Dear Readers,
As I write this, I want to say thank you to all of my reviewers...as of right now, that count is two. But that's a good start for a story that got published at 11:08 PM last night, 10/17/11. A lot of people have favorite my story, and my email inbox is practically BLOWING UP because of the alerts or favorites and things like that. I would like to thank Nikky and vavete.
Here you go...

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My name is Li Syaoran.
I grew up in one of the wealthiest families in China. My nickname there was '富人的兒子李' meaning 'Wealthy Son Li.' I was an eligible bachelor-yuck. I irk at the very sound of that awful word. Anyway, I just moved to Tomoeda, Japan, from Hong Kong, China. I still remember that day like any other...

*Flash...Back*

The rain made hissing noises as it leaped down from the sky as it hit my driveway. For now I was just looking out of my 1-acre long house's largest window. I ran to the back of the house. From that window, you could see my house, which was the guest-house. It was also quite large compared to average Tomoeda houses now.
In Hong Kong, I had told my parents that I wanted to become a pianist/song writer about a year before I moved to Tomoeda, Japan.
Well, that really set them off. They laughed at the idea of actually having cultural talent. They were probably just jealous because no one in the family had ever had such an idea...
My sisters, Li Sheifa, Li Fuutie, Li Fanren, and Li Fenmei, all supported my choices.
They had plotted in 'secret' so I could move on my own to Tomoeda.

*Back to Reality*

I was introduced in class, as usual. This had been my 4th school, but 1st Public.
The teacher...now what was his name? Terracotta? No, Terada! Well, Terada-Sensei seats me next to this beauty. I'm glad he didn't put me next to all the creepy girls over there. They look like they really wanna do something bad. Like now. To me. Ew.
He asked me to sit next to a girl named Kinomoto Sakura. If we ever became friends, I would call her Ying Fa.
"Kinomoto-San I presume?" I said nicely.
"Um...Yeah." She seems surprised as I interpret it. Funny, she doesn't seem like the kind of girl who would want to make contact with a guy. But sense she wears clothes that are in the same mindset of myself, and she's nice, I'll be nice to her.
"I saw what you did back there," I chuckle. "You must have some imagination." I tried to smile, but she just blushed and looked down.
I decided to fill in the small silence. "I like that. I'm Li Syaoran." I reached out a hand and she seemed to be glad as she accepted it. "I'm from Hong Kong, China, how about you?" I hear it's polite to make nice conversation.
"Been in this city all of my life." That's what she said...or at least, what I payed attention to.
I couldn't help but look at her eyes. It was like a precious stone had been locked inside of them. It was a faded color of Emerald, but as we talked their color grew more vibrant.
"Sakura-San, is it okay if I call you that?" I asked.
She nodded and a pink blush rose on her cheeks. I smirked unconsciously and then began again, "Would you want to compare schedules with me? I mean, out of six classes, there must be a big probability that we have at least one class together!" I winked. She blushed again and raised her schedule out of her pants pocket.
Home Room with Terada-Sensei
1: English/History Class with Hanazuki-Sensei
2: Science with Kotanabuki-Sensei
3: Chorus/Band with Tsubaki-Sensei
4: Theology 101 with Yasashii-Sensei
5: Independent Studies with Kokoro-Sensei
6: Cooking with Igasa-Sensei

I looked at my schedule.

Home Room with Terada-Sensei
1: English/History Class with Hanazuki-Sensei
2: Science with Kotanabuki-Sensei
3: Chorus/Band with Tsubaki-Sensei
4: Theology 101 with Yasashii-Sensei
5: Cooking with Igasa-Sensei
6: Independent Studies with Kokoro-Sensei

Wow. I'm surprised I have four classes with her.

"Wow, we have four classes..." She said with a smile.
"Then, after homeroom ends, may I have the pleasure of walking with you to English class?" I said politely. At my old school, a lot of girls went wild whenever I was polite, but she just blushed cutely and...did I just say she was cute?
"Sh-Sure, if you really want to..." She said.
We were having some sort of friendly moment. I felt like I had known her for years.
And then I noticed there were other people at the table.
The black/purple hair pale-faced lady introduced herself as Daidouji Tomoyo.
The next person was a dude. His name was Yamazaki Takashi. It appeared he didn't even have eyes because they were like...permanently closed or something.
The last person at the table was Hiiragizawa Eriol. He had navy blue hair and gray eyes. I didn't pay enough attention to his features, but it seemed as if his eyes were locked in a murderous stare, but his mouth was curved in a smile.

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So I was walking with Sakura-San to English. That's when what's-her-face with the short brown hair with fake blonde streaks just comes up and starts talking to us

"Sasaki...what do you want...?" Sakura gave her a glare with her brilliant, but dim eyes.
"Oh, it's just the mere Sa~Ku~Ra~Chan..." 'Sasaki' said. What was Sakura's relationship with her?
"Sasaki, don't you dare call me by my first name." Sakura said.
"Right on, Sakura-San."
"Oh, than can I call him...?" She came up and traced her finger down my neck. It made me feel violated!
"Go back to your too-old-for-you boyfriend, Sasaki!" Sakura said with a vein popping out of her forehead.
"...I actually came for your help, Sakura..." Sasaki said.
"Hoe? My help. Yeah right." Sakura said bravely.
"No, really...well, I'm stressing out over Chiharu-Sama."
Chiharu-'Sama?' And who is this Sasaki person?
"Shut up, Rika-San; you know I don't talk to you, Yanagisawa-San or heranymore." I saw Sakura emphasize the word 'her' and shudder as it rolled off her lips.