A couple of weeks had passed and every ounce of hope that those two would come for me had pretty much
diminished. There was another couple here today looking for a teenage daughter. I just got done talking to them.
They were pleasant, but very stuck up and snooty. Its like they lived by some sort of secret code that they
couldn't break or they would be sent to the gallows. I didn't like them as much as the other two. And I'm fairly
positive they weren't all that fond of me either, so it was a mutual feeling.
I was sitting at the window in the front room when the headmistress came barreling through the doors with a
smallish amount of papers in her hand. I don't think I've told you about her yet. She's much better than the other
one and doesn't have a rear end the size of a freight train. She insists that everybody call her Lisa. And actually
cares weather you leave or not. Unlike Mrs. Caboose at the penitentiary. Anywho, she came barreling through
the doors with these papers and an unusual and highly frightening grin on her face. She rushed over to me and
sat down, staring at me with huge brown eyes. She shoved the papers in my face and laughed.
"You…my sweet, sweet cherry blossom, are going home. The couple who saw you a couple of weeks ago are
here again. They want to adopt you." I could tell she was far to happy about this due to what she called me. On
normal conditions, I would have frowned and grumbled about her calling me that, but this was different. My eyes
grew wide and in spite of myself, a huge grin played across my face. Hallelujah!!! God bless you sweet stranger,
God bless you! I finally get to leave this not-so-much-of-a-hell-hole. I stood up and walked into the other room.
There stood Emily and Eric, signing a couple more papers and turning to smile at me when I walked in.
"Hey!" Emily said, walking over to me. She smiled down at me and sighed.
"So. What do you think? Willing to let us take a whack at raising you?" she said with a grin. I nodded. It was
about the only thing I could do. I was otherwise speechless and unusually happy. I remember I had promised
myself that I wouldn't stoop to this, but now that its here, I think everything I had made myself do got washed
away. Its stupid to mope around for things I clearly cant change with my frustrations. So I might as well enjoy it.
I smiled at Eric and sighed. Emily grinned. There seemed to be a lot of that going around lately.
After about 5 minutes of me grabbing what few belongings I had, my blanket, the four outfits I actually owned
and a shiny rock I had found walking around with Syaoran, I ran downstairs and skidded to a halt in the lobby,
where the two were getting their coats on. Lisa smiled and wiped her eye.
"Be good hmm? No trying to run out the windows and find your friends hmm? I'm sure they are all fine." she
said and I chuckled.
"Kay. I won't. Promise." I said, shifting my belongings to the other arm. Lisa gave me a hug, which was slightly
awkward and sighed.
"Have fun!" she said as we turned around and left. There was a bright yellow taxi waiting for us in the driveway.
I've never been in one, but I heard from Eriol that really weird people drive them. We all slid into the back and
Eric muttered to the dark guy with a mustache driving where to go. I got to sit by the window So most of my
attention was directed towards outside, but I still listened to the two so I could answer any questions they
decided to fling at me. We started passing places I used to travel and sometimes I would smile or something
when we passed a usual stalking area. It felt weird to fly by all of this. I was so used to lumbering along that I
didn't really pay attention to anything but food. I don't think I'll ever have to worry about food again. The taxi
man turned onto a side street that I was fairly certain led to the highway and saw something terribly amusing. So
funny in fact that I burst out laughing and Emily freaked out and squealed that I had a really cute laugh. The last
person to tell me that was Syaoran. Anyways, walking down a street, dressed in little prissy outfits, with some
stern looking adults behind them, was Takashi and Risa. They looked none too happy and I think just got out of
church. Takashi glanced over my way and I saw his eyes get all big and he nudged Risa, but before he could say
anything, his head was whapped by the guy behind him and he shut up.
"What were you laughing about?" Emily asked, turning to face me. I smiled.
"Those two kids walking were two of the kids that lived with us on the street. I hate them. Looks like they got
what they wanted though." I said with a grin. They looked miserable. Emily smiled a little and wrapped her arm
around my shoulder, which was unusually comforting.
About an hour or so of sitting in the smelly cab paid off. We pulled up in front of a huge, nay, massive
house. I seriously would probably get lost in that place. At first I thought that the driver was just admiring the
house, but then Emily and Eric got out. My jaw dropped, I think.
"Um…This is…" I said, slightly speechless. Eric was the one to talk this time. He smiled widely and nodded.
"Yea, this is where we live. Emily and I both have highly rewarding jobs. I work as the head journalist for the
New York Times, and Emily works as an accountant…ah, somebody who handles a lot of peoples money
things." He said, clarifying what was obviously being asked in my blank expression. Emily nodded and grabbed
my things out of the trunk.
"Um, can I ask what's with the rock, Sakura?" she said, holding it up to the light. I smiled.
"I found it when me and Syaoran were walking about. He said it reminded him of my eyes, being such a weird
shade of green. I kept it cause I thought it looked cool." I said, walking up to her and sliding the piece of rock out
of her hand. Emily grinned and squeaked a little bit.
"That, is so cute! I really hope you find him someday." she said, turning around and linking her arm through
mine, leading me to the house.
"Me too." I muttered.
The house….sweet ghost of William McKinley, was HUGE. I cant even being to fathom how big exactly it
is, but I recall something about it having five bedrooms and four bathrooms. I nearly cried at this. It has been so
long since I had used an actual working toilet, it wasn't even funny. I mean, sure the orphanage had them, but
oft-times, they never worked or were clogged up or something. It was gross. And showers, Sweet Jesus, lovely
hot running working showers. At the orphanage we had to take baths, which were pointless because we were
basically sitting in essence of smelly pre-teen. It was anything but pleasant. Then came My room. That's right,
Mine. A room I can call my own. It was massive, like everything else in the house (I swear you can waltz in the
bathrooms if you so desired to do so.) The walls were an off-white, cream color, there was a bed that would
probably hold two of me comfortably, which was tucked away into a rather large alcove, that harbored a window
that looked out over rolling fields. There were hardwood floors throughout, a dresser, closet, and desk, and a full
body mirror. Looking in it I got a grasp of how skinny I really was. You could see my ribs and my hair was very
knotty. Where my eyes sat, they were slightly sunken into the sockets, which were hued a strange, ghostly
purple. I was also pale, but that was from lack of sunlight.
I got a tour of the rest of the house and was astonished by everything, there was a huge kitchen with one of
those island things in the middle and the kitchen connected to a huge dining room that had a bunch of picture
windows that looked out over the same fields you could see from my room. The living room was carpeted in a
mint green type of carpet and was adorned with a couch, loveseat and a couple of plush chairs. Along with the
regular, family room stuffs. Radio, Television, all that stuff. They had a porch in their back yard that extended to
a rather large in-ground pool and a few steps that led out to the fields. It was, to simply put it, the closest I could
get to Heaven on Earth.
Emily and Eric have decided that after me and Emily go shopping for clothes( I've come to realize in the few
hours we've been together, that this woman an crazy when It comes to clothes) we are going out to dinner, sort
of as a welcome home thingy. So Emily and I walked out to her car and we were whisked off to the mall, where I
think I must have been bombarded with so many new clothes, I could have made an entire room out of them if I
were to stack them in piles. Emily paid for it all with some little plastic thing. I think she said it was a credit card.
But hell if I know, I was too busy drooling over the bags to take much notice in what she was saying.
Around 4 o clock, we got home, I took a shower and changed clothes and found that if I put my short and
choppy hair in little pigtails an leave the rest hanging down, it looks pretty adorable. Not adorable in the
"oooooohhh look! That puppy is soooo adorable!" More like a "Damn… that girl is fine.." Kind of adorable. If
that makes any sense at all. So as I rushed downstairs, Emily shoved a pair of black boots into my stomach, and
smiled as I sat down and shoved them on my feet. A little big, but I think I will grow into them, and they looked
really good. So we walked out of the door and into yet another car, this one different than the one Emily and I
took to the mall. About 20 or so minutes later, we pulled up to some fancy French restaurant who's name I
couldn't pronounce and walked inside. The girl standing at the front door smiled at us and asked us 'how
many?'…like it wasn't obvious. Unless Emily had some elves in that massive bag of hers, there were only three
of us. Eric responded with the correct number and the girl smiled and began walking away. Confused a little bit.
Emily and Eric followed, so I followed them, figuring it would be the best thing to do.
She led us to a smallish booth at the far end of the room and we all slid in. Menus were handed to us and
some utensils wrapped in fancy cloth napkins. Ooh, Swanky. Now, here comes the fun part. What the frell does
all of this mean? I mean of course I can read, but its all quite confusing. Realizing my complex, Emily looked down
at her menu, then pointed to one of the items on the list.
"You should get this. Its really good." she said, adding a slight grunt in emphasis to her 'really'. I nodded and
read it.
Chicken parmesan. Lightly breaded chicken breast covered in marinara sauce, fettuccini pasta and a heart
portion of parmesan cheese.
Well. It sounded good, but you cant eat sounds, now can you? Almost as if on cue, a girl walked up to our table,
her face hidden behind strangely familiar black hair. She looked up from her pad of paper and smiled.
"Hi! Im Tomoyo and I'll be your waitress for this evening. Can I start you folks off with something to…holy shit.
Sakura???" I looked up, I heard my name. Staring down at me was Tomoyo, none the less chubby than she had
been, in fact she looked thinner, but still, it was her. My jaw dropped again. It was doing that a lot. I stood up
and grinned. Then, at almost the same time, we squealed girlishly and grabbed each other into a strangling hug.
Righty-o! CLIFFHANGER! Hoorah. YAY TOMOYO!! And some Takashi, Risa torture. Not so much torture,
just torment I suppose. A little slice of pain. Hehe. Well, how did you like it? Good? Bad? Indifferent?
"Ohmygod, this chapter sucks, go get a life"? Well, tell me what you think!! Yea, its likfe 11 at night and im
wired on pepsi, cut me some slack! Oh, you can infer for yourself what time period theyre in, i didnt really
give it too much thought. Also, for a better idea of what Sakura looks like, for those who read it, give her your
mental image of the Cullen family from Twilight and New Moon!
Okay, so…yea, REVIEW!!! And Chapter 10 up soon!
So until next time!
Ja!
Kirra