Summary: A perfectionist. That was all she was. All she wanted to be. However, was being perfect really " perfect "? Or could someone imperfect change her life?
Disclaimer: I do not. DO NOT own CCS. Clamp does. I' m gonna go insane at this fact.. GAHHS.
Author' s Notes: Hey all! I' m a first-timer, so please go easy on me. Please read and review. :D I hope you enjoy my story.
Prologue
" BAM! " The front doors of the school flung open. A single, lone sihoulette stood there. Her face, in detail, with her cold but wide eyes, her cute nose, her attractive and lucious lips, pursed ever- so- tightly, all engraved on perfect, pale, porcelain skin. Her curves were a perfect hourglass. Her silver halter top hugged her tightly, accentuating her upper body. Her short skirt displayed a generous show of her slim and well shod legs. Her Tiffany hairband perched on the top of her hair. Her prada handband clutched in her hand. All perfectly. Every step she took, she radiated perfection.
She was the Queen Bee. Nothing could match her looks. Her grace. Her grades as well. Top of the honour roll. Miss Popular. Need I say more?
Heads turned and the students in the crowded hallway parted so she could pass through. Save for the fact that she wasn' t very althletic and her ice cold heart, she was perfection. She talked, moved and did perfection.
Her name?
Tomoyo Daidouji.
" HEY! Tomoyo-san! " A boy ran up to her. Nervously holding out a bouquet of roses, he stammered. " W-Would you ca-care to go out with-th m-m-me? "
The halls turned eerie quiet in the mere matter of seconds. Everyone turned.
Glancing sideways, she pierced him with her ice- cold glare. Holding out a perfectly manicured finger, she poked him in the chest, and, smiling sweetly, she replied. " Why.. I' m flattered. NOT. Please kindly get out of my sight. You' re invading my personal space and the sight of you irks me. In other words, fuck off. " Her face strained as she pushed the guy out of her way and sauntered past. The crowd suddenly burst out into whispers and soon resumed its full-fledged chaos. " Sanjo- kun was kinda cute " A girl wistfully sighed.
Some patted his back, comforting him. " She' s the ice queen. The yuki- hime. Its alright. You aren' t the only one. " His bangs covered his eyes and the roses drooped in his hand. The retreating figure of Tomoyo was all anyone could see now, before she turned and entered the class. Sanjo' s eyes darkened. " That bitch! " He banged his fist into the nearby locker, causing a tiny dent.
At another part of school
" Aww.. Syao-kunnnnn... " A girl whined. " Go out with me already. You know you wanna.. " A sluttish girl in tube top and a mini skirt exclaimed. " Fuck off already. I care for no one. Got that? " Pulling his arm out of the girl' s vice grip and pushing her away. He flashed his cruel amber eyes at her. " My heart died long ago. I don' t exactly DO caring. Or love. All those are just fucking pieces of crap. Pure bullshit. The day I fall in love will be the day the world ends. Got that? " Syaoran spat. He sauntered off, Eriol Hiiragizawa following close behind, giving the girl an apologetic look before chasing up to him.
" She was kinda cute too. " His navy blue eyes reflected the pity her felt for the girl.
" Eriol, fuck off already. You know my heart can never be repaired. Not now. Not ever. " Syaoran replied coldly. " I' m gonna go down to the field and run some drills. Catch you later. " Syaoran continued, already moving towards the direction of the soccer court.
" Don' t miss me! " Eriol called out mischieveously.
" You can count on that. Now, I'd like to LEAVE in peace. Shut your stinking trap. " And with that, Syaoran disappeared from view.
" I wish you' d be the same before you met HER, Syao. " Eriol thought, his blue eyes twinkling.
Only one person could change all this. Who?
In class later
" Everyone, meet Sakura Kinomoto. She' s an exchange student from Japan. Treat her nicely. " Terada announced. Boys nudged each other. Girls flew into gossips.
Lifting her head up, she swept her auburn locks from her hair and her emerald eyes stared out to everyone.
" Hello. Nice to meet you all. " Sakura said. Her chinese was heavily coated with a Japanese accent but she took a deep bow. She grinned, and seemed to brighten up the room.
" As for your seat... " Terada- sensei contemplated. " Ahh.. How about in between Miss Daidouji and Mr Li? " He enquired. " Raise your hands please, you two. "
Neither hand went up. " Uh.. " Terada- sensei mumbled. " Over there. " He pointed.
The class shuddered. Sakura had gotten the worst possible seat in the entire school. EVER. Sitting behind fart-me Ling wasn' t so bad.
With a spring in her step, Sakura settled down at the correct place ( for once ). Glancing to her left, she met with the cold, piercing stare of Li Syaoran. Glancing to her right, she met with the nonchalent side view of Daidouji Tomoyo.
" Things are going to change around here. I swear. " Sakura thought, before the sound of Terada- sensei' s voice broke her out of her reverie.
" Things will change. "
Author' s Notes: So? How was my first chappy? Okay? Please please please read and review. I hope to get like 5 reviews?