Hey you guys! Thanks for reviewing! I don't really have anything to say.
School's back again and it sucks eggs. Just want to inform you guys that I
might not update in quite a long time. I think that I'm going to take a
break, but do not fear, I will not abandon this story. I will not lose
face! Ack. Why do we need school anyway? Stupid question, I know, but I
think almost everyone has asked themselves that at one point... okay, on
with the story... oh, oh, one more thing, I made a mistake before. Sakura
is 17 years old. Got that? 17 years old. Not 16. 17. Okay. Now on with the
chappie!!
.,.-'"'-.,.-'"' .,.-'"'-.,. 2 weeks later
Sakura's body inched closer and closer to the one beside it, almost to the point where they touched. Just when she was about to lean her head on the person's shoulder, he jerked away. Catching herself before she did it again, Sakura sighed. Whether he was aware of it or not, Sora kept moving away from Sakura when she was moving close to him.
'This is just great. I broke up with him, and now I want him back. This is just ridiculous.'
Sakura was in the school's library getting tutored by Sora. Even though they broke up, Sakura still needed his help in math so they agreed that Sora should still tutor her, seeing how much he helped improve her grade before.
Her train of thought broke when Sora suddenly leaned back from the table and stretched.
"I think we should wrap it up Sakura," he said, "You know how to do these equations now right?"
Sakura stifled a yawn. "Yeah. Besides, Tomoyo promised to take me to one of those new clubs that opened up on 41st."
Getting up from his chair, Sora packed up the papers in front of him on the table and put it in his backpack.
"Same time tomorrow?" He asked.
"Yup, as always."
Sakura got up from her chair and started to do the same thing. Swinging the backpack on her shoulders, she gave him a smile and headed for the door. "See ya!" she said, before swinging through the glass doors of the library.
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Sakura quickly slipped into her soft pink t-shirt and flare jeans. She was supposed to meet Tomoyo on 41st in - she looked at her watch - five minutes.
'Kusoi. I'm gonna be late!'
She grabbed her red sweater and rushed out of her room. Jumping down the stairs two at a time, she raced out the door and down the block.
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Syaoran needed a break.
After he got home from work, he had been marking papers and he was almost done, only 13 more to go. He decided that he should go out for a walk and take a break from his marking.
He grabbed his coat, put it over his tee muscle shirt, and checked the pockets of his navy jeans to see whether he had his wallet.
After locking the door to his apartment and stepping outside, he wrapped his jacket tightly around himself. Tonight was colder then he had expected.
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Sakura met Tomoyo at the front of the club. It was a tall, white building, approximately five stories high. Inside, she could see that it was very crowded and dark inside, with the exception of the disco lights. A long line extended around the corner of the block.
When Sakura first saw the disco, she was a bit uneasy. She had been to a high school dance only once in her life and she had never stepped inside a disco before.
Tugging at Tomoyo's sleeve, Sakura said, "Tomoyo, I don't think that this is a good idea, I mean, it's so crowded, and they serve beer . . . and what if someone tries to harass me!"
Tomoyo rolled her eyes. "You're not going to get harassed Sakura. Stop being such a cooped up pigeon. Live a little."
She pushed Sakura to the very front of the line and walked past the bodyguards. Sakura turned around and asked, "How come you don't have to wait at the end of the line?"
"What?" Tomoyo was too busy checking out all the hot guys in the club.
"Never mind." Sakura replied, but Tomoyo was already walking away to talk to some guy at the bar.
'There goes my only ticket outta here considering the fact that I have to go home with her. . .' Sakura thought.
Walking to another end of the bar, Sakura sat down and signaled the bartender to get her a glass of water.
While she perched herself on her chair, she observed the club around her. Everyone was dancing very close to each other. It made Sakura wonder how they could move.
Her train of thought was broken when a glass of water was put in front of her. Sakura was just about to take a sip when she remembered that she should check to see if the water had any alcohol or toxic substances put in it.
'Those drug talks do pay off.' She thought wryly.
Sighing, Sakura put the glass of water down and tried to spot Tomoyo in the crowd.
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Syaoran was just about to turn around and walk back to his house, when he spotted the new club across the street. Curious about the club, he decided to look inside.
'I could use a drink right about now.' He thought and walked towards the club.
Slowing down as he neared the entrance, he noticed that it went unblocked because the bodyguards were trying to sort out a fight that had broken out between two of the people near the front of the line. Slipping in unnoticed, Syaoran looked to see where the bar was. Spotting it, took the chair next to a bulky man with brown, mousy hair and a large potbelly.
Syaoran ordered a beer and looked around the club. It was more crowded than the halls in school when filled with students. He was looking around when he spotted a familiar figure sitting on a chair on the other side of the bar.
Forgetting about his beer, Syaoran got up from where he was sitting at the moment and walked over to Sakura.
He had to admit, he was a tiny bit enamored with Sakura, but it was only a, as teens call it, crush. It had to dissipate sometime, right?
'No. It will never go away. NEVER!!!'
'Of course it will go away. It's just a crush. Right?'
'No. NEVER!!!'
Sitting on the chair beside Sakura, Syaoran regained his senses he tapped her on the shoulder and said, "Hello, fancy meeting you here."
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Sakura jumped at that voice as it sent shivers down her spine. As she turned around, she became acutely aware of what she was wearing and how close Syaoran was to her. His messy chestnut hair hung over his eyes, as it had done on her first day of school, he had a slight stubble on his chin and she longed to feel it.
Sakura was at a loss for words.
'Why is this happening to me? What's wrong with me? Don't tell me I have a crush on him . . . aw crap. That sucks. Why did it have to be him? Couldn't it have been Koji or Benjy or Clint or . . . wow, his eyes are beautiful. . . ' She thought.
Then she had noticed that Syaoran had just asked her a question and was waiting for her answer.
"What? Sorry, I wasn't listening." Sakura stammered.
Syaoran had smiled at that. He had noticed the way her eyes were flitting across his face and deduced that she was as aware as he was of their closeness.
"Never mind. What are you doing here? I never imagined you as the partying type." He asked.
Sakura blushed. "Nor I of you. I should be asking you the same question. But to answer yours, Tomoyo dragged me here, and then she ditched me." She motioned her hand toward the dance floor to show what she meant.
Syaoran laughed.
A deep, rumbling laugh once again, sent shivers down Sakura's spine.
Sakura resisted the urge to slap herself and settled for pinching herself really hard instead.
Then there was an awkward silence between the two. Syaoran was debating with himself on whether he should leave or ask Sakura to dance. Sakura was also debating on whether to leave or well, leave. It was weird enough that she was acting like all those other girls and wanted to kiss Syaoran, but he was her teacher! She could get suspended, or even worse, expelled! She wasn't going to take any chances. No way.
Just as she was about to leave, Syaoran said, "Would you like to go out for a walk? Get some fresh air instead of being in this stuffy place."
Sakura agreed. Besides, she needed to get some fresh air anyway, and if anything happened, she could say that it was late and that she should be getting home. Sakura smiled and inwardly patted herself on the back. Perfect. Besides, Touya would have a fit if he knew where she was right now.
Getting off the chair, Sakura made her way outside of the club and started to walk down the block. Syaoran quickly got off his chair and followed her.
(A/N: S+S moment coming right up! KAWAII!!)
Once they were outside, Sakura took a deep breath of air. I felt wonderful to walk outside, in the dark, alone- no wait, she wasn't alone. She glanced at Syaoran walking beside her. He seemed deep in thought.
'He looks kind of cute like that.' Sakura thought looking at his pensive facial expression. Then her eyes wandered downwards to his abs that showed through his muscle shirt.
'Wonder what they feel like . . .' Then her eyes wandered down to his-
"AH!!" Sakura suddenly burst out.
Syaoran, startled, looked at her curiously. "Are you feeling alright?"
'Sakura! What were you thinking?!' Sakura, who was as red as a tomato, started to rub her eyes furiously and crouched. 'Thinking about the male's anatomy is bad enough without looking at your male teacher's body parts. Bad Sakura, bad Sakura. Never, ever, do that again!'
Syaoran was starting to feel quite apprehensive at the moment. Not only was Sakura rubbing her eyes as if she was trying to make herself blind, but she was also banging her fist against her head. Thinking that it was the best thing to do at the moment, Syaoran crouched beside Sakura, grabbed her fist and held it.
Sakura, not feeling her fist smash against her head, saw that Syaoran was holding her fist. Sakura grew redder and caught her self just in time before her eyes traveled down there again.
Wrenching her fist away from Syaoran's grasp, Sakura stood up and steadied herself before walking again.
Syaoran was worried and hurt. Did he do something wrong? The least thing he would want was for her to hate him. It felt like his a bit of his heart was being torn away from his body. Forgetting about this feeling, Syaoran got up from his crouching position and walked up to Sakura.
"I think that I'd better head home now. It's getting late." Sakura said.
Syaoran was expecting this. "I'll walk you home. A girl like you shouldn't be walking on the streets alone at night."
"A girl like me?" Sakura turned to face him. "What's that supposed to mean?"
"Well. . ." Syaoran trailed off as he eyed her up and down.
Sakura rolled her eyes and started walking home, not expecting Syaoran to follow.
Feeling his presence behind her, Sakura said, "You know, they don't have those self defense classes for nothing."
She didn't hear a reply.
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Sakura was getting cold and scared. She fully expected Syaoran to walk her back home, but after the eerie silence, she assumed that he had left her.
'Well, of course. What did you expect? Your teacher to walk you home? Get a grip Sakura. You know better then that.'
Sakura shivered and hugged herself.
'I should have waited for Tomoyo. Shimatte. Kami-sama, how do I get myself into these things?'
Then Sakura saw a familiar figure in front of her silhouetted by the streetlight overhead. Running up to the person, Sakura felt greatly relieved.
Sakura tapped the person on the shoulder.
The person turned around. It was a man. A man she did not know. A man with blood-shot eyes, drool coming from the sides of his mouth and a pale face. A man that stunk like the sewers and dressed like hobo. Then again, he probably was a hobo. However, that was beside the point.
The point was, this man, hobo, whatever, was swaggering towards Sakura with a hungry gleam in his eye.
Sakura took a step back and that was when she bumped into someone. Turning around slowly, Sakura saw that this man was quite different from the other. He had a handsome face that was, at the moment, twisted into a wicked smile. One that suggested things that Sakura would rather not think about.
Sakura frantically looked for a way out and away from these delusional people. But as she dodged away from the two people, the larger one grabbed her hand and brought her body against his roughly.
"It's not often we get girls of your age and innocence down here. Usually we get them hoars and all. But not today. Seems like we got ourselves a young one right here, Sam."
The other person giggled and Sakura frowned and thought, 'What the hell? Who are these people? Maybe they're escaped insane people. Or maybe they got lost in the streets and ended living here and maybe they'll live here for the rest of their lives! Nah, I'm going with the insane escapees. But then-' Fear was beginning to course through Sakura's body, but her train of thoughts was broken when she felt herself being pushed roughly against the pavement and felt her pink shirt being torn open.
To her horror, Sakura felt the larger man sit on top of her and grope her body while the hobo held her hands over her head. Sakura screamed and tried to wiggle herself free from him, but all her efforts were in vain.
Sakura started to cry. 'Why won't someone help me? Help me please!'
Sakura started to scream again but her mouth was covered by the hobo's hand.
Then, all of a sudden, something struck her. She was being raped. She, Sakura Kinomoto, the fun-loving girl of Tomoeda High, aged 17 was being raped, and there wasn't a thing she could do . . .
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Bum bum bummmm . . . cliffy. Oh don't you hate those? Ha ha. I'm getting evil. Hope that you guys liked that chapter. If you have any feedback, or if I made any mistakes, then tell me and I'll fix it up ASAP, okies? Well, thanks for reading this you guys. You Are THE best!!! Luv you all!! *mwah*
Editor: *stares at author* right... backing away now... Ok, the weirdo editor here to tell you that the author isn't actually an mental asylum escapee, as obvious as it seems. Although she believes carrots are invading the earth. . . no, she's perfectly sane. Although she tends to laugh all too much... no, there's nothing overly wrong with her.
Wait, what am I talking about? She's a freaking NUTCASE! AH!
Ok, anyways, hope you like her story... the oddball... well, at least her story is pretty good! (after I've betaed it, of course. *grin*) All right ppl. Have a nice life.Editor:
.,.-'"'-.,.-'"' .,.-'"'-.,. 2 weeks later
Sakura's body inched closer and closer to the one beside it, almost to the point where they touched. Just when she was about to lean her head on the person's shoulder, he jerked away. Catching herself before she did it again, Sakura sighed. Whether he was aware of it or not, Sora kept moving away from Sakura when she was moving close to him.
'This is just great. I broke up with him, and now I want him back. This is just ridiculous.'
Sakura was in the school's library getting tutored by Sora. Even though they broke up, Sakura still needed his help in math so they agreed that Sora should still tutor her, seeing how much he helped improve her grade before.
Her train of thought broke when Sora suddenly leaned back from the table and stretched.
"I think we should wrap it up Sakura," he said, "You know how to do these equations now right?"
Sakura stifled a yawn. "Yeah. Besides, Tomoyo promised to take me to one of those new clubs that opened up on 41st."
Getting up from his chair, Sora packed up the papers in front of him on the table and put it in his backpack.
"Same time tomorrow?" He asked.
"Yup, as always."
Sakura got up from her chair and started to do the same thing. Swinging the backpack on her shoulders, she gave him a smile and headed for the door. "See ya!" she said, before swinging through the glass doors of the library.
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Sakura quickly slipped into her soft pink t-shirt and flare jeans. She was supposed to meet Tomoyo on 41st in - she looked at her watch - five minutes.
'Kusoi. I'm gonna be late!'
She grabbed her red sweater and rushed out of her room. Jumping down the stairs two at a time, she raced out the door and down the block.
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Syaoran needed a break.
After he got home from work, he had been marking papers and he was almost done, only 13 more to go. He decided that he should go out for a walk and take a break from his marking.
He grabbed his coat, put it over his tee muscle shirt, and checked the pockets of his navy jeans to see whether he had his wallet.
After locking the door to his apartment and stepping outside, he wrapped his jacket tightly around himself. Tonight was colder then he had expected.
.,.-'"'-.,.-'"' .,.-'"'-.,.
Sakura met Tomoyo at the front of the club. It was a tall, white building, approximately five stories high. Inside, she could see that it was very crowded and dark inside, with the exception of the disco lights. A long line extended around the corner of the block.
When Sakura first saw the disco, she was a bit uneasy. She had been to a high school dance only once in her life and she had never stepped inside a disco before.
Tugging at Tomoyo's sleeve, Sakura said, "Tomoyo, I don't think that this is a good idea, I mean, it's so crowded, and they serve beer . . . and what if someone tries to harass me!"
Tomoyo rolled her eyes. "You're not going to get harassed Sakura. Stop being such a cooped up pigeon. Live a little."
She pushed Sakura to the very front of the line and walked past the bodyguards. Sakura turned around and asked, "How come you don't have to wait at the end of the line?"
"What?" Tomoyo was too busy checking out all the hot guys in the club.
"Never mind." Sakura replied, but Tomoyo was already walking away to talk to some guy at the bar.
'There goes my only ticket outta here considering the fact that I have to go home with her. . .' Sakura thought.
Walking to another end of the bar, Sakura sat down and signaled the bartender to get her a glass of water.
While she perched herself on her chair, she observed the club around her. Everyone was dancing very close to each other. It made Sakura wonder how they could move.
Her train of thought was broken when a glass of water was put in front of her. Sakura was just about to take a sip when she remembered that she should check to see if the water had any alcohol or toxic substances put in it.
'Those drug talks do pay off.' She thought wryly.
Sighing, Sakura put the glass of water down and tried to spot Tomoyo in the crowd.
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Syaoran was just about to turn around and walk back to his house, when he spotted the new club across the street. Curious about the club, he decided to look inside.
'I could use a drink right about now.' He thought and walked towards the club.
Slowing down as he neared the entrance, he noticed that it went unblocked because the bodyguards were trying to sort out a fight that had broken out between two of the people near the front of the line. Slipping in unnoticed, Syaoran looked to see where the bar was. Spotting it, took the chair next to a bulky man with brown, mousy hair and a large potbelly.
Syaoran ordered a beer and looked around the club. It was more crowded than the halls in school when filled with students. He was looking around when he spotted a familiar figure sitting on a chair on the other side of the bar.
Forgetting about his beer, Syaoran got up from where he was sitting at the moment and walked over to Sakura.
He had to admit, he was a tiny bit enamored with Sakura, but it was only a, as teens call it, crush. It had to dissipate sometime, right?
'No. It will never go away. NEVER!!!'
'Of course it will go away. It's just a crush. Right?'
'No. NEVER!!!'
Sitting on the chair beside Sakura, Syaoran regained his senses he tapped her on the shoulder and said, "Hello, fancy meeting you here."
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Sakura jumped at that voice as it sent shivers down her spine. As she turned around, she became acutely aware of what she was wearing and how close Syaoran was to her. His messy chestnut hair hung over his eyes, as it had done on her first day of school, he had a slight stubble on his chin and she longed to feel it.
Sakura was at a loss for words.
'Why is this happening to me? What's wrong with me? Don't tell me I have a crush on him . . . aw crap. That sucks. Why did it have to be him? Couldn't it have been Koji or Benjy or Clint or . . . wow, his eyes are beautiful. . . ' She thought.
Then she had noticed that Syaoran had just asked her a question and was waiting for her answer.
"What? Sorry, I wasn't listening." Sakura stammered.
Syaoran had smiled at that. He had noticed the way her eyes were flitting across his face and deduced that she was as aware as he was of their closeness.
"Never mind. What are you doing here? I never imagined you as the partying type." He asked.
Sakura blushed. "Nor I of you. I should be asking you the same question. But to answer yours, Tomoyo dragged me here, and then she ditched me." She motioned her hand toward the dance floor to show what she meant.
Syaoran laughed.
A deep, rumbling laugh once again, sent shivers down Sakura's spine.
Sakura resisted the urge to slap herself and settled for pinching herself really hard instead.
Then there was an awkward silence between the two. Syaoran was debating with himself on whether he should leave or ask Sakura to dance. Sakura was also debating on whether to leave or well, leave. It was weird enough that she was acting like all those other girls and wanted to kiss Syaoran, but he was her teacher! She could get suspended, or even worse, expelled! She wasn't going to take any chances. No way.
Just as she was about to leave, Syaoran said, "Would you like to go out for a walk? Get some fresh air instead of being in this stuffy place."
Sakura agreed. Besides, she needed to get some fresh air anyway, and if anything happened, she could say that it was late and that she should be getting home. Sakura smiled and inwardly patted herself on the back. Perfect. Besides, Touya would have a fit if he knew where she was right now.
Getting off the chair, Sakura made her way outside of the club and started to walk down the block. Syaoran quickly got off his chair and followed her.
(A/N: S+S moment coming right up! KAWAII!!)
Once they were outside, Sakura took a deep breath of air. I felt wonderful to walk outside, in the dark, alone- no wait, she wasn't alone. She glanced at Syaoran walking beside her. He seemed deep in thought.
'He looks kind of cute like that.' Sakura thought looking at his pensive facial expression. Then her eyes wandered downwards to his abs that showed through his muscle shirt.
'Wonder what they feel like . . .' Then her eyes wandered down to his-
"AH!!" Sakura suddenly burst out.
Syaoran, startled, looked at her curiously. "Are you feeling alright?"
'Sakura! What were you thinking?!' Sakura, who was as red as a tomato, started to rub her eyes furiously and crouched. 'Thinking about the male's anatomy is bad enough without looking at your male teacher's body parts. Bad Sakura, bad Sakura. Never, ever, do that again!'
Syaoran was starting to feel quite apprehensive at the moment. Not only was Sakura rubbing her eyes as if she was trying to make herself blind, but she was also banging her fist against her head. Thinking that it was the best thing to do at the moment, Syaoran crouched beside Sakura, grabbed her fist and held it.
Sakura, not feeling her fist smash against her head, saw that Syaoran was holding her fist. Sakura grew redder and caught her self just in time before her eyes traveled down there again.
Wrenching her fist away from Syaoran's grasp, Sakura stood up and steadied herself before walking again.
Syaoran was worried and hurt. Did he do something wrong? The least thing he would want was for her to hate him. It felt like his a bit of his heart was being torn away from his body. Forgetting about this feeling, Syaoran got up from his crouching position and walked up to Sakura.
"I think that I'd better head home now. It's getting late." Sakura said.
Syaoran was expecting this. "I'll walk you home. A girl like you shouldn't be walking on the streets alone at night."
"A girl like me?" Sakura turned to face him. "What's that supposed to mean?"
"Well. . ." Syaoran trailed off as he eyed her up and down.
Sakura rolled her eyes and started walking home, not expecting Syaoran to follow.
Feeling his presence behind her, Sakura said, "You know, they don't have those self defense classes for nothing."
She didn't hear a reply.
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Sakura was getting cold and scared. She fully expected Syaoran to walk her back home, but after the eerie silence, she assumed that he had left her.
'Well, of course. What did you expect? Your teacher to walk you home? Get a grip Sakura. You know better then that.'
Sakura shivered and hugged herself.
'I should have waited for Tomoyo. Shimatte. Kami-sama, how do I get myself into these things?'
Then Sakura saw a familiar figure in front of her silhouetted by the streetlight overhead. Running up to the person, Sakura felt greatly relieved.
Sakura tapped the person on the shoulder.
The person turned around. It was a man. A man she did not know. A man with blood-shot eyes, drool coming from the sides of his mouth and a pale face. A man that stunk like the sewers and dressed like hobo. Then again, he probably was a hobo. However, that was beside the point.
The point was, this man, hobo, whatever, was swaggering towards Sakura with a hungry gleam in his eye.
Sakura took a step back and that was when she bumped into someone. Turning around slowly, Sakura saw that this man was quite different from the other. He had a handsome face that was, at the moment, twisted into a wicked smile. One that suggested things that Sakura would rather not think about.
Sakura frantically looked for a way out and away from these delusional people. But as she dodged away from the two people, the larger one grabbed her hand and brought her body against his roughly.
"It's not often we get girls of your age and innocence down here. Usually we get them hoars and all. But not today. Seems like we got ourselves a young one right here, Sam."
The other person giggled and Sakura frowned and thought, 'What the hell? Who are these people? Maybe they're escaped insane people. Or maybe they got lost in the streets and ended living here and maybe they'll live here for the rest of their lives! Nah, I'm going with the insane escapees. But then-' Fear was beginning to course through Sakura's body, but her train of thoughts was broken when she felt herself being pushed roughly against the pavement and felt her pink shirt being torn open.
To her horror, Sakura felt the larger man sit on top of her and grope her body while the hobo held her hands over her head. Sakura screamed and tried to wiggle herself free from him, but all her efforts were in vain.
Sakura started to cry. 'Why won't someone help me? Help me please!'
Sakura started to scream again but her mouth was covered by the hobo's hand.
Then, all of a sudden, something struck her. She was being raped. She, Sakura Kinomoto, the fun-loving girl of Tomoeda High, aged 17 was being raped, and there wasn't a thing she could do . . .
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Bum bum bummmm . . . cliffy. Oh don't you hate those? Ha ha. I'm getting evil. Hope that you guys liked that chapter. If you have any feedback, or if I made any mistakes, then tell me and I'll fix it up ASAP, okies? Well, thanks for reading this you guys. You Are THE best!!! Luv you all!! *mwah*
Editor: *stares at author* right... backing away now... Ok, the weirdo editor here to tell you that the author isn't actually an mental asylum escapee, as obvious as it seems. Although she believes carrots are invading the earth. . . no, she's perfectly sane. Although she tends to laugh all too much... no, there's nothing overly wrong with her.
Wait, what am I talking about? She's a freaking NUTCASE! AH!
Ok, anyways, hope you like her story... the oddball... well, at least her story is pretty good! (after I've betaed it, of course. *grin*) All right ppl. Have a nice life.Editor: