Author's Note- Here's another short chapter. I REALLY NEED Syaoran's
sister's names. It would help me other fic along really really nicely. So
PLEASE someone tell me them in a review. Thanks.
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October Chill
By: Cobalt-eyedAngel
Winter hours – what the staff at Tomoeda Valley Museum called winter hours - were actually fall and spring hours: 9:30 to 4:30, Saturdays and Sundays only. There were no real winter hours because after the Harvest Festival on the last weekend of October, the museum locked its doors until mid-April.
Sakura had met her ghost the second to last Sunday in October.
'What difference does that make?' she asked herself. But it did make a difference.
Monday morning, after her father and brother had left for work and before her school bus came, she tried calling out to Syaoran Li, but he didn't come. He must somehow be linked with the tavern, she reasoned – even if he hadn't recognized the tavern or known why he was there.
She had hoped that someone who could travel freely through time would have no difficulty with the five-mile journey between the museum and her home. 'How awful,' she thought, 'to be so young and dead.'
But she'd met kids who were younger who were going to be dead soon. SHE was going to be dead soon. How awful, she amended her thought, to be so young and lost and frightened and alone. To be dead and not even know how.
But there was more to it than that.
She didn't talk to anybody at school about what had happened at the museum. She hadn't told any of them about her illness, and she no longer talked to them about anything important – if she ever had. And if she'd ever been close to any of them before, she couldn't remember it. They were background noise, like the TV.
They didn't avoid her; they included her in their conversations, but more and more she found herself losing track of what they were saying. The first many times that this happened, somebody would laughingly catch her up on what she'd missed. But then the laughter stopped. And lately they just talked around her. So, these were not the people to confide in, to tell about seeing a ghost.
After school, despite telling herself several times that she was being foolish, she rode her bicycle to the museum. It was locked, of course, as she'd known it would be. But she stood in the deserted parking lot and called Syaoran Li's name.
She waited, her hands jammed into the pockets of her sweater as the wind pushed against her back, whipping her hair – the hair she was fortunate she hadn't lost to chemo – about her face.
Bright orange pamphlets from the museum flapped against the fence, along with the leaves, which had lost all their happy colors and were now just brown and brittle debris.
Dead. Dead leaves.
When she got cold enough, she got on her bike and peddled the long way home.
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Author's Note- Hey! Yessshh, it's short. Sorry, the next one will hopefully be longer. Hey, at least I updated soon, right? Whelps, R&R! Thanks!
Babybluestarangel- hey, Srry, so long to answer ur question. No, Sakura's not really that scared of ghosts. She would be, she's just not herself after finding out she's going to die. Notice that she doesn't have any bright smiles? Yeah, thanks for reviewing!
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October Chill
By: Cobalt-eyedAngel
Winter hours – what the staff at Tomoeda Valley Museum called winter hours - were actually fall and spring hours: 9:30 to 4:30, Saturdays and Sundays only. There were no real winter hours because after the Harvest Festival on the last weekend of October, the museum locked its doors until mid-April.
Sakura had met her ghost the second to last Sunday in October.
'What difference does that make?' she asked herself. But it did make a difference.
Monday morning, after her father and brother had left for work and before her school bus came, she tried calling out to Syaoran Li, but he didn't come. He must somehow be linked with the tavern, she reasoned – even if he hadn't recognized the tavern or known why he was there.
She had hoped that someone who could travel freely through time would have no difficulty with the five-mile journey between the museum and her home. 'How awful,' she thought, 'to be so young and dead.'
But she'd met kids who were younger who were going to be dead soon. SHE was going to be dead soon. How awful, she amended her thought, to be so young and lost and frightened and alone. To be dead and not even know how.
But there was more to it than that.
She didn't talk to anybody at school about what had happened at the museum. She hadn't told any of them about her illness, and she no longer talked to them about anything important – if she ever had. And if she'd ever been close to any of them before, she couldn't remember it. They were background noise, like the TV.
They didn't avoid her; they included her in their conversations, but more and more she found herself losing track of what they were saying. The first many times that this happened, somebody would laughingly catch her up on what she'd missed. But then the laughter stopped. And lately they just talked around her. So, these were not the people to confide in, to tell about seeing a ghost.
After school, despite telling herself several times that she was being foolish, she rode her bicycle to the museum. It was locked, of course, as she'd known it would be. But she stood in the deserted parking lot and called Syaoran Li's name.
She waited, her hands jammed into the pockets of her sweater as the wind pushed against her back, whipping her hair – the hair she was fortunate she hadn't lost to chemo – about her face.
Bright orange pamphlets from the museum flapped against the fence, along with the leaves, which had lost all their happy colors and were now just brown and brittle debris.
Dead. Dead leaves.
When she got cold enough, she got on her bike and peddled the long way home.
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Author's Note- Hey! Yessshh, it's short. Sorry, the next one will hopefully be longer. Hey, at least I updated soon, right? Whelps, R&R! Thanks!
Babybluestarangel- hey, Srry, so long to answer ur question. No, Sakura's not really that scared of ghosts. She would be, she's just not herself after finding out she's going to die. Notice that she doesn't have any bright smiles? Yeah, thanks for reviewing!