Hey, it's Psychic Touya. Sorry that it's been a while for me updating. I was actually going to go on and not finish this story, but I didn't think that would be fair to you so I decided to start writing more. This will be the last short chapter for a while. See ya. PLEASE R&R!

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Oh my gosh, I'm going to be late! I might get detention!

I skated as fast I could down the streets of Tomeda, past bakeries, toy shops, grocery stores, and restaurants periodically looking at my watch to see how much longer I have until school starts. I had 8 minutes when I last looked.

I'm on Main Street (about 2 minutes away from school) when my phone rings in my pocket. I slow my pace but continue with a fast stride as I take out my small flip phone and flip it up to answer it.

"Hello?" I say into the speaker panting hard.

"Sakura, where are you? You're going to be late?" It's Tomoyo sounding worried.

"I know… I know. I'm almost… almost there, bye." I hang up the phone to start going faster.

I turn left onto Trip Avenue and can see the school into the distance.

I'm going to make it; I'm going to make it.

I speed up my pace even faster and the school grows bigger and bigger with every passing second.

Tomeda High School is three stories, very wide, and extends very far. In the front are five main doors that lead into the high school. Extending from the doors to the very roof of the school are huge glass windows that allow you to look out from the stairwell in the front of the school. There are three sets of stairs, and two elevators for the handicapped. In the back are: the track, soccer fields, tennis courts, and the Swimming Building where water sports are played. There is also the school greenhouses. On each side of the school are parking lots, one for the staff of the school and the other for student parking. Each parking lot is 1/3 of the school size, so they are pretty big. The first floor is mainly academic classes like math, science, and English. The second floor is history and electives such as psychology and journalism. The third floor contains the physical equipment, weights, and body sculpting machines (I don't go on the third floor that much). Tomeda High School is only 20 years old, and is one of the most academically recognized schools of Japan.

I skate past the teacher parking lot, which is already full, and head straight for the front doors. I know I'm not late since there are still a lot of students outside the front doors.

Thank you Lord, I won't get detention.

I slow my skating pace and look to see if Tomoyo is still out here. I glance all around the little courtyard, but don't see her bright purple hair anywhere.

I guess she already went to class.

I stop outside the front doors and take a seat on a nearby bench, located nearby, and take my skates off. I open my backpack and take out my pink converse and replace them with my big black skates. Once I close my backpack, I put on my converse and tie the laces. That's when she came.

"So, Sakura, I heard you went to a Fallen concert. Is it true?" I would recognize that voice anywhere. I look from the white high heeled shoes up to the highlighted blonde hair and take in Victoria Spelling, the meanest yet most popular girl of Tomeda High. Victoria was wearing a shirt blue denim skirt and a white shirt with the words DRAMA QUEEN in light blue letters. With her was her "group", composed of other cheerleaders, jocks, and the pretty girls. She's in the same grade as I am, and has been my bully since she moved here two years ago.

"Yes, it was last Friday night." I say politely even though I know I won't be showed the same consideration.

"I was just wondering." She begins to walk off but not without a joke.

"I bet the little bitch was in good company." Victoria says and the rest of her group starts laughing as they enter the front doors.

Why does she have to be mean to me? I have never done anything to her.

I don't cry even though I want to. In elementary I never had a problem with bullying, I was everybody's friend, but then… Touya died and… and I think some part of me died that night. I started drifting away from a lot of people. My bright cheery self became stoic for a while and I scared my father and my friends. Eventually, according to my psychiatrist, I was able to come to terms with his death since I started laughing, smiling, and becoming my cheery self again, but I honestly think I haven't since I still see him everywhere I go. Touya has worked everywhere in Tomeda, and everywhere I go I see him in the familiar uniforms either selling bread at the bakery, serving people at restaurants, or working with animals at the zoo.

I started dressing like a punk two months after he died. I think I do it to express the pain it caused me. He was my only brother and I loved him so much. All he ever did was watch over me, protect me, and love me. I even miss the way he used to always call me kaiju. I know it sounds weird, but I would give anything to him say that again… anything. Tomoyo, Rika, and they started dressing like a punk after me, but it's a fashion statement to them, not a symbol of pain like it is for me. Even though it's for a different reason, I am really glad they joined me because I don't feel so alone. The hole Touya's death left in my heart will never be filled again, but because of them, it will never get bigger. The only person who really understood what I was going through was Tomoyo, she was always there for me, and I was able to keep my other friends because of her. Tomoyo kind of brought me back into the light.

I stare a little while at the ground until I hear the bell and enter the front door with the rest of the students still outside. From there I head to my locker (luckily on the first floor, in the middle) to put my backpack and to get my Geometry book for Mrs. Kaft, my first period teacher. Luckily I have this class with Tomoyo so I will get a little smile after this morning.

I don't know why I let Victoria's comments bother me so much. I guess I'm just not used to someone hating me, she's actually the first person I know of that hates me so much.

Mrs. Kaft's class also on the first floor but at the end of the hallway, so I don't have to walk so far. I say hi to some of my friends as I walk down the halls. A lot of them seem so excited and talk about something of good interest. I hear a girl say "Syaoran" so I assume they are talking about the concert Friday night that I was so LUCKY to have gone to. My mind drifts back to that night and a huge smile forms across my face as I think about how I ACTUALLY meet Syaoran Li. I will never forget this night, and will have a great memory.

Yes, Friday night was great. I hope I can go to another one of their concerts soon.

I enter the door to Mrs. Kaft's class and notice she's not there, and everyone is gathered in the back. Everyone was crowded around someone, wanting to talk and just see the person.

I wonder who that is.

That thought leaves my mind as I hear a familiar voice and a person moves so I have a full visual of the person.

There in plain black, were Syaoran Li, and along with him was Takashi Yamazaki, members of the punk rock band The Fallen.

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