What about you, Tomoyo?"
"Actually, I was thinking about being the Grim Reaper."
"I like it. It sounds like a fun job. If there was somebody you didn't like, you could just come up and say 'Oh, hey, it's your time to die. What a shame you have to go at such a young age, but oh well, that's the way it goes.'"
"Your such a sadist, Sakura."
"And damn proud of it, thankyouverymuch."
Tomoyo rolled her eyes. "Yuh-huh. Aren't you the kind one?"
"What, you mean it's not drop-dead obvious?"
"Sarcasm is also your middle name."
"Actually, it's my 4th to last name."
"Sakura!"
"Ok, I'll shut up!" I said, rolling my eyes jokingly.
There was a pause before Tomoyo spoke again. "Do you really feel like shopping?"
"No."
"Good. Cause I already have the stuff I need for my costume, and there's nothing else I want, unless I wanted to blow my money on something stupid."
"That's so mature of you, Tomoyo."
She grinned. "Mom says the same thing. But, truthfully, I'm saving up money to get my own car."
"When you could just get your mom to buy you one?"
"It's a pride thing."
I shrugged. "Your call."
"C'mon, let's go home."
We waited at the bus stop for about 20 minutes, until a bus finally came by. Have you ever been so happy that something came, but then when you found out something bad about it, it wasn't so great anymore?
Well, that's how it feels when you r freezing your ass off for 20 minutes, then a bus finally comes, and you wanna scream 'Hallelujah!', but then you get on and find that you have to stand because all the seats are taken, and the last few standing spots are next to someone who smells like they haven't bathed in a week, and they rolled in the mud to go with it.
So, me and Tomoyo had to endure this horrible torture for quite a while, until the bus finally reached my stop, and let me get off.
I waved at Tomoyo, whose face was just screaming 'Help Me!' from the bus window.
I shook my head and smirked. I think she might've flipped me off when I walked back in the house, but I didn't care.
She was the one stuck on that damn bus, not me.
My older brother Touya was sitting at the table studying when I walked in. He looked up at me and asked "Hey kaiju. Where have you been?"
"The park. I met up with Tomoyo there. And I'm not a kaiju."
"Whatever. Oh yea, Dad told me to tell you he's cooking Tempura for dinner."
"Sounds good. Where is he?"
"He's at the store getting stuff. Anything interesting happen at the mall?"
"No."
He shrugged and went back to studying.
I walked upstairs to my room and threw my jacket on the floor to join the messy pile of clothes that was slowly forming into a mountain, then flopped down on my bed with a heavy sigh.
'School day tomorrow. Yay.' I thought, a frown upon my face.
I shoved myself up, grabbed my uniform, and threw it on the back of the chair in front of my desk so I'd be ready the next morning.
I yawned, and decided I'd just go ahead and sleep anyway. It was late enough. Even if it was only 6. Like I cared.
I snorted at that. Like I care about anything, really. But, sometimes, I still wonder what would've happened if I'd been successful at my suicide.
I glanced down at the scar on my wrist briefly, then shook my head and tried to fall asleep.
But I couldn't help it, I kept on thinking about what would've happened.
I shook my head, trying to rid myself of the thoughts, then grabbed the small container of sleeping pills I'd bought for times like this, and shoved 2 of them down my dry throat.
I nearly gagged because of the horrible taste and the fact that it felt like the pill had gotten stuck in my throat.
But after a few minutes, I was knocked out.
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Well, I hoped you guys liked the 1st chapter of this. It's my first try at posting a story like this, so I hope people liked it! If you would feel so obliged, please leave a review! Even if it's just to tell me that you read it or something! Flames are welcome, and suggestions are appreciated!
Key:
"words"- speaking
'words'- thinking
~~~words~~~ - scene change
#$words#$- P.O.V. change. (I won't be using this one much since for the most part, the chapters are gonna be in just one person's P.O.V. the whole time)
(A/N-...)- Authors note
Disclaimer: I don't own CardCaptor Sakura, Cardcaptors (blech.), or any of it's characters, plot, etc.
Notes: Sakura will be very OOC, but only because it fits this particular story. Her personality will probably change a little bit and get warmer with each chapter, so it'll switch around some.
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Sakura- The Dark Cherry Blossom
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~~~Tomoeda Park~~~ #$ Sakura P.O.V.#$
I sighed as I slowly moved the lit cigarette away from my mouth and watched the smoke coming from it rise into the air and quickly evaporate after about 1 foot.
The season was changing from summer to fall, and I hated it. 'Why is it that it always just varies between warm and cold so if you dress thinking it's gonna be cold, you end up sweating like a pig, and if you were the warm weather stuff, you freeze your ass off?'
My least favorite time of year.
The switch between the 2 seasons.
The dying trees always reminded me of depressing things, like death. To other people, the pretty colors coming in at this time of year made them think of how gorgeous everything is and how lovely it would be to go on a hike, or camping, or something outdoorsy.
I was never the outdoorsy type. The only time I was outside a lot was to either go to the park, where I currently am, and think, or have a smoke, because they were starting to put monitors near the girl's bathroom to keep people from smoking in them.
I greatly preferred to stay inside and keep to myself. I wasn't exactly the most social person in the world. There were people I got along with, that I suppose you could call friends, but I only had 1 friend close to me.
I was about to put my cigarette back in my mouth to finish off the last bit off it before it completely burned out, but someone grabbed it from me.
I whipped around, ready to punch the bastard that had just taken my cigarette, and saw my best friend, Tomoyo standing there, with a quirked eyebrow, and an expression that said 'Shame on you.'
"Sakura Kinomoto, how many times have I told you that smoking is bad for your health?"
"I'm thinkin' somewhere between 1000 and 1 billion. How'd you know I was here?"
"If you're not at home, then your almost always here." She sighed and shook her head. "Honestly, you should quit. Your gonna get a hole in your throat and have to have surgery, or-"
"Die a horrible death at an early age?"
"I was gonna say lung cancer, but, yeah, that too." She said, then stomped it out under her foot and threw the butt of it into the nearest trashcan.
I rolled my eyes. That was just Tomoyo for ya.
When I was a kid, a happy cheerful 3-year-old, our parents had introduced us to each other and we'd been play mates for a few years, then when we went into kindergarten, we'd been friends, and in elementary, we had remained close and stayed best friends.
In Junior High, though, my mother, Nadeshiko, had died, and I'd gone into a state of depression for weeks. I hardly ate anything, if I did eat, I didn't talk any, except to say a rare "Thanks" or "Sure."
I sat in my room and wouldn't let anyone in to talk to me, not my Dad, my older brother, Touya, or Tomoyo.
And for a few weeks, they let me be, but forced me to eat at least a little bit.
But, finally, I'd actually realized that my mother was gone, and wasn't coming back.
At the time when I'd realized this, Touya had been at school and Dad had been out getting groceries, so I'd been alone in the house.
I'd started screaming, and destroying everything in my path, anything I could get my hands on, I'd smash against a wall, or kick out of my way, I'd stumbled through the house, blinded by tears, and then I'd reached the kitchen, where I'd paused, gathering some sense about me.
Then, I'd grabbed the sharpest knife in the kitchen I could find, calmly stepped over everything I'd destroyed in my path of destruction, occasionally pricking my foot on glass, but I didn't feel anything. Except complete numbness.
I marched up to my room, took the knife, smiled, and sliced my wrist open, then watched the blood pour out. I'd quickly let myself fall to the floor, and slowly drifted off, thinking about joining my mother in heaven.
But, Tomoyo had come by with some soup she wanted me to eat, and that was how she found me shortly after my suicide attempt.
Apparently, she had freaked out, then called 911, gotten an ambulance over in less than 5 minutes, and had me rushed to the hospital, where I had woken up days later, or so she told me.
And when I woke up, there was Tomoyo, by my side, holding my hand, with bags under her eyes, looking like she hadn't slept in days, which, it turned out, she hadn't.
She had smiled and told me it was okay, everything was gonna be all right. She had convinced me to stay alive; she was the person I stayed alive for. I loved my father and my brother, but Tomoyo was the one person in my life who was always there for me.
After I was out of the hospital, it was Tomoyo who had helped me get my life back on track, Tomoyo who had defended me if anyone made cruel jokes, Tomoyo who had let me weep on her shoulder while I spilled out all my troubles, Tomoyo who was and always had been there for me, no matter what.
She was what defined the meaning of a true friend. She was usually an optimistic person, who looked out for me, and, even though it was rarely needed since she didn't have any enemies, I looked out for her.
Thing is, even though I got over my deep depression, I never quite got over losing my mom.
So, I'd started smoking the illegal stuff, and instead of being cheerful and happy like before, I was much tougher, and didn't take shit from anybody.
Tomoyo had finally convinced me to give up all the drugs I got off the street, but I had kept on smoking cigarettes.
I'd changed.
There was no motherly figure to guide me like there had been before, so I just tried to shut the world out.
And here I was in High school, a sophomore, still smoking, still best friends with Tomoyo, but I was slightly warmer.
There was a small group of people that I hung out with some at school, and sometimes would go to a movie or something with them, but they weren't close. Only Tomoyo was close to me.
Don't get me wrong, they were good people that you could get close to, but it was just hard for me to trust anyone at this point.
"So, Sakura, what are you doing for the rest of the weekend?"
I snorted. "Why do you even bother asking? You know that I never do anything on the weekends."
"You should get out more. Your skin's so pale, but you'd look great with a tan."
"And what do you want me to do? Go to the beach and sit in the sun surrounded by noisy people and girls that giggle constantly whenever a guy walks by? Or would you prefer I go to a tanning salon and lay in a coffin with fluorescent lights for a few hours?"
She sighed. "Neither. But maybe we could go to the beach this summer, huh?"
I shrugged. "Maybe. You know I'm not a beachy person."
"Wanna go to a movie or something tomorrow?"
"Sure."
"How about 'Kill Bill'?"
"Whatever's fine."
She sighed. "Do you just completely not care?"
"I don't care about anything."
Tomoyo looked a little hurt at that comment.
I gave a small smile. "Don't take it like that, Tomoyo. I care about you, my family, and my other friends. I'm just neutral on everything else."
"What about the greater sex?"
"I wouldn't know, I'm a virgin. And I believe you are too, unless you have something you want to tell me that I don't know about."
"There's probably nothing you don't know about me." She paused, then gave me a pointed look. "And just to let you know, when I said 'the greater sex', I meant which gender is the best between male or female."
"I'm neutral on that too. And actually, there is something I don't know about you. I don't know exactly what hour, minute, and second you were born."
"That's true, but only the mother and the doctor and nurses that birthed me know that."
"But I pretty much know everything else. I know how many boyfriends you've had, and what grade they were in, and when you had them, all your favorite things, and that you have a big-ass crush on Eriol Hiirigizawa."
She gasped. "Sakura! I do not!"
"I also know when you're lying."
She scowled at me. "Fine. But don't tell him!"
"You know I won't."
"Thanks."
Eriol was one of my friends at school, and Tomoyo's crush. He'd transferred from England in 8th grade, so we'd known him for a while. I had to admit, he was pretty good looking. He had midnight blue hair about halfway to the bottom of his ears, dark blue eyes that twinkled a lot behind his glasses, making them look shinier than they really were.
"So, you wanna go shopping after the movie? You've just been sitting around the park smoking all day today, so we need to take you shopping and get you something to do."
"Well, alright. But don't try to convince me to take up pottery or something. Me and wet clay just don't mix too well."
She laughed lightly. "Alright, fine. I won't."
"Say, Tomoyo, what time is it?"
"I don't know. I didn't wear a watch today."
I glanced around quickly at some of the people in the park to see if any of them were wearing a watch. Fortunately, there was a woman sitting on a bench by the sandbox, watching over the kid I assumed was her son.
I got up from the bench I had been sitting on, and walked over. "Excuse me, could you tell me the time?" I asked her politely.
"Oh yes, it's......." she trailed off momentarily to glance at her watch. "6:17."
"Thank you."
"Your welcome." She replied with a smile.
I started walking, with Tomoyo by my side, back to my house, trying my best to step over the leaves that were falling, and having no luck at it.
Tomoyo laughed as I jumped to the side to avoid a small brown leaf that had fallen in front of me.
"You seem slightly paranoid about those leaves, Sakura."
I scowled at her. "I just don't like getting them stuck to my shoe, then having to peel them off later."
She rolled her eyes. "All in the joys of fall, I suppose."
"Yeah, sure. The joys."
"Why do you hate the fall so much?"
I was silent for a moment, trying to come up with a good answer. "Because it always varies between temperatures, and it gets on my nerves."
"It's not THAT bad. C'mon, surely you don't just hate fall for no reason?"
I paused before answering again. "It reminds me of mom."
Tomoyo immediately looked regretful.
I kept the cold expression on my face, but Tomoyo could read me like a book, and knew it was hurting on the inside.
"Fall was her favorite season, it was the season when she met Dad when he became the new teacher at her school. She always loved it, ever since then."
Tomoyo stepped in front of me with a sorrowful look and quickly embraced me. "I'm sorry. I should've thought of that."
"You were just curious." I said, but my voice trembled.
She backed away, then slung an arm over my shoulder, and started walking again. "Gods, it's cold today."
"You're telling me. I was out there in the park for a few hours, and
"I'm getting cold out here. I should've brought my heavy jacket instead."
"See, I told you the temperature changes around!"
She threw a leaf at me and it got caught in my hair. I frantically pulled it out and gave her a ferocious glare. She just snickered. "Yeah, and-?"
"You're goin down!" I cried, as I took a huge armful of leaves and dumped them on her head.
She gasped and stood there shocked. "Ok, now you're in for it!"
I smiled, for the first time that day, and ran down the street, yelling taunts at her as she grabbed a bunch of leaves in her hands, and started running with them.
But when she finally caught up with me, there were only a few left because all the others had been blown away by the wind.
She took the remaining leaves, and stuffed them into my hair, then ruffled it up some for a messy effect.
"I'll get you back Sakura, oh yes, I will get you back when your not expecting it."
"You wish. You can't beat me when it comes to leaf-throwing."
"But snowballs are colder, harder, and easier to run with and throw than leaves. And we all know who rules at snowballs." She said smugly.
"Just because you nailed me a few times last year....." I mumbled.
"A few times? Sakura, I creamed you in every snowball fight we had."
"Shut up."
Tomoyo grinned, but didn't say anything more.
~~~The next day~~~
Tomoyo had come by to get me at about 12, so we grabbed some lunch and got our tickets early, then sat back to watch the show. It wasn't bad, pretty entertaining really, but after about 1 hour of sitting in a theater chair, I'm ready to explode.
I had yet to make it through any of the Lord of the Rings movies, even though I liked them.
After it ended, much to my relief, we quickly got out of our seats and Tomoyo laughed, saying how people had been glaring at me because I had been squirming around so much.
I rolled my eyes. "They'll get over it."
"So, ready to go shopping?"
"Not really. What are we shopping for anyway?"
"How about a Halloween costume?"
"What for? I don't trick or treat anymore."
"You could go to Naoko's costume party. They're actually letting her have one this year."
I pretended to sink back in fear. "And be around PEOPLE?!"
She lightly slapped my arm. "Sakura!"
"Kidding. Maybe I'll go."
Naoko was another friend from school. She was really big into horror and the supernatural stuff. She had glasses, straight brown hair almost always worn with a headband, and brown eyes to match.
In case your starting to think it's a big group of friends I have, I should let you know now, it's not.
There are only 7 in all, including myself, Tomoyo, Eriol, and Naoko. The other 3 were Rika, Chiharu, and Chiharu's boyfriend, Yamazaki.
Rika would make the perfect wife. She's clean, likes to cook, sew, and is kind to everyone. She was also pretty, with short, curly dark brown hair and dark brown eyes. She was also the most mature.
Chiharu could be bossy, mainly with Yamazaki, but she was a generally nice person. I'd never seen her hair down, but I imagine it was pretty long, seeing as she kept it in 2 big braids on either side of her head.
Yamazaki loved to make up stupid stories, explaining the 'history' of some random thing or the other.
There, now you know a little bit about them. Hope that helped.
"If you do go, what're you gonna go as?"
"I dunno. How about a dark rocker chic who likes the color black?"
"Sakura, you can't go as yourself, so don't try to weasel out of it."
"How fucked up is that?"
"Not really, seeing as how it's tradition to dress up as something other than yourself for just 1 day of they whole year."
"Whatever."
"So, what are you gonna be."
"My pretty pony, what'd you think I was gonna be?" I answered sarcastically.
"Seriously, Sakura. What are you gonna be?"
"Maybe I'll be the devil this year."
"Suits you." She said dryly.
"What about you, Tomoyo?"
"Actually, I was thinking about being the Grim Reaper."
"I like it. It sounds like a fun job. If there was somebody you didn't like, you could just come up and say 'Oh, hey, it's your time to die. What a shame you have to go at such a young age, but oh well, that's the way it goes.'"
"Your such a sadist, Sakura."
"And damn proud of it, thankyouverymuch."
Tomoyo rolled her eyes. "Yuh-huh. Aren't you the kind one?"
"What, you mean it's not drop-dead obvious?"
"Sarcasm is also your middle name."
"Actually, it's my 4th to last name."
"Sakura!"
"Ok, I'll shut up!" I said, rolling my eyes jokingly.
There was a pause before Tomoyo spoke again. "Do you really feel like shopping?"
"No."
"Good. Cause I already have the stuff I need for my costume, and there's nothing else I want, unless I wanted to blow my money on something stupid."
"That's so mature of you, Tomoyo."
She grinned. "Mom says the same thing. But, truthfully, I'm saving up money to get my own car."
"When you could just get your mom to buy you one?"
"It's a pride thing."
I shrugged. "Your call."
"C'mon, let's go home."
We waited at the bus stop for about 20 minutes, until a bus finally came by. Have you ever been so happy that something came, but then when you found out something bad about it, it wasn't so great anymore?
Well, that's how it feels when you r freezing your ass off for 20 minutes, then a bus finally comes, and you wanna scream 'Hallelujah!', but then you get on and find that you have to stand because all the seats are taken, and the last few standing spots are next to someone who smells like they haven't bathed in a week, and they rolled in the mud to go with it.
So, me and Tomoyo had to endure this horrible torture for quite a while, until the bus finally reached my stop, and let me get off.
I waved at Tomoyo, whose face was just screaming 'Help Me!' from the bus window.
I shook my head and smirked. I think she might've flipped me off when I walked back in the house, but I didn't care.
She was the one stuck on that damn bus, not me.
My older brother Touya was sitting at the table studying when I walked in. He looked up at me and asked "Hey kaiju. Where have you been?"
"The park. I met up with Tomoyo there. And I'm not a kaiju."
"Whatever. Oh yea, Dad told me to tell you he's cooking Tempura for dinner."
"Sounds good. Where is he?"
"He's at the store getting stuff. Anything interesting happen at the mall?"
"No."
He shrugged and went back to studying.
I walked upstairs to my room and threw my jacket on the floor to join the messy pile of clothes that was slowly forming into a mountain, then flopped down on my bed with a heavy sigh.
'School day tomorrow. Yay.' I thought, a frown upon my face.
I shoved myself up, grabbed my uniform, and threw it on the back of the chair in front of my desk so I'd be ready the next morning.
I yawned, and decided I'd just go ahead and sleep anyway. It was late enough. Even if it was only 6. Like I cared.
I snorted at that. Like I care about anything, really. But, sometimes, I still wonder what would've happened if I'd been successful at my suicide.
I glanced down at the scar on my wrist briefly, then shook my head and tried to fall asleep.
But I couldn't help it, I kept on thinking about what would've happened.
I shook my head, trying to rid myself of the thoughts, then grabbed the small container of sleeping pills I'd bought for times like this, and shoved 2 of them down my dry throat.
I nearly gagged because of the horrible taste and the fact that it felt like the pill had gotten stuck in my throat.
But after a few minutes, I was knocked out.
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Well, I hoped you guys liked the 1st chapter of this. It's my first try at posting a story like this, so I hope people liked it! If you would feel so obliged, please leave a review! Even if it's just to tell me that you read it or something! Flames are welcome, and suggestions are appreciated!