AN: Er… Just ignore the fact that since they're from different countries they have different languages. ^.^'

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A yellow cat entered the bright pink room. It stalked up to the occupied bed and crawled up. It nestled down on the girl and licked her cheek.

"Just five more minutes," she whispered tiredly. The cat meowed loudly and the girl peaked open an eye. She drowsily looked around and she picked up her alarm clock.

"Hoeee! I'm late!"

She rolled out of bed and hit her head on the floor. "Ow," she moaned. She jumped up and fell back down because her feet were tangled in the sheets. She untangled her feet and ran into the bathroom. The cat sweat dropped and shook his head. A second later, she slid out of the bathroom, a towel wrapped tightly around her. The cat turned around as Sakura dressed quickly into a pink shirt and a pair of jeans. She grabbed her hairbrush and stopped herself just in time from pouring toothpaste on it.

"Kero, guess what?" Sakura asked through a mouth full of toothpaste. She tugged a sock onto her foot. "Our school won the Geography Sweepstakes! We're going to the Caribbean today! For free!"

She shoved her foot into her shoe and she raced into the bathroom to spit. She ran back outside and proceeded putting on her other sock and shoe. "I can't wait," she continued excitedly. "We were pretty lucky, you know. Schools all over the world entered, and we were one of five schools that were picked."

She plopped down in front of the mirror and put her hair into pigtails. "Well, I'm off! I'll see you in a month!"

After kissing and patting Kero goodbye, she grabbed her suitcase and dragged it outside. Kero tensed and a second later, Sakura screamed, "Hoeee!" and a huge thump was heard at the bottom of the stairs. Kero stretched and laid down on the bed.

~*~

"Alright," Terada-sensei said, gaining everyone's attention. "I must ask you to please hold onto your bags, because they tend to slide away, and if you're about to fall asleep, we advise that you put your bags someplace safe. Your suitcases will be given back to you at the final stop. When we stop in North Africa, you are allowed to get up and walk around for a while. And please, no fighting. The rest of the sensei of the other students and I have our own separate plane. On the stop at North Africa we will come to check up on you." Terada-sensei waved and left the plane.

Sakura waved at Tomoyo from across the plane. They had gotten different tickets and they, sadly, weren't allowed to sit next to each other. The seat beside Sakura was empty, as many of the seats were. The plane was huge and there were only a few Japanese students scattered around on the plane. They were supposed to stop by China first, and then Britain, and then Africa, then America, and then finally the Caribbean.

It was very boring on the way to China. The plane's engines were loud and it felt so deserted as many of the students had fallen asleep. Finally, after what seemed an eternity, they stopped at the Hong Kong airport. The Chinese students entered and all of the Japanese students peaked around their chairs to get a better look.

Sakura had just closed her eyes as a boy sat down next to her. The boring process started all over again, and Sakura couldn't help but fall fast asleep. She obliviously leaned over the armrest and onto the person who was sitting next to her. The boy sighed and placed a hand on Sakura's shoulder to wake her up.

"IF YOU WAKE UP SAKURA I'LL SKIN YOU ALIVE, CHINESE BOY!" a screech came, waking up every single person who had fallen asleep, except for Sakura.

The boy blinked and looked up. Across the plane a girl with a video camera was filming Sakura. He decided to keep quiet and not say anything. He wasn't in the mood to be skinned alive.

The boy sighed and looked down at the girl. And besides… She looked peaceful enough. Why wake her up just because he was uncomfortable?

Finally, Sakura rolled over onto her back so she was in a very strange position, making her stir slightly. She opened her jade eyes and looked straight up into brown eyes. She grinned apologetically.

"Hoe… Sorry," she said and she sat up. "I'm Kinomoto Sakura," she said, putting out her hand.

"Li Syaoran," Syaoran said quietly and shook her hand.

"Do you know which country we're in?" She asked through a yawn.

"Somewhere in North Africa," Syaoran said.

Sakura looked around and she noticed that most of the seats had been filled and that the plane had stopped. The food lady was going around with sandwiches.

"Hey, Sakura," Tomoyo called. She got out of her seat and walked quickly towards Sakura, only to trip and fall over someone's bag.

"Hey, watch it!" a girl with black hair and ruby eyes yelled angrily.

"Sorry," Tomoyo said timidly as she got up and brushed herself off. She continued over to Sakura. "This is some boring flight, eh?"

Sakura nodded. "I hope the islands are nothing like this."

"Yeah, me too," Tomoyo sighed. She looked at the boy sitting down next to Sakura, and Syaoran recognized her for the girl that threatened to skin him alive. "Hey, can you go move? I want to sit next to Sakura for a while."

Syaoran shrugged and stood up. He looked around and found an empty seat next to Meilin. He sighed and walked over to her.

"Hey, Syaoran," she said happily, and then she jabbed her thumb at the two girls Syaoran had just left. "Japanese girls… I don't understand why a Japanese class had to win also."

Syaoran nodded and sat down next to her. "The one with the green eyes seemed nice enough anyways, though," he said, gazing out of the window next to Meilin.

"Yeah, I guess-"

Meilin was cut off by a shout and two boys were suddenly sprawled on the ground, throwing punches at each other. They jumped up and threw themselves at each other again, trying to get the other down onto the ground. The British jumped up and tried to pry the two apart, but everyone else cheered them on.

Suddenly, a girl with glasses thrust herself in front of the two and smacked both of them over the head. "Do you really think fighting will get a nice reputation for Europe?" she asked with a strong British accent.

She glowered at the two boys. One had deep blue eyes and ashen hair, and the other had dark black hair and violet eyes with glasses that were sliding down his nose.

"Well, Eriol, Cohn?" she asked. "Do you think it will get us a good reputation?"

She rested her hands angrily on her hips and waited for an answer. Eriol sighed and shook his head. "Sorry, Cohn," he muttered.

Cohn sneered and shoved Eriol to the floor. "You stupid pea brain. Do you really sink so low to listen to a girl? Especially if that girl is the leader of a bookworm club. What do think she's going to do? Hit you?" Cohn laughed.

The girl growled and turned to Cohn, and before anyone knew it, she had kneed him in the place that hurts most and sent him sprawled to the ground.

"Naoko!" Eriol gasped.

"He deserved that one," Naoko snarled and stepped on his stomach.

Eriol grabbed Naoko by the arms and pulled her away. "Don't kill him-"

"He'd take death as a blessing when I'm through with him!" Naoko cut in, trying to escape his grip.

"Remember! The reputation!"

Naoko calmed down and Eriol let go of her. "Just remember, Cohn… I may be a girl, but I can fight better than any boy," and with that, Naoko sat back down in her seat, followed by Eriol, who was sitting next to her.

Everyone gaped at Naoko.

The plane door opened and everyone whirled around to see more students enter. They stood at the front of the plane and waited for their teacher to enter.

"Ashanti, who do you think is the hottest guy on this plane?" a girl with black hair and blue eyes whispered to a tanned girl looked like she was originally from India. She tucked a lock of her silky black hair behind her ear, and she smiled at most of the boys who were just staring at her.

Ashanti scanned the plane and stopped at a boy with dark auburn and deep root beer eyes. "That one," she whispered, pointing at Syaoran, one of the few boys who wasn't staring at the girl.

"I agree," Boston smirked.

"He's all yours," Ashanti replied, a small smirk playing on her lips as well.

The teacher entered and he gave orders to the Africans of what to do and what not to do. When he left, the students went quietly to their seats, all of them ignoring the amazed gazes of the British, Japanese, and Chinese, except for Boston who was still flashing flirtatious smiles at the boys.

Everyone who had moved had to move back so the Africans could have their seats. They all went back to their regular calling across the plane and walking over to stand next to his or her friends. When the teachers entered, though, the plane fell silent.

The teachers explained that they agreed that the cabins wouldn't be co-ed (much to the dismay of the students).

"Damn it all. Then I won't be able to be around that guy," Boston muttered angrily to Ashanti.

"How do you know that you would even be in his cabin if it was co-ed?" Ashanti whispered back.

"Destiny would've had it that way," Boston said in a voice that made Ashanti know not to question her.

During the pit stop, it seemed that the students talked about everything in the world, so when the plane went back up for America, it was so silent anyone could probably hear a pin rattle around in the noisy engines. Then again, maybe it was so silent because everyone had fallen fast asleep.

But then, a screech woke up everyone.

"What is it, Meilin?" Syaoran asked groggily.

"My bag! It's gone!"

"You mean that red one I tripped over?" Tomoyo asked.

"Yes!" Meilin yelled. She glared at everyone in the room. "Alright, who did it? Where's my bag?"

Everyone shrugged and looked around at each other. "It must be around here somewhere," one person muttered, and another said, "She probably just misplaced it."

"Don't go jumping to conclusions," Syaoran advised.

"I'll kill whoever took that bag," Meilin growled. She looked at Xiang who was sitting right next to her.

"Hey, don't look at me," he said, putting his hands up in defense. "I didn't take it."

"Then who?" Meilin muttered.

"Who took the cookie from the cookie jar," Sakura giggled. Meilin glared at Sakura, but Tomoyo, Eena, Nadine, Miki, and Meyer had already started singing along with Sakura, and soon all of the Japanese students were singing loudly. Meilin, Ling, Kiyo, Rei, and Miho started to glare angrily at the Japanese students, and some of the Chinese boys shoved at the Japanese boys. The British students started to get into the shoving and singing also, and the Africans merely sat still and watched.

When the plane door opened, only the Africans noticed, and they watched the students enter. It was only when the American girls started to sing along happily that everyone started to notice the new students that entered the plane.

A girl was latched onto one of the guys. It seemed it was a staring contest between the Americans and the Japanese, Chinese, British, and Africans.

"Hi?" the girl that was latched onto the boy said timidly, making all of the Americans crack up. They sat down in their seats and waited for the plane to take flight.

"Hey, what's wrong?" an American girl asked Meilin, who still looked like she was in a panic.

"I lost my bag."

"It probably just slid away or something," the girl that was latched onto the guy said from next to Tomoyo.

All of the Americans agreed and as if on cue they looked underneath the chairs.

"Is it red?" the same girl from next to Tomoyo asked.

"Yeah!" Rei answered for Meilin.

The girl picked up a red bag and tossed it over to Meilin. "There you go!"

Meilin thanked the girl repeatedly, and was even thanking her long after the plane took flight.

"Hey, what're you filming?" the girl asked Tomoyo.

"Kinomoto Sakura," Tomoyo whispered ecstatically. She pointed at Sakura and the girl giggled.

"Why?"

"She's so interesting- Hey, why's that Chinese guy staring at her?" Tomoyo cut her self off with a whisper.

"Looks like he has puppy love!" she whispered back to Tomoyo. "Oh, by the way, I'm Chelsea."

"Tomoyo," Tomoyo said, putting out a hand. "I don't want to seem nosy, but who's that guy you were latched onto? He's cute."

"That's Zachery; Zach for short," Chelsea said. "And I hate him! But still…" she sighed. "He can be sweet at times. Just make sure you don't fall for any of his fake stories," Chelsea said, throwing a glance at Zach who had a seat in the back. "Hey, I just got an idea," Chelsea said in a hurried whisper. "Why don't we get those two together?"

"Who?"

"Sakura and that Chinese guy who's staring at her," Chelsea said happily.

"Oh, what a great idea!" Tomoyo cheered silently. She continued filming Syaoran absently staring at Sakura. "It'll be so much fun."

"Sorry, I couldn't help but overhear," a girl said, peaking over the chairs. "I'd like to help, though. I love match making."

"Sure, Rika!" Tomoyo laughed. "This'll be so much fun."

And so the plane continued it's flight to the Caribbean islands.

END of prologue