muwahahaaha... first fanfic! constructive criticism only!!!

Disclaimer: I don't own Syaoran, sakura, or any ccs character -- thanks for reminding me !!
"Dad... what highschool am I going to go to this time?" a boy with chestnut brown hair asked dully, dropping down on a couch. School was starting in a mere twenty days and just the thought of school was eating and killing away at him.

"Go phone your mother... I'm sure she has some school for you." And with that, his father left.

Walking to his phone, Syaoran spoke to it.

"Computer, dial mother," he commanded. The computer made several beeps and then showed a sharply dressed lady in a suit on the video screen.

"Oh, why hello dear... please make this quick, I have a meeting with the president of Japan in a few minutes," she rushed.

"Right... well I just need to know what highschool I will be going to, or you know, I don't exactly have to go" Syaoran chuckled.

Then, Syaoran's father came in. He peered at the video screen, and said," Oh hey there... how's buisness?"

"Just fine, anyway, Syaoran's highschool will be tchhhs-bsshc-cshhhh," she replied.

Syaoran looked gleeful... the connection was losing up! Meaning no school! He laughed in his head and prayed for the screen to die. Then, as if God was listening, it did.

"Uhhh... yes I think she said TBH... I will get on the phone with them," Syaoran's dad said hesitantly.

Syaoron slumped back to his room. Highschool... what a waste...

20 days later...

Syaoran woke up that morning with thoughts of DREAD... pure dread... First day of school... Whee... what a joyride. He didn't think much of school, and even when he did, it was about some person he would like to hurt. Such as his last... let's say 20 victims or so?

He got up, and ordered his personal chef to make him a mango smoothie. What he wanted, was done. His mother was a big time corporate owner, bringing in millions a year, while his father was a no-good-foot-kisser. At least life was easy...

After an hour or so, he arrived at the school.

When Syaoran got out of the car, his driver, Wei, looked confused.

"Are we at the right school?," Wei asked hesitantly.

Syaoran gazed at the school. It was... was bleak... broken windows, and a bunch of guys and girls scattered in clumps, smoking. The paint on the walls were peeling, and there was graffiti all over.

"Is this some kind of test? Well, this school looks fine for me!," Syaoran thought gleefully.

Syaoran walking inside the broken down halls, getting stares from all around. It wasn't his fault, his mom was well known, and perhaps his gang recognition was known also. Then, one kid with glasses confronted him.

"Who are YOU... what are you doing here, acting like you own the place?" he demanded.

"You looking for a fight?," Syaoran grinned, getting into a fighting stance.

"Bring it on, rich-boy!" he yelled.

Almost immedietly, a 17 year old girl with long, black tresses, purple eyes that swirled, and radiating such beauty, that Syaoran stopped to stare.

"Eriol, stop it, we got more important things to do," she said testily, grabbing his arm and slowly dragging him away from the slightly provoked new guy.

"TOMOYO!!!! But-but," Eriol stuttered.

"Whatever, I'll deal with you all later," Syaoran called out.

While Tomoyo dragged Eriol away, Syaoran could hear him complaining to her. Looked like she was the boss.

"Dang, just when I was gonna fight a pretty weird guy, that ... that girl TOMOYO... made him LEAVE!," he yelled in his mind.

Still... he just couldn't get his mind off Tomoyo... her...and her eyes that swirled.

He started to lazily walk down the crowded hallways of the school and took in his new surroundings. Kids here, lockers there, bathrooms there, a teacher hung up on a coat rack here...

"This school has more class then I thought," Sayaron said, not noticing that he had said it outloud.

"Whatta ya think, newbie? Any school with ME in it has class," Sayaron swung around, finding himself face-to-face with an old friend of his!

"JACOB?!" Syaoran was amazed. The last time he had seen Jacob, was when they dealed some crack to a buyer!

"Nice to see you again, man," Jacob grinned

"Not so nice to see you," Syaoran grumbled.

Then, Syaoran punched him, kicked him, till he was on the floor.

"WTF WAS WITH DITCHING ME WITH THE COPS, YOU BASTARD!!" Syaoran yelled at him for all was worth. Several people stopped and stared, but with one glare from Syaoran, they fleed.

Jacob sputtered and coughed, trying to get up.

"H-h-hey man... did you expect me to stay...and face the cops?," Jacob asked weakly.

"NO... but I also didn't expect you to rattle me to the cops... god, WTF is WRONG with you?!" Syaoran was pissed off. "It took me 2 months to get out of jail! EVEN with my mom's reputation! What is WRONG with you?!" Syaoran was in a killing mode...

"Hey what do you think you're doing?"

Syaoran looked behind him and looking straight at him was...

muwahahaha.. sorry big cliffhanger xD anywho.. will update =]