Suppi: Hello, We're back! Hey Fruity tell them about… Fruity where are you.

Fruity_writechic: I am not writing anything

Suppi: Come on Fruity all your fans depend on you to write your next chapter.

Fruity: What fans

Suppi: Alright that's it, you better start writing and I mean now

Fruity: I have writer's block

Suppi: Get your ass back on that chair and type WOMEN

Fruity: Geez. Don't get a heart attack. I will

Suppi and Fruity: Introducing the next chapter.

Chapter Two

Damn Exams, they always cause so much trouble

" Bye Touyo, Bye Dad," Both turned only to see a blur rush past them.

" How much are you betting she's going to be late for her exams," Touyo had a smug look on his face.

" Now Touyo, its mean to bet on your sister," Fujitaki gave a stern look to Touyo, but soon that look melted into a smile ", But anyway, I am betting ten thousand yen, that she does make,"

Touyo's eyes widen in alarm, " Fine, Its your money," And with that both shook hands as part of the agreement.

Sakura arrived to school barely just barely on time, off by one minute.

" Now class please get ready to…" The teacher didn't have time to finish her sentence, since in came Sakura crashing into her with full force. When the teacher did have time to recover from the crash, her face was red and big as a tomato.

"MISS KINOMOTO!"

"Gomen, I had this dream and I kinda slept in.." The teacher slapped her head in disbelief.

" Fine, Just go to your desk."

" I am really sorry," But Sakura didn't have anytime to finish, since the angry teacher was already pointing towards her desk. Depressed Sakura hurriedly rushed towards her desk.

Her face immediately lit up when she saw a long, silky purple haired girl, with soft delicate skin, wave slightly.

" Hey Tomoyo," she whispered.

"Shhhhh Miss Kinomoto, wouldn't want you to get in trouble again," Tomoyo teased sticking her tongue out at Sakura.

Sakura was taken back, " What about you Tomoyo, chatting during class. Tsk*Tsk*" Both eighteen year olds giggled happy with each others company.

" Now you have strictly 2 ½ hours to finish writing this exam. The test is on Math," Sakura's back straightened in alarm. She hated math, since she never was good at it. Not like Shoaran.

Tomoyo, could she sadness in Sakura's emerald eyes.

" Sakura. Forget that piece of shit. He's history," Tomoyo whispered.

" And anyone caught cheating, giving eye contact, or even TALKING, will have their papers taken from them and automatically given a zero." The teacher eyed both Sakura and Tomoyo, as though warning them.

Both girls gulped.

" Alright, with that in mind you may begin, when you receive your papers," Quickly the teacher handout out the papers, that would determine what collage, university Sakura would be going to.

When Sakura received her paper, she stared directly at it, knowing that she would probably receive a descent mark. But her mind wasn't on the exam, or Shoaran, it was on what her dream was trying to tell her.

She just couldn't see it.

Outside in the courtyard, an evil presence lingers with the air, causing everything it touches to churn black.

After the exams, in the courtyard

" That was a killer exam, don't you think so?" Sakura turned to confront a long wavy chestnut haired girl.

" Rika, you grew your hair. It looks pretty, it won't be long before you attract some guys in collage."

Rika blushed "Yeah. I suppose, that if I can get a single word out in English."

"English?" Tomoyo joined the conversation

" Yeah, I am going to an American Collage. My father says they have excellent colleges over there and I might be able to get a job easier."

Naoko immediately rushed to her friend's side, " No Rika. Must thou part in such a terrible way? Thou must stay with Naoko, and familiar faces,"

The whole group cracked up with laughter.

" Naoko, should've never taken that Shakespeare course" Tomoyo whispered to Sakura

" I agree,"

" I FAILED, I AM TELLING YOU I FAILED," Sakura and Tomoyo, glanced to see a tall amber hair boy followed by a pig-tailed girl, who desperately was trying to shut him up.

" What do you know it's Takashi, and Chiharu." Noted Rika

" Shuddup Takashi, you didn't fail, so stop trying to get peoples sympathy," Chiharu clubbed him in the head.

"Oh how disappointing, what shall I tell my parents," Takashi stopped once he spotted Sakura, his favourite victim.

" Ah Sakura."

"Hello Takashi," Sakura smiled unaware what Takashi was planning in his head.

" Damn exams, don't you absolutely hate them?" Takashi asked

"Er. Well." Before Sakura had no chance to his question.

" Did you know that…"

Chiharu smacked her forward; " He's at it again,"

" That exams were officially invented by the dolphins," Sakura tilted her head slightly "Really?"

"Yes, It was believed that Dolphins would have tests, to see who would be the king of all Dolphins," Takashi reached his arms upward towards the sky. But only for a brief second, since Chiharu clubbed him again for the second time.

" Six years. Takashi. And I would think that you would have learned to stop telling people your fake stories," Chiharu screamed, that the whole school heard her.

"Who says that they're fake," chuckled Takashi.

"Arghhhhhhhhhhh," A now angry Chiharu, drags Takashi away.

" Bye you two," Naoko waved

" It's still hard to believe that they have been dating for four years now," Rika smiled to herself, as she began to recall the moment when Chiharu, would be on Takashi for telling his tall tells.

"Rika," Naoko, shoved her elbow into Rika's waist.

"Ow! What?" Rika saw the melancholy look on Sakura's face, and remember Shoaran.

"Opps. I am so sorry Sakura, I wasn't thinking."

Sakura shook her head before smiling at her friend, " Hey don't worry about you guys, I am over him. I am happy for him."

Sakura managed to hide the second of pain from her eyes.

"I gotta go home, My dad expects me to help cook dinner,"

"O.K See you around then," Naoko was unsure that they had hurt Sakura's feelings.

"Bye!" Sakura called out, as she separated from the group

As she walked home, she was totally unaware, that she was being followed from a figure lurking within the shadows.

Suppi: WHAT!!! Please don't tell me that you are going to end your story like that

Fruity: Relax, Suppi, the readers will find out what happens to Sakura in the next chapter.

Suppi: But. You can't leave it at a cliffhanger

Fruity: Why not, It's a device that causes the suspense grow, so the readers will want to find out what happens to Sakura

Suppi: Very well. But you promise me; it won't be too long before you write the next chapter.

Fruity: Fine I promise.

Suppi: Till then I am allowed to nag you about writing the next chapter

Fruity: WHATTTTTTTTT! That's not fair Suppi.