Chapter I- Whispers form everybody
I walked towards my science class with Hirigazawa. This is our much-awaited first day of school. My caretaker said I ought to meet friends with everybody in the class, so I promised myself I will.
"Syaoran, come, we wouldn't be late if you keep walking like so!" My friend said. We're too much excited: meeting pretty girls, getting acquaintances with other boys, and having, the most beautiful part of them all, girlfriends. I ran towards Hirigazawa until we finally came to our class in time.
Mr. Tarada is our science professor that day. He asked us if we could meet one another (in the class) one-by-one. I was first (I didn't know why) so I finally stepped out in class looking at the people am I going to share the whole year with.
"I am Syaoran Li, I came from Hong Kong." I said. I quickly heard whispers from everybody. High School wasn't that bad after all, after I saw the girls smile. I couldn't believe I am a foreigner in this school; I might have been an instant celebrity.
"Thank you, Syaoran Li." Mr. Tarada said after I dictated my words. I was not awkward anymore to my classmates. I still stand tall representing my country, a foreign country here. I heard Mr. Tarada call for the next student whose name is somewhat like: Sakura Kinimoto. Now that is a name.
That Sakura was not as pretty as I have thought of. That name wasn't fit for her at all. She had brownish hair, which I thought that was never combed for two days, a thick oval-shaped glasses, but a little fine white teeth. I thought she ought not to be in Science class with that dreadful look.
I didn't look at my arrogant thoughts because everybody was thinking the same as I am. She did have poise but her poise wasn't good enough.
"My name is Sakura Kinimoto," she said but like me, whispers of giggling and dreadful looks were present. I heard one say, "Touya Kinimoto is her brother?!" Oh, yeah, that Touya Kinimoto, that famous and popular collegian that was the MVP of the basketball team last year. (I knew I learn a lot from whispers!)
"Thank you, Sakura." Mr. Tarada told her. I heard Hirigazawa whisper to me, "Is that girl a nerd?"
"I think so." I just said. I looked at that girl, which she never pasted her smile anymore. She was really afraid of being called a nerd.
I walked towards my science class with Hirigazawa. This is our much-awaited first day of school. My caretaker said I ought to meet friends with everybody in the class, so I promised myself I will.
"Syaoran, come, we wouldn't be late if you keep walking like so!" My friend said. We're too much excited: meeting pretty girls, getting acquaintances with other boys, and having, the most beautiful part of them all, girlfriends. I ran towards Hirigazawa until we finally came to our class in time.
Mr. Tarada is our science professor that day. He asked us if we could meet one another (in the class) one-by-one. I was first (I didn't know why) so I finally stepped out in class looking at the people am I going to share the whole year with.
"I am Syaoran Li, I came from Hong Kong." I said. I quickly heard whispers from everybody. High School wasn't that bad after all, after I saw the girls smile. I couldn't believe I am a foreigner in this school; I might have been an instant celebrity.
"Thank you, Syaoran Li." Mr. Tarada said after I dictated my words. I was not awkward anymore to my classmates. I still stand tall representing my country, a foreign country here. I heard Mr. Tarada call for the next student whose name is somewhat like: Sakura Kinimoto. Now that is a name.
That Sakura was not as pretty as I have thought of. That name wasn't fit for her at all. She had brownish hair, which I thought that was never combed for two days, a thick oval-shaped glasses, but a little fine white teeth. I thought she ought not to be in Science class with that dreadful look.
I didn't look at my arrogant thoughts because everybody was thinking the same as I am. She did have poise but her poise wasn't good enough.
"My name is Sakura Kinimoto," she said but like me, whispers of giggling and dreadful looks were present. I heard one say, "Touya Kinimoto is her brother?!" Oh, yeah, that Touya Kinimoto, that famous and popular collegian that was the MVP of the basketball team last year. (I knew I learn a lot from whispers!)
"Thank you, Sakura." Mr. Tarada told her. I heard Hirigazawa whisper to me, "Is that girl a nerd?"
"I think so." I just said. I looked at that girl, which she never pasted her smile anymore. She was really afraid of being called a nerd.