This is the first time I'm writing something in English, hopefully you'll enjoy it. Although I can't reveal too much about the story, I'll try my best answering to your reviews. Enjoy!
Chapter I
Mediocre. The word that bothers most of us more than it should. As a person, each of us tries to differ and gain something special that would distinct himself from the others, in order not to be exactly the same. Although, not everyone and everybody do actually know how to gain that peculiar thing that would change his life.
These were the thoughts which I woke up with, that specific morning. I definitely wasn't thinking clearly enough, so I slowly stretched my arm in order to grab the comb that was laying somewhere on the nightstand. After brushing and braiding my long hair, which was of an unusual pink colour, I made my bed and practically crawled, because of the sleepiness to the bathroom that was situated at the end of the hall.
I gently crossed the threshold, in order not trip, as I did a week before when I nearly broke my arm after slipping, and calmly moved towards the mirror, which I was drawn to without any reason. I stared at myself for a few moments, after which I started brushing my teeth. I looked as if I hadn't been sleeping for a whole month. Ten minutes later I was in the kitchen and started preparing the salad, which I was craving for.
Today is supposed to be the first day of high school and I was kind of excited. The school I was to attend was presumed as one of the best in the country from an academic and athletic point of view, which would have been an impossible dream to accomplish, if it wasn't for my parents' fortune, which I inherited after their deaths 3 years ago.
It was a short walk from home so I decided to go by foot to the school. Bad choice. As soon as I stepped outside the house, I was overwhelmed with a million questions that my amazingly smart brain decided to generate: ``Will you make new friends?``, ``Will you be accepted by the others?``,``Will your life change dramatically?``, ``Will you still remain the same old Sakura at the end of the year?``, ``Will your grades still be great?``,``Will you fall in love?``. Being tormented by these thoughts that were spinning around my head like buzzing bees circling some kind of flower I finally reached the lyceum.
I knew beforehand the class where I was supposed to go, so I didn't even bother looking one more time at the timetable that was hung on the wall, so that one could see right after entering the building.
Never was I more frustrated than the moment when I had to go back to the first floor (me being at the fifth) and look one more time at the timetable, as after reaching the classroom where the lesson was to be held I realized it was the wrong room.
With a frowning face I was ready to turn back, when I bumped into something. It was a tall young man with an unparalleled handsomeness and masculinity...