Disclaimer: I do not own CCS. How many times must I tell you? *glare*
A.N. Perhaps the characters are OOC. Tell me what you think.
And oh, by the way, sorry if the chapters are kinda short. It's all I have to say for the character's POV really.
The Day Sakura Snapped
by: IcecreammachineVX5
Chapter 2: Smile! Smile! (told from Sakura's POV)
Yesterday I met a really funny man. Actually, I can't quite remember if it really happened… I was talking to a shrink ( Otou-san thought maybe I had a mental problem, being cheerful all the time, but really…) and I remember he diagnosed me with a severe sickness that had a name I couldn't spell ( I think he's a quack, what do you think) and he gave me some pills to take every six hours. I remember how funny he looked when he told me in I think was a fake grave and solemn voice to make me laugh, that I mustn't miss ONE pill after I started taking them otherwise it would be really bad. I took it as a joke…Funny man…
So to make him happy, I took one pill right there, and entrusted the pills to Kero. Six hours later, I slept, content and happy after another normal sunny day in Tomoeda.
This morning, I woke up and I wasn't feeling too good. Perhaps it was the spaghetti Touya cooked last night since Otou-san was away on a project…he really doesn't know how to cook…Hmm, thinking about it, spaghetti doesn't have purple sauce, does it? Anyway, I found I finally woke up on time, and since I didn't want to ruin that, I rushed away to school, forgetting to take breakfast (which Touya cooked again, hmm, maybe it was actually good I missed breakfast) and forgetting to feed Kero.
On the way to school, I couldn't stop thinking I was forgetting something,
although I couldn't quite remember what…so I just tried to be cheerful as always as I skated to school.
As I opened the door, I felt like a leprechaun was stuck inside my skull poking my soft brain again and again. But I felt better after Tomoyo and Eriol helped me to my seat. I was barely managing, when suddenly my sweet Syaoran, with his wonderful brown hair, those deep chocolate eyes, and that lovable matching glare and frown of his, asked me in his ever so sweet voice…
"Sakura…are you okay?"
And it was then I couldn't remember anymore. All I could recall was that I felt really really hot, and that Eriol had trouble making his Cheshire Cat smile, and Tomoyo was reaching for her bag, apparently she forgot to do her homework…
Now I'm sitting in the middle of rubble encased within four battered walls, with a cracking shoji door.
I wonder what happened. Do you know? I asked no one in particular.
Hoee…