Sakura sat in the cool dark limousine with four other girls. They were talking quietly amongst themselves in their long glittering dresses. Sakura sat in the corner looking out the window as they sped along. She was nervous and wished she had never come. Of course, this couldn't have been helped, for Tomoyo had literally dragged her from her house, pushed her into the limo and waved goodbye, smiling.
"What do you do?" one of the girls asked Sakura. She was tan and had long blonde hair. Her dress was almost exactly the same color blue as her eyes. Sakura drifted out of her daze.
"Huh?" she answered stupidly.
"Your job, what is it?" the girl asked again, more slowly this time. The other girls snickered. Sakura blinked.
"Oh, I work for a paper where I live."
"And where is that?" the girl asked. Sakura didn't really like this girl much.
"Chicago." Sakura said simply, and turned again to face the window. She wasn't in the mood for small talk. Any more of it would cause her to vomit. She was nervous, but it almost felt like a surreal dream, very surreal. She anxiously smoothed out her black strapless dress for the 10th time she had been in the limo. She quickly and expertly clipped her short hair into a half-ponytail and bobby-pinned the stray strands. She wanted to look perfect for this mystery man, whoever he was.
"I've been modeling for the past 6 years." The blonde informed proudly. The other girls seemed impressed.
"You've probably heard of me. Evie Harris?" The other girls gasped excitedly.
"I've never heard of you." Sakura spoke suddenly. The car became dead silent. All of the girls' stares bore into her. Where did that come from? Sakura thought.
"Oh, I'm sorry, I'm afraid I didn't catch your name." Evie said sweet as can be; though her icy eyes blazed menacingly.
"That is because I didn't give it." Sakura sniffed. What are you doing idiot! Do you want them to tear you apart? Evie only glared.
"Hey, let's sing a song!" One girl said quickly. She was shorter than Evie, but all the more pleasant. She had light brown hair and dark brown eyes. She seemed like a character. Tomoyo, I really hate you right now, she thought angrily. She will hate her a lot more, when finds out who the mystery man is! Tune in next time!
Sorry this is going so slow, but I've got to build up the tension! I'll have the next chapter up and ready to go soon. Please let me know how you like it so far. Thank you for reading.