Hey guys. Its Mr. Kitty here. Ok if this is your first time seeing this fanfic, GO YOU! if you think you might have read it before, read it recently infact, you proble had. I had published this story a few days ago, then realised that i hadn't but a disclaimer in, and tryed to fix it. For some reason fanfic spazed out on me and was giving me major issues. Long story short, i had to delete it, and re-do the whole process. But do not be annoyed because i also have some good news.

1) I revised it. it sounds better, and reads soomther now (at least to me) so you might want to re-read it. Or you might not. Your choice.

2) This chapter is actually the prelude. I have a long, first chapter ready to be uploaded so grab a blanket, some popcorn, and a juice box and settle in. The 2 chapter should be in soon.

Now for our feature Presentation.

Ritsuka: *glares* does not own anything but the storyline and idea. if she did, i dont think she would be here, would she?

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The bell for homeroom had rung and Sakura made her way to a desk at the back of the room, next to a window, the same desk that she always did. She hated homeroom, well that wasn't completely correct. She hated this school. She just hated homeroom most because she took it with Karin. She was a punk poser and the most popular girl at the school. Mostly though, she was a bitch.

"Check out the emo wannabee!" Karin laughed. Sakura ignored her and stared back out the window.

'Check out the poser slut.' Sakura thought.

Just then the tardy bell rang and the teacher, Ms. Shaffer, walked in. In her crackly old voice she started roll call. Not to long after, she heard the announcements come on.

The day went along as usual It was already half way through her first semester as a freshman and…well…..she hated it. The classed sucked because they were far too easy for her. She didn't have the best home life (correction, she didn't have a dad and her mom didn't care, her home life sucked), and unlike the snobs here she didn't have the money for things like internet, cable, or TV's and computers. She had a keyboard that was left from when she did have a dad, and she had saved up enough money to get an itouch one year for Christmas, but that was all. So instead of spending her free time glued to a plastic screen, she'd always read her text books during the first few weeks of school, get it out of the way so she had more time for other things, like music. It was the only thing that mattered to her, the only thing that every seemed to make any sense.

The bell rang signaling that homeroom was over, so sakura grabbed her stuff and left.

Xx

Sakura sat at a lunch table towards the back of the cafeteria. The book, Inkspell, sat in the middle of health snacks, her itouch to one side supplying her with music through big old fashion head phones like junkies used to have in the 80's. This had become a habit for her. She'd sit alone in the back; mind her own business, and for the most part people would leave her alone. She may have been quite and anti-social, but she wasn't the type of person who would automatically start a fight or cause a commotion for attention. She liked to think people gave her space because maybe they didn't hate her as much as they seemed to, but on the inside she knew that it was really just because to everyone else, she was invisible.

Sakura was an honors student. She made straight A's, never tardy, never out of line. She had the type of brain one would usually associate with suspenders, slicked hair, and dorky glasses. She could've made a 28 on the ACT if she wanted to. She could have been a doctor, engineer, or n anthropologist. Only one thing stood in her way. Music.

Sakura paused in her reading and smiled. Her whole life was music. She spent hours at her keyboard composing songs, right lyrics, or perfecting her voice. Of course no body knew this of her. At school she had the brain of a genius and left reason to wonder as to why she shopped at hot topic. NO body knew her passion for music or that she had the heart of a rocker. She smiled again. Still, she liked it better this way. She'd never depended on her mom to understand her, so why should anyone else. She was a lone wolf. And that was a fact.

Sakura stopped daydreaming and got back to her book, she was at the part where Farid and Meg kissed, her favorite part of the book. I guess I should also mention that she liked to read.

Xx

Across the cafeteria, oblivious to our main character, the principle walked in, escorting a lady with mid-back blond hair, hazel eyes, adorned in black halter top and Capri pants. A red shawl draped across her shoulders.

"Ms. Tsunade. This is our cafeteria. I'm quite sure that is does not stand up to your magnificent school whatsoever, but please feel free to look around." The principle said to the pale skinned lady nervously. She was the dean for Blackthorn Academy, and she was here to see about selecting one of his students for a scholarship. She told him nothing less, nothing more. He didn't really understand what was going, but seeing as how she led the most coveted private school in the country, maybe the world, and also seeing that his supervisors told him that it would be in his best interest to get her what ever she wanted…well lets just say that he wasn't one to argue.

Xx

Tsunade gazed across the dinning area, scanning the faces of the students. She walked along the tables through throngs of people trying to find one familiar face. She'd spent a good while searching for this girl, and had come to find out that she resided at this pathetic school. She knew immediately how to fix that problem. But first she had to locate the angel. That might be tricky.

She finished looking across the first side, the "principle" cowering behind her. She went to move to the other side of the lunchroom. 'Just as I thought' she mumbled to herself spotting a head of charred black hair, 'these people have no idea what true genies is when it's staring them straight in the eye.' She made her way over to a mostly empty table in the back of the room.

Xx

Sakura looked up from her book in time to see a blond haired lady coming her way. She slid her headphones down around her neck and slowly closed her book, keeping her eyes locked in place. The mysterious lady walked to her table and smiled.

"You," she said a grin sprouting on her face. "Sing something for me."

Sakura eyes widened at hearing this. How did this lady know she sang? How did she know, when her own mother did not? How did she know? Why was she here? And most importantly, who was she?

She looked around the room, which had now grown silent. Every face, including the principles (whom she had not noticed until now), was watching hers. Sakura scratched her arm and just stared. The Principle, sweating bullets, came up behind the blond lady and gave sakura a look that told her not to question, just do. Normally, she would have reacted to that by doing just the opposite, but something today, told her not to.

Sakura stood up, lifted her chin, closed her eyes, opened her mouth and sang.

'Ave Maria~

Gratia plena~

Dominus tecum~

Benedicta tu in mulieribus~

ET Benedictus fructus ventris~

Tui, Jesus~

Sancta Maria~

Mater Dei~

Ora pro nobis peccatoribus~

Nunc et in hora mortis nostrae~

Amen.'

Sakura looked around. Everyone but the lady with blond hair was frozen with shock. She blushed and grimaced, and looked down, rubbing her arm. She knew it was a bad idea. One single lonely tear threatened to fall from her eye but she managed to keep it at bay. No one would ever see her cry.

"Young lady," said the blond lady. Sakura looked up into hazel eyes. "My name is Tsunade. I am the head mistress for Blackthorn Academy for the Gifted and Talented in Performing Arts, and I want you at my school, ASAP. I've never heard such a remarkable voice. I've already worked everything else out. All you need to do is get packed and I will personally escort you to your new home at Blackthorn."

Sakura looked blank for a moment, stole a glance at her principle who nodded as if to say, 'yes, this lady was telling the truth.' She had a look of distrust on her face.

"Ms… Tsunade?" She nodded at Sakura, but all sakura could do was stand there unbelievingly. "Forgive me when I say I don't believe you." Tsunade's smiled didn't falter.

"Come with me." She said. And even though sakura was very skeptical, that's exactly what she did.

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