Title: Listening Within
Author: Peonyqt1004
Chapter Title: "First Day."
A/N: I got this inspiration from what happened to me in my life. =) I hope you enjoy it and please R and R! I will continued "Mercy For the
Damned" but I am stuck with a writer¡¯s block. *Sighs* I also wanted to do a story with a school storyboard to it. I hope you enjoy and review me!
^.~
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Summary: Sakura is in a foster home because her two parents passed away in an accident. The young 16 year old goes to a new high school
and meets new people. Will she be accepted? There she meets the musically talented artistic quiet and cold boy with dark tiger like brown eyes.
She falls for him, but will the boy ever give her a glance? But Sakura is facing problems of her own as her foster parent show his true color and
Sakura's life disintegrates as her foster father does despicable things to her. Day by day, Sakura seems to wither away, and the person she
thought least cared, suddenly seems to see her, but what makes it so that he seems to understand?
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[It's a bright beautiful day and the sky is clear. It is late summer]
"This is your new foster home Sakura." The sharp-nosed lady said briskly as she brought the girl to the front step. "They are the family
you saw last week, The Simmons family." Large green eyes filled with apprehension and fear stared at the looming building before her. Sucking
in her breath, the willowy teen smoothed downs her dress. It was a simple piece with faded pink flowers printed on simple white cotton.
'I hope they like me.' Sakura thought as she was brought to the front porch where two children and two adults awaited her. The large
doe like eyes surveyed the two adults. The woman was petite, shorter then Sakura. Her eyes were bright blue but kind, her hair was dark black
and curling, cut short about her face. Sakura found herself remembering her own mother dark black tresses and felt her chest compress with utter
Sadness. She saw the other man, and was unnerve red by his intense and strange stare. He was tall and well built. He had a slightly protruding
soft belly and had slightly silvering blonde hair and brown eyes which flickered strangely.
"Hello, you are Sakura I presume?" The woman asked, steeping forward. Her smile was bright and genuine. "I hope you don't feel too
uncomfortable, we are a family now." Sakura took an instant liking to the fair woman in front of her. "Thank you." Sakura whispered, her eyes
trained on the floor. "I am Martha Simmons." The woman wrapped an arm around Sakura¡¯s thin frame. "Come meet the rest of our family."
Sakura trembled and looked up quickly and saw that the lady who brought her here was leaving.
"Mrs. Brisk!" Sakura called out, but the beaky woman just waved her off with a hasty wave.
"Sakura, you're in good hands now! I must go!" The woman turned and opened her car door and drove off in her Lexus. Sakura was
gently pulled into the house where the children and the tall man stepped.
"This is Ralph Simmons, my husband." Martha said with a smile, Sakura acknowledged this with a timid nod. He gave her a brazen
smile as his wife wrapped her arms around his waist.
"And these two are our darling children." Martha said adoringly as she pointed at the two children who stared at her with open mouths.
They were both little boys who looked about 10 years of age. One of them might've been 7.
"Introduce yourselves!" Martha urged to her nervous children. The young boy who stepped up first was a boy with dark black curling
locks and brown eyes.
"I'm Tom, I'm 10 years old and I think you're pretty." He said abruptly, turning red as he ran behind his mother back and hid behind her
skirt. Sakura smothered a laugh as she looked at the second child who looked at her with frightened eyes. His hair was platinum blonde and his
eyes were a dazzling baby blue.
"I-i'm Jin... I-i'm 7 and you have scary eyes." Jin said, suddenly bursting into tears. Martha pursed her lips as she took up the child and
cradled Jin in her arms.
"I'm sorry Sakura." She said in a firm voice. "He had... bad experiences. He tends to be scared of anyone who bared the likeness of
Ria."
"Who's Ria?" Sakura asked, frightened as the little boy gave her a look of a scared animal. Martha shook her head strongly, her locks
of hair bouncing on her face. "I'd rather not talk about it." She said tightly. "But Sakura, we have many things to talk about." Her tense voice faded
into something more warm as she turned to give a reassuring smile to the girl. "You can start off by telling us who you are... and I'll show you your
room."
Next Day....
[[B-R-RING]]
Green eyes shot open from sleep and Sakura got up, rubbing her eyes. She almost forgot where she was and stared blankly at her
unfamiliar surroundings.
"Oh! I forgot... I am at the Simmons home now." Sakura thought to herself. Rubbing the sleep out of her eyes, Sakura stretched her
body out and padded towards the windows and flung the curtains open. Bright light flooded the room and Sakura felt something within her ease.
'Oh mother... father...' Sakura thought with bittersweet sadness. 'I wish you were here... but you told me to be strong.' Her eyes
watered with moisture and she rubbed it away with the back of her hand. Sniffling a bit, she turned and got ready for her first day of school. It was
an abrupt and quick start, but Sakura was good at being resilient and adaptive. She looked at the no nonsense and plain notepads piled on her
clean oak desk and sighed.
'My mother used to buy me notebooks with cute cartoon characters on it... and they were usually pink.'
Sakura let out a wistful smile as she packed up the books in an unfamiliar backpack which smelled new. She washed and brushed
back her shoulder length hair and pinned up her hair with blue ribbons she had brought with her from her home before it was sold off. All her
things from her old home would be brought to her new home the next day. The teen smiled as she noticed that on her dresser there was a small
box of lip gloss. She looked through her new wardrobe and picked out a pretty shirt, which was white with a small pocket on it. With those she
chose denim Capri¡¯s. She applied lip gloss on her lips and took in a deep breath. 'My first day at school...' Sakura thought to herself. 'I hope
everything will be alright.' With that, she slung the backpack around her shoulder and trotted down the stairs. Martha smiled at her and gave her
jam on toast.
"You better hurry or you'll miss the bus."
Sakura smiled back at her, "I'll run while I'm, eating." With that, she took a quick drink of water and dashed out as she put on her worn
sneakers. She missed the younger years when she used to roller blade to school on her pink and white roller blades. Sakura looked up when she
heard someone walk in. It was Mr. Simmons. He nodded an acknowledgement to his wife but his dark brown eyes focused on her, seemingly
looking at her up and down. Sakura felt a prickle of unease and was grateful when she slipped out the front door. She took out a piece of paper
from her backpack and read that her bus stop would be at the first stop sign at her left. She looked up and was startled to see Mr. Simmons by
the window, watching her. Shuddering, Sakura quickened her pace and arrived just as the bus was leaving. Running, Sakura barely managed to
board the bus.
Sakura in school
So far school was pretty boring to Sakura. Her first period was math. She could not understand how people could stand math. She
nearly fell asleep her first day and her teacher seemed to hate her already.
'Big deal.' Sakura thought with a sigh as she trudged to her next class. She was in front of the door when she heard the most beautiful
tune come from within the doors. Sakura gasped at such a beautiful sweetly sad sound. It echoed through her mind and stirred her heart and
Sakura was at tears when she heard the music sigh and strain with some unknown sadness. Sakura opened the door and looked around for the
source. Her eyes widened.
A teen boy who was very tall and had a very dignified air held a violin in his hand. With fluid movements of his wrist, he brought out the
sweet strains of melodies from the wooden instrument. Sakura felt her heart flutter as she watched him move with the music and noticed that he
had dark brown hair, which glinted a lighter nuance in the light. Sakura's cheeks were slightly pink as she stood there, listening. She was unaware
that other students had came into class and was chattering around her. She stood there entranced as he finished the son. His eyes were closed,
his dark sooty lashes resting on his handsome and artistic face. When the last strains of the music faded off, the spell was broken as his eyes
shot open. Sakura was surprised to see the most soulful brown eyes she had ever seen staring right back at her.
'Who... who is he?' She wondered as she watched him turn and put away his violin.
"Please sit down!" The orchestra teacher said loudly, making Sakura jump as a few people laughed as she stammered her sorry's and
sat down near a seat. However, her eyes strayed back to the boy who produced such beautiful music. It reminded her of her older brother, Tory,
who had gone off to war a few months ago and never came back. Tory used to play the violin, and she used to sit on the couch and watch her
older brother play the violin with large eyes. She started when she heard the teacher call out his name.
"Syaoran Li?"
"Here." He said, his voice sounding cold, curt, and distant. Sakura winced. How could someone who could play the violin so well sound
like that?
"Sakura Kinomoto?"
"Here!" Sakura said cheerfully. She flashed a smile at the teacher, who was a thin tall woman. The teacher smiled back at her as she
finished the attendance.
'So Syaoran is his name...' Sakura thought with a slight smile. 'What a beautiful soulful name...'
End of Class...
"Sakura, you just moved here didn't you?" The orchestra teacher asked. Sakura nodded, her piquant little face shy yet very optimistic
grinned shyly back. "Yes, I didn't get my viola back yet..." "Foster parents?" Mrs. Foster asked absent-mindedly. "Yes." Sakura said softly. "If you
don't mind... can I borrow a viola till I get mines back?" Mrs. Foster blinked and nodded. "Of course, at the back shelves, please check them out
and fill out the form!"
Sakura padded gently to the room and stopped and stared as she saw Syaoran. He stood in the room and slung the violin across his
back within its case. He turned and blinked as he saw her.
"Hi." Sakura said softly, feeling small and insignificant.
He stared at her and nodded stiffly and pushed past her. Sakura bit her lips and stared at the floor, feeling rejected. She looked
through the pile and came across an old viola.
'It's been a while since I've played this...' Sakura thought with a sad smile. She brought up the viola and hefted it, and proceeded to
play. She tuned it first, and then her favorite song rolled off her viola.
It was her favorite song, which she had played for her mother long time ago when she was sick with pneumonia.
Fur Elise.
Of course it was an overused trite song, but she was in the mood to play it. She could almost feel the old memories come to life and
almost heard the laughter, which came from her mother¡¯s lips as she ended the song with emotion she couldn¡¯t explain through words.
'Oh... mother...'
Tears filled her eyes.
Someone started to clap.
Startled, she whirled around and met twinkling purple eyes. "That was very good! It's a simple song but the feeling... it was so pretty!"
A short but very slender girl with purple hair and bright pansy-hued eyes stepped out from the shadows, dressed in a black dress and fancy black
boots. "You're new aren't you?" She asked, her voice sounding sweet. "I never saw you before. But if you can play the viola that well, Mrs. Foster
will put you up as first Viola in no time at all!"
Sakura blushed. "It wasn't that--."
"Nonsense!" The girl exclaimed, patting her back. "You play almost as well as our best musician in our school." The girl held out her
hand. "I'm Tomoyo." Sakura smiled, her eyes crinkling. "I'm Sakura." Tomoyo continued cheerfully. "You can be almost as good as Syaoran!"
Sakura blushed at the mention of his name and Tomoyo's eyes twinkled.
"I see the new girl has a BIG BAD crush on Syaoran!"
Sakura looked startled. 'N-n-o that's not it! I just admire his craftsman ship!"
Tomoyo smiled softly and shook her head. "But he's a hard catch. But he's a GOOD catch. He's rich, good with music, math... and he's
VERY athletic." Tomoyo let out a laugh. "Come on, I have a feeling we will be good friends Sakura."
Sakura was grateful she had made her first friend.
'Maybe things won't be so bad?' Sakura thought as Tomoyo helped her carry her viola out.
To be Continued...
A/N: I hope you enjoyed the story and it's plot. =] I'll update within a few days! Please R and R!
Next Chapter: A few boys and girls pick on Sakura. Disheartened, Sakura continued on and bumps into Syaoran, who is all alone by
himself under a cherry tree. Sakura hears something she shouldn¡¯t by mistake and Syaoran seems to hate her. Sakura goes home and Mr.
Simmons seem to act weirder and weirder around her. However, she is making new friends... things seem to look up.
Author: Peonyqt1004
Chapter Title: "First Day."
A/N: I got this inspiration from what happened to me in my life. =) I hope you enjoy it and please R and R! I will continued "Mercy For the
Damned" but I am stuck with a writer¡¯s block. *Sighs* I also wanted to do a story with a school storyboard to it. I hope you enjoy and review me!
^.~
--------
Summary: Sakura is in a foster home because her two parents passed away in an accident. The young 16 year old goes to a new high school
and meets new people. Will she be accepted? There she meets the musically talented artistic quiet and cold boy with dark tiger like brown eyes.
She falls for him, but will the boy ever give her a glance? But Sakura is facing problems of her own as her foster parent show his true color and
Sakura's life disintegrates as her foster father does despicable things to her. Day by day, Sakura seems to wither away, and the person she
thought least cared, suddenly seems to see her, but what makes it so that he seems to understand?
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[It's a bright beautiful day and the sky is clear. It is late summer]
"This is your new foster home Sakura." The sharp-nosed lady said briskly as she brought the girl to the front step. "They are the family
you saw last week, The Simmons family." Large green eyes filled with apprehension and fear stared at the looming building before her. Sucking
in her breath, the willowy teen smoothed downs her dress. It was a simple piece with faded pink flowers printed on simple white cotton.
'I hope they like me.' Sakura thought as she was brought to the front porch where two children and two adults awaited her. The large
doe like eyes surveyed the two adults. The woman was petite, shorter then Sakura. Her eyes were bright blue but kind, her hair was dark black
and curling, cut short about her face. Sakura found herself remembering her own mother dark black tresses and felt her chest compress with utter
Sadness. She saw the other man, and was unnerve red by his intense and strange stare. He was tall and well built. He had a slightly protruding
soft belly and had slightly silvering blonde hair and brown eyes which flickered strangely.
"Hello, you are Sakura I presume?" The woman asked, steeping forward. Her smile was bright and genuine. "I hope you don't feel too
uncomfortable, we are a family now." Sakura took an instant liking to the fair woman in front of her. "Thank you." Sakura whispered, her eyes
trained on the floor. "I am Martha Simmons." The woman wrapped an arm around Sakura¡¯s thin frame. "Come meet the rest of our family."
Sakura trembled and looked up quickly and saw that the lady who brought her here was leaving.
"Mrs. Brisk!" Sakura called out, but the beaky woman just waved her off with a hasty wave.
"Sakura, you're in good hands now! I must go!" The woman turned and opened her car door and drove off in her Lexus. Sakura was
gently pulled into the house where the children and the tall man stepped.
"This is Ralph Simmons, my husband." Martha said with a smile, Sakura acknowledged this with a timid nod. He gave her a brazen
smile as his wife wrapped her arms around his waist.
"And these two are our darling children." Martha said adoringly as she pointed at the two children who stared at her with open mouths.
They were both little boys who looked about 10 years of age. One of them might've been 7.
"Introduce yourselves!" Martha urged to her nervous children. The young boy who stepped up first was a boy with dark black curling
locks and brown eyes.
"I'm Tom, I'm 10 years old and I think you're pretty." He said abruptly, turning red as he ran behind his mother back and hid behind her
skirt. Sakura smothered a laugh as she looked at the second child who looked at her with frightened eyes. His hair was platinum blonde and his
eyes were a dazzling baby blue.
"I-i'm Jin... I-i'm 7 and you have scary eyes." Jin said, suddenly bursting into tears. Martha pursed her lips as she took up the child and
cradled Jin in her arms.
"I'm sorry Sakura." She said in a firm voice. "He had... bad experiences. He tends to be scared of anyone who bared the likeness of
Ria."
"Who's Ria?" Sakura asked, frightened as the little boy gave her a look of a scared animal. Martha shook her head strongly, her locks
of hair bouncing on her face. "I'd rather not talk about it." She said tightly. "But Sakura, we have many things to talk about." Her tense voice faded
into something more warm as she turned to give a reassuring smile to the girl. "You can start off by telling us who you are... and I'll show you your
room."
Next Day....
[[B-R-RING]]
Green eyes shot open from sleep and Sakura got up, rubbing her eyes. She almost forgot where she was and stared blankly at her
unfamiliar surroundings.
"Oh! I forgot... I am at the Simmons home now." Sakura thought to herself. Rubbing the sleep out of her eyes, Sakura stretched her
body out and padded towards the windows and flung the curtains open. Bright light flooded the room and Sakura felt something within her ease.
'Oh mother... father...' Sakura thought with bittersweet sadness. 'I wish you were here... but you told me to be strong.' Her eyes
watered with moisture and she rubbed it away with the back of her hand. Sniffling a bit, she turned and got ready for her first day of school. It was
an abrupt and quick start, but Sakura was good at being resilient and adaptive. She looked at the no nonsense and plain notepads piled on her
clean oak desk and sighed.
'My mother used to buy me notebooks with cute cartoon characters on it... and they were usually pink.'
Sakura let out a wistful smile as she packed up the books in an unfamiliar backpack which smelled new. She washed and brushed
back her shoulder length hair and pinned up her hair with blue ribbons she had brought with her from her home before it was sold off. All her
things from her old home would be brought to her new home the next day. The teen smiled as she noticed that on her dresser there was a small
box of lip gloss. She looked through her new wardrobe and picked out a pretty shirt, which was white with a small pocket on it. With those she
chose denim Capri¡¯s. She applied lip gloss on her lips and took in a deep breath. 'My first day at school...' Sakura thought to herself. 'I hope
everything will be alright.' With that, she slung the backpack around her shoulder and trotted down the stairs. Martha smiled at her and gave her
jam on toast.
"You better hurry or you'll miss the bus."
Sakura smiled back at her, "I'll run while I'm, eating." With that, she took a quick drink of water and dashed out as she put on her worn
sneakers. She missed the younger years when she used to roller blade to school on her pink and white roller blades. Sakura looked up when she
heard someone walk in. It was Mr. Simmons. He nodded an acknowledgement to his wife but his dark brown eyes focused on her, seemingly
looking at her up and down. Sakura felt a prickle of unease and was grateful when she slipped out the front door. She took out a piece of paper
from her backpack and read that her bus stop would be at the first stop sign at her left. She looked up and was startled to see Mr. Simmons by
the window, watching her. Shuddering, Sakura quickened her pace and arrived just as the bus was leaving. Running, Sakura barely managed to
board the bus.
Sakura in school
So far school was pretty boring to Sakura. Her first period was math. She could not understand how people could stand math. She
nearly fell asleep her first day and her teacher seemed to hate her already.
'Big deal.' Sakura thought with a sigh as she trudged to her next class. She was in front of the door when she heard the most beautiful
tune come from within the doors. Sakura gasped at such a beautiful sweetly sad sound. It echoed through her mind and stirred her heart and
Sakura was at tears when she heard the music sigh and strain with some unknown sadness. Sakura opened the door and looked around for the
source. Her eyes widened.
A teen boy who was very tall and had a very dignified air held a violin in his hand. With fluid movements of his wrist, he brought out the
sweet strains of melodies from the wooden instrument. Sakura felt her heart flutter as she watched him move with the music and noticed that he
had dark brown hair, which glinted a lighter nuance in the light. Sakura's cheeks were slightly pink as she stood there, listening. She was unaware
that other students had came into class and was chattering around her. She stood there entranced as he finished the son. His eyes were closed,
his dark sooty lashes resting on his handsome and artistic face. When the last strains of the music faded off, the spell was broken as his eyes
shot open. Sakura was surprised to see the most soulful brown eyes she had ever seen staring right back at her.
'Who... who is he?' She wondered as she watched him turn and put away his violin.
"Please sit down!" The orchestra teacher said loudly, making Sakura jump as a few people laughed as she stammered her sorry's and
sat down near a seat. However, her eyes strayed back to the boy who produced such beautiful music. It reminded her of her older brother, Tory,
who had gone off to war a few months ago and never came back. Tory used to play the violin, and she used to sit on the couch and watch her
older brother play the violin with large eyes. She started when she heard the teacher call out his name.
"Syaoran Li?"
"Here." He said, his voice sounding cold, curt, and distant. Sakura winced. How could someone who could play the violin so well sound
like that?
"Sakura Kinomoto?"
"Here!" Sakura said cheerfully. She flashed a smile at the teacher, who was a thin tall woman. The teacher smiled back at her as she
finished the attendance.
'So Syaoran is his name...' Sakura thought with a slight smile. 'What a beautiful soulful name...'
End of Class...
"Sakura, you just moved here didn't you?" The orchestra teacher asked. Sakura nodded, her piquant little face shy yet very optimistic
grinned shyly back. "Yes, I didn't get my viola back yet..." "Foster parents?" Mrs. Foster asked absent-mindedly. "Yes." Sakura said softly. "If you
don't mind... can I borrow a viola till I get mines back?" Mrs. Foster blinked and nodded. "Of course, at the back shelves, please check them out
and fill out the form!"
Sakura padded gently to the room and stopped and stared as she saw Syaoran. He stood in the room and slung the violin across his
back within its case. He turned and blinked as he saw her.
"Hi." Sakura said softly, feeling small and insignificant.
He stared at her and nodded stiffly and pushed past her. Sakura bit her lips and stared at the floor, feeling rejected. She looked
through the pile and came across an old viola.
'It's been a while since I've played this...' Sakura thought with a sad smile. She brought up the viola and hefted it, and proceeded to
play. She tuned it first, and then her favorite song rolled off her viola.
It was her favorite song, which she had played for her mother long time ago when she was sick with pneumonia.
Fur Elise.
Of course it was an overused trite song, but she was in the mood to play it. She could almost feel the old memories come to life and
almost heard the laughter, which came from her mother¡¯s lips as she ended the song with emotion she couldn¡¯t explain through words.
'Oh... mother...'
Tears filled her eyes.
Someone started to clap.
Startled, she whirled around and met twinkling purple eyes. "That was very good! It's a simple song but the feeling... it was so pretty!"
A short but very slender girl with purple hair and bright pansy-hued eyes stepped out from the shadows, dressed in a black dress and fancy black
boots. "You're new aren't you?" She asked, her voice sounding sweet. "I never saw you before. But if you can play the viola that well, Mrs. Foster
will put you up as first Viola in no time at all!"
Sakura blushed. "It wasn't that--."
"Nonsense!" The girl exclaimed, patting her back. "You play almost as well as our best musician in our school." The girl held out her
hand. "I'm Tomoyo." Sakura smiled, her eyes crinkling. "I'm Sakura." Tomoyo continued cheerfully. "You can be almost as good as Syaoran!"
Sakura blushed at the mention of his name and Tomoyo's eyes twinkled.
"I see the new girl has a BIG BAD crush on Syaoran!"
Sakura looked startled. 'N-n-o that's not it! I just admire his craftsman ship!"
Tomoyo smiled softly and shook her head. "But he's a hard catch. But he's a GOOD catch. He's rich, good with music, math... and he's
VERY athletic." Tomoyo let out a laugh. "Come on, I have a feeling we will be good friends Sakura."
Sakura was grateful she had made her first friend.
'Maybe things won't be so bad?' Sakura thought as Tomoyo helped her carry her viola out.
To be Continued...
A/N: I hope you enjoyed the story and it's plot. =] I'll update within a few days! Please R and R!
Next Chapter: A few boys and girls pick on Sakura. Disheartened, Sakura continued on and bumps into Syaoran, who is all alone by
himself under a cherry tree. Sakura hears something she shouldn¡¯t by mistake and Syaoran seems to hate her. Sakura goes home and Mr.
Simmons seem to act weirder and weirder around her. However, she is making new friends... things seem to look up.
