I Think I Can
Summary: When Sakura kills Meiling, only the worst can come out of it. She is put up for trial and while that is going on, is put through counseling. What will bring this big bad teen back to a happy bouncy 18-year old girl?
Is that person's name Syaoran?
Note: I do not own Card Captors/Card Captor Sakura. I wish I did, but,
alas, I don't.
Ch.4 The Chaperone
That morning, my dad woke me up at 5:30.
"Wake up!" he shouted at me.
I looked out the window, it was still dark. On my chair, was my suitcase. Dad was putting all of my clothes inside. I watched him for awhile and then
he finally told me to get dressed, and we only had twenty minutes.
"But, dad!" I yelled. "School doesn't start until 8:00!"
He looked at me with a solemn face. I hated that face. I hated him. Dad
stared at the floor and came over to me.
"Honey.... I'm very sorry, but, you have to leave. You have to go away. For
a couple of months. And you're leaving today."
His sentences were short and choppy. But, then, it hit me. Honk Kong. I would be sent to live in Hong Kong for awhile. I looked up at my dad and his sorrowful face. A face full of sorrow, my ass. I hated my dad. This was way worse then how I was mad at Meiling. If I had had a gun, he would've
been dead by now. Dead. Those words rang in my head as my dad left the room. I then had a sudden urge to pack my suitcase, myself. I put all of the shorts on one side, and all of the tops on the other. It had seemed to
take forever to finish, but, I was halfway cooled down by then.
"Sakura! Come down! The person that will chaperone you is here!" my dad
yelled from downstairs.
I put a puzzled look on my face. Who was this chaperone? I brushed my hair, and then said goodbye to Kero. Wait, where was Kero? It had seemed to me that he went to go live with Tomoyo for awhile. Oh well, I would be fine
on my own. When I finally slipped my shoes on, I started to drag the
suitcase down stairs.
"Hi" somebody said.
I jumped back and tripped of the suitcase so all of my clothing fell out. There I was sprawling all over the floor, with someone looking over me. It was a boy. He looked about 19 years old, and had chestnut colored hair with
brown eyes.
"Hoi?!" I screamed.
"Oh, I'm sorry. Did I startle you?" he asked.
He was staring down at me, with his hand out. I grabbed it, and got up. I
looked at all of my stuff, laying everywhere on the floor. I started to
pick things up, and then, I saw his hand.
"Look, I'm really sorry." he said. "I'm only here to escort you to Hong
Kong. You'll be living with me for a bit."
The boy smiled. He had a gorgeous smile. I looked down and shoved every
remaining piece of clothing into my suitcase.
"I-I heard..." I mumbled, still trying to fit my jeans in there.
"I didn't know I was going to live with a family, though. I thought I was
going to some sort of jail cell." I told him.
"Jail cell?" he asked.
I turned my head. I wasn't going to explain it to him. I didn't want to
explain it to him. Life wasn't fair. I looked up and he was giving me a
hard stare.
"I understand...." he said." You can explain it later."
I didn't want to explain it later; I didn't want to explain it at all.
Nothing. If you really wanted to do me a favor, just shoot me. I didn't
want any guidance counseling, nothing.
Summary: When Sakura kills Meiling, only the worst can come out of it. She is put up for trial and while that is going on, is put through counseling. What will bring this big bad teen back to a happy bouncy 18-year old girl?
Is that person's name Syaoran?
Note: I do not own Card Captors/Card Captor Sakura. I wish I did, but,
alas, I don't.
Ch.4 The Chaperone
That morning, my dad woke me up at 5:30.
"Wake up!" he shouted at me.
I looked out the window, it was still dark. On my chair, was my suitcase. Dad was putting all of my clothes inside. I watched him for awhile and then
he finally told me to get dressed, and we only had twenty minutes.
"But, dad!" I yelled. "School doesn't start until 8:00!"
He looked at me with a solemn face. I hated that face. I hated him. Dad
stared at the floor and came over to me.
"Honey.... I'm very sorry, but, you have to leave. You have to go away. For
a couple of months. And you're leaving today."
His sentences were short and choppy. But, then, it hit me. Honk Kong. I would be sent to live in Hong Kong for awhile. I looked up at my dad and his sorrowful face. A face full of sorrow, my ass. I hated my dad. This was way worse then how I was mad at Meiling. If I had had a gun, he would've
been dead by now. Dead. Those words rang in my head as my dad left the room. I then had a sudden urge to pack my suitcase, myself. I put all of the shorts on one side, and all of the tops on the other. It had seemed to
take forever to finish, but, I was halfway cooled down by then.
"Sakura! Come down! The person that will chaperone you is here!" my dad
yelled from downstairs.
I put a puzzled look on my face. Who was this chaperone? I brushed my hair, and then said goodbye to Kero. Wait, where was Kero? It had seemed to me that he went to go live with Tomoyo for awhile. Oh well, I would be fine
on my own. When I finally slipped my shoes on, I started to drag the
suitcase down stairs.
"Hi" somebody said.
I jumped back and tripped of the suitcase so all of my clothing fell out. There I was sprawling all over the floor, with someone looking over me. It was a boy. He looked about 19 years old, and had chestnut colored hair with
brown eyes.
"Hoi?!" I screamed.
"Oh, I'm sorry. Did I startle you?" he asked.
He was staring down at me, with his hand out. I grabbed it, and got up. I
looked at all of my stuff, laying everywhere on the floor. I started to
pick things up, and then, I saw his hand.
"Look, I'm really sorry." he said. "I'm only here to escort you to Hong
Kong. You'll be living with me for a bit."
The boy smiled. He had a gorgeous smile. I looked down and shoved every
remaining piece of clothing into my suitcase.
"I-I heard..." I mumbled, still trying to fit my jeans in there.
"I didn't know I was going to live with a family, though. I thought I was
going to some sort of jail cell." I told him.
"Jail cell?" he asked.
I turned my head. I wasn't going to explain it to him. I didn't want to
explain it to him. Life wasn't fair. I looked up and he was giving me a
hard stare.
"I understand...." he said." You can explain it later."
I didn't want to explain it later; I didn't want to explain it at all.
Nothing. If you really wanted to do me a favor, just shoot me. I didn't
want any guidance counseling, nothing.