A/N: This chap isn't really like a chapter continuing the story, it's
just like a recap of all the changes in Sakura. It's alot to describe with
the story, you'd just end up confused, so I'm putting it into its own personal
chapter. Ha ha! Clever isn't it! j/k. No more dances until after break.
They'll probably be boring, anyhow, considering that's the way my life
is. Whoever thinks their life is fun-filled and exciting, adventurous and
creative...GIVE IT TO ME! NOW! Erm, just kidding.
Disclaimer: I didn't take a slice this time. You wanna know what I
took? I TOOK A GLASS! MWA HA HA HA HA!! A glass of CCS!!!!!
Note: Everyone who thinks that Sakura and the ace gang are in 6th grade....YOU'RE
WRONG!!!! In the first chapter, they were just in the 6TH GRADE HALLWAY.
I mean, you're allowed to loiter as you please, can't you? There's a difference
between being in the 6th grade and being in the 6th grade hallway. They're
in 8th grade. Oh, and kitty-kawaii, 6th grade can be really difficult.
Depends on who you are.
I walk through the silent halls of Seijou High and try and remember
the days when I was a speck. A flea. A piece of dirt, floating after Tomoyo
Daidouji, the hottest and sexiest girl alive. When I was going to die.
Alive.
Now I'm different. I have a reputation, people know me, and
some people even worship me. I am actually a person. Tomoyo still treats
me like a piece of crap and maybe she still thinks I'm her freakin slave,
but I'm not going to give in to her. She's the devil's angel. She sold
her soul to him and he's keeping it, now and forever.
So how did I earn my name? How did I continue to rescue myself
from the depths of an angel's broken wing? The man I love. Syaoran Li.
He is my sugarhigh. He is the one who helped me reach the ultimate, to
become myself, to reach for the stars, helped pull me out of the black
hole we're forced to call Humanity. He rescued me from it and now I'm one
of them. In the stars. Rocking the world with everyone else.
But he's not mine. He belongs to Tomoyo now, they snog and behave
like two little cupids: One in a lavender-colored Armani sheath dress and
6 inch platform sandals, the other with baggy green pants and a checkered
button down shirt. They are infinite lovers, they will never perish, and
if they do, together. Their scent is still in the large halls of the school,
even on the weekends, like now.
My life is different and my soul has changed. With all
of the punkness and sexy devil fads going around, why can't I change my
appearance myself? I decided that two months ago. Now my look has changed
also.
My hair is dyed black with messed up brown highlights. It's pulled
back into the messiest ponytail alive. On my feet are Vans sneakers and
I carry a tattered, worn out skateboard with a swear word etched into the
wheels. "So you know it's yours," Syaoran had said. It was a gift from
him to me. I'm wearing preppy jeans-tight, silverish blue, makes my butt
look too small for my body. On my top are slogans written in permanent
hot pink marker: "Get Out", "Smile", "Sweet", "Drink My Soul"...weird things
in frickenise Syaoran and I made up. Over that is a ripped gray Quiksilver
jacket, the exact same one I was wearing when Syaoran had said he would
help me. It still carries the stains of the tears I'd cried that faithful
night.
So what's wrong with me now? What burden do I still carry on
my heavyweight shoulders? Love. Love is that stupid hangover that clings
to my clean body, that won't let go. And I just don't know how to get rid
of it. I've changed-appearances, life, reputation. What have I got to do
to be truly happy? Oh, I know-kill myself! Not.
I look at everyone else and wonder why. Why are they happy?
I'm just like them, now. Maybe the burden of love I carry dutifully on
my shoulders is also mixed with my painful past. Maybe I'm still sad, still
dead, and yet alive. But I don't know how to get rid of it, and I don't
think anyone else does, either. What must I do to destroy all the evil
things? What must I do to live a really happy life? Can I? Will I?
Or is there even a such thing as a really happy life?
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