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I was not happy.
I was definitely far from being a happy camper.
I was just simply pissed off.
This was really stupid. Apparently, my watch and alarm clock was set two hours early. That was so not cool Tomoyo-chan. Who else who'd have done it? She will perish under my all-powerful wrath when she arrives to school. Mwa ha ha. Am I a good friend or what?
Anyways, I still had something to laugh at today. In fact, I laughed right now. Hah. Hah. Hah. This was unbelievable. I ditched him. I ditched Syaoran-kun. And if people are wondering why I was such a mindless person to skip out on a date with Mr. Hottie, your answer would be that I had an appointment with one of the tooth fairy's minions. Never underestimate the power of the orthodontist and his mighty skills at dentistry.
Note to self: Fear the doctors who associate with teeth.
Now, here I was. In a really big high school. All alone. Except for the janitor but he was an old geezer. It's 6:40 a.m. I was wandering around the school halls for exercise and something to do.
Man, I was bored to death.
I started to hear footsteps behind me. Maybe it was Tomoyo-chan? Hm… I stopped walking. Whoever's feet stopped as well. How odd. Was this person stalking me? Who could it be? I started walking again. Hm… must be Tomoyo-chan. Who else would find it enjoyable to stalk me? Wait… Tomoyo-chan isn't wearing high heels.
Oh. My. Freaking. Gosh. Hoe!
That was not Tomoyo-chan! The best friend I know would never come to school without wearing high heels. These footsteps sounded like sneakers. Sure, she'd change into tennis shoes for P.E. but that was in the freaking afternoon!
I began to run. The dude stalking me did too. Who was he? A serial killer? An escaped murderer from jail out to kill another victim? An evil wizard out to plunge Tomeado into eternal sleep?
I just kept on running. I closed my eyes and tried to get away. Not caring where I'd go, I ran faster. I just don't want to be anywhere near Mr. Stalker.
Thump.
I hit the wall. And if I do say so, it was a mighty hit. NOT FUN.
It was a dead end. And the dude was coming. I could hear him coming closer and closer.
Great. I was going to die. I was going to die before I turn in my literature report which is due today. Damn it. I counted the moments before my departure from this cruel world.
5…
4…
3…
2…
1…
0…
-1…
-2…
-3…
Okay. The part where I was supposed to get killed was probably around the time when I counted to zero. Um… well, I don't hear any more footsteps and judging that my breathing rate is still going and I'm still talking to myself in my head, I ain't gonna die. Excuse the poor grammar but I'M STILL ALIVE!
I must have been hallucinating. Maybe it was just my imagination.
Now to just get to my homeroom. I walked briskly. Just two more corners an---
"BBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"
I screamed. I yelled for help. I crawled up into a little ball. My fears have been confirmed. I'm going to die. But I did not go to the restroom in my pants. I'll be proud of that. Not even when Bloody Mary and the Grim Reaper show up at my front door I won't. Hah. How brave esd I? Heh heh. Don't answer that.
I headr laughter. I lifted my head up from the ball I temporarily crawled up into and …
Apparently got someone's lips on mine.
I have crossed over to the loony side. I felt like I'm on cloud nine. It was paradise. It was heaven. It was… wait. Do I even know who's kissing me?
And now the dude's trying to get into my mouth. WHAT THE HECK IS GOING ON HERE? I broke away instantly and saw…
OH. MY. FREAKING. GOSH.
Syaoran-kun.
Where is that serial killer when you need one?
"Ha ha ha. That was absolutely funny Sakura-chan! I never knew you'd be scared by that. You should have seen the look on your face!" laughed Syaoran-kun.
How jolly. First, he scared the heck out of me, then tried to smooch me, and currently he was laughing his butt off.
"What was that for? Do you know how much that freaked me out?" I asked. More like a combination of irritation, anger, and interrogation but you could say I asked.
"Oh no. Sakura-chan's angry. But then again, you deserved it," replied Syaoran-kun. I really wish he'd wipe off that cute grin of his.
"Really. What did I ever do to you?" I retorted back. 'Lil o me was being very clueless at the moment.
"Tsk tsk, Sakura-chan," said Syaoran-kun. He went close to me and whispered into my ear. "But don't you remember our supposedly get-together yesterday? I'd say that kiss makes up that don't you think so? Or maybe you'd like another one?"
My whole face must be definitely red.
"Uh… well…um…" Hey, what can I say? Other than nothing, but forgive a girl who's really feeling like she's gone loco at the moment.
"I didn't think you'd have a comeback," smirked Syaoran-kun. "See you in class."
He walked away.
WHAT THE HECK JUST HAPPENED?
Okay. Rewind here. So… I got scared, kissed, and at a loss for words. What a nice way to start the day. Only good thing was that I did not have to deal with a serial killer.
Tomoyo-chan's toast. Dead meat. Going to be swimming with the fish. You name it. She better be good at excuses or her life is going to end.
I entered into the classroom.
The prey is spotted. The predator takes her seat next to the prey.
"Hey Sakura-chan! You're a bit early today. How's it going?" asked a happy soon-to-be- corpse.
"Just peachy. Absolutely peachy Tomoyo-chan," I said as I gritted my teeth.
"Hey Tomoyo-chan, did you, by any itsy bitsy chance, changed my watch to, oh, I don't know, 2 hours early?" requested the predator.
"No, dear Sakura-chan. Not today. I was going to do that next week." Okay, now back to the drawing board. Who would do a prank like that then?
Tomoyo-chan's face suddenly lit up even more. Was there a limit to this girl's happiness?
"Good morning Li-san!" shouted Tomoyo-chan. She motioned him to come over. Why oh why was a friend with a perky girl?
"Hey," said Syaoran-kun. He sat on my desk. Wippee. Yay. I'd shout for joy but for some reason, I'm somehow pissed off. Now how did that ever happen?
"Li-san, Sakura-chan's feeling down. Do you mind helping her out?" requested an innocent-looking Tomoyo-chan. Oh, how innocent indeed.
"Tomoyo-chan, I doubt he'll know anything about who messed with my alarm clock," I said lifelessly.
"You know Sakura-chan, instead of thinking what others want you to see, open your eyes to all the possibilities," smiled an also happy Syaoran-kun.
"And that's supposed to mean?"
"Think about it. Oh, and by the way, Tomoyo-chan, here's the spare key to Sakura's house," said Syaoran-kun.
Hold up. The spare key to my house? Only Tomoyo-chan had one. Which reminded me, why'd I ever give her one in the first place?
Syaoran-kun + a spare key to my house equals a messed up alarm clock. Great. He knew where I live and he somehow got into my room and changed the freaking alarm clock.
"Syaoran-kun! You little ----!" I got cut off. Syaoran-kun leaned in closer to me and put his finger in front of my mouth.
"Now, Sakura-chan, I'd say, that was another little payback for ditching yesterday, wasn't it? Or maybe you'd prefer another something from this morning?"
"Huh? Sakura-chan? What happened this morning?" urged Tomoyo-chan. She seemed to be grinning. I hated it when she does that.
The predator has become the prey. The prey is now the predator.
Syaoran-kun left and went back to his seat. I, on the other hand, was stuck sitting next to a very curious kitty just bursting out questions.
This was most certainly a glorious way to start my day. Note the sarcasm, my shaking fists filled with fury, and a big vein on my head that was about to pop due to my inferior rage.
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