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Chapter 3

It was six in the afternoon and I was walking home with Syaoran in front of me. I was just staring at his back with silence surrounding us but for the first time, silence didn't bother me. I was smiling and that was all that mattered. I never felt this happiness before and I'm glad that he has been sent to me like an angel. We reached our destination, my house and suddenly my heart stopped. I completely forgot about skipping school and how my father was going to react to it. How stupid am I. Now I'm in for it.
Syaoran had a confused look on his face, "You have fear in your eyes. Why?"
I shrugged it off. I didn't want him to be worried about me since he barely knows me, "Oh, it's nothing."
Syaoran said, "If it's about getting in trouble for skipping school, just blame it on me. I'm the new kid so they wouldn't do anything to me." He grinned at me so I had to smile. I couldn't resist that grin of his.
I said, "Alright, I'll see you later." I pretended like everything's okay. I'm sure that it was worth it for such happiness. I slowly opened the door and immediately an object was thrown at my head but missed.
I said, "Good evening, Father." He was right in front of me and his hand grabbed my neck as he lift me up choking me, "F-father, what are y-you doing. "
His eyes were filled with anger, "You little slut! You think you're so high and mighty skipping school with some new guy that you don't even know! Have I raised you right. What the hell do you learn in school?" I couldn't say a word or breathe. A few more minutes and I'm going to drop dead.
He continued on, "How do you think I felt when I heard the school call me. I disown you!" He threw me on the floor as I kept gasping for breath.
I tried to get up but he kicked me back down. This made the bruise on the side of my stomach worse than it was before.
I cried, "I'm sorry, Father! I can explain!"
" I don't want to hear your ugly voice! If it weren't for your mom begging to keep you to keep the family line going, I'd have killed you a long time ago!" I started crying. I always tried to deny that I wasn't wanted in this world but now I can't help but break down.
I cried softly, "Please."
This got him even more angry, "Get out of the house right now! I don't want to see your ugly face." I stayed on the floor praying that he didn't mean it. I don't have anyone to run to, not one relative or friend. Then, he started throwing his bottle of beer at me as I raised my hand, grabbed my bookbag with my other hand and ran out the door. The bottle was made of glass so my hand is bleeding badly from shielding myself. I sighed as the tears continued to flow.
I said out loud, "Where can I go now. I'm only fifteen." Then, it occured to me. I'll just go to the cementary. I'll visit my mother. She'll make me smile. I ripped part of my sleeve and used it to cover my hand to stop bleeding. I slowly searched the graveyard and looked at each tombstone until I came across my mother's.

Nadeshiko Kinomoto
(1954-2000)
loving wife & mother

I smiled sadly looking at the wilted rose I put on the ground last month. I sat down and leaned my back against the tomb.
"Mother, did you really had to go. Or do you along with the world, never.
cared about me. Maybe everything would be different if you were around. But, listen to me okay. There was a new student that transfered to my class and he made me understand what happiness is like.", I started to laugh as I think about the memories, "I don't even know him. It's funny how a stranger could care so much more than those who's known you forever. What more, I'd actually forgive everyone if they'd just stop the pain. How pathetic am I. "
A voice said, "Oh, I don't know. Pathetic enough to talk to yourself in the dark at a cementary. ", I quickly turned around in fear. Was it my father, a ghost! Am I going to die?
He laughed at me, "Calm down, what are you so nervous about. It's just Syaoran."
I said, "What are you doing here?"
Syaoran replied, "Nothing. I was just walking home from a store and I saw you walking into the cemetery. It should be my question. What are you doing here?"
I said, "My mother died ten years ago."
Syaoran said, "You were ten years old?"
I nodded, "Yeah. But, I'm alright. As long as I can visit her grave, I'm smiling! But, you know, I prefer to visit the places she loved. No ghost would stick around their tombstones. It'd be depressing."
Syaoran smiled, "You're right. Want me to walk you home?" Suddenly, I remembered about how I was disowned. What do I do? I really don't have anywhere to run to.
I replied, "I came here, because I lost my key to my house and my father's out of town for several months."
He laughed, "Are you serious? I'll let you stay in my house for a while."
I said, "No, it's alright. I'm going to stay at my aunt's house."
He nodded, "Alright, no problem. I'll see you later?" I nodded and he walked away. I sighed and leaned against the tombstone. I let myself fall and sat on the grave. I gave a small laugh. I literally lied on my mother's grave. I am now homeless. I am homeless and still smiling. How pathetic am I? I guess one person can really make a difference in your life. My thoughts drifted off into a dream as I laid there in the cold. But, the coldness of the mist will never compare to the coldness I feel within.

I walked into the classroom with a smile on my face. I said, "Morning, Mei Ling."
She gave me a glare, "What the hell do you want?"
I shrugged, "You make it seem like greeting you is a crime." A couple of my classmates gave a small laugh.
Mei Ling replied, "Don't mess with my head or you'll get it."
I smiled, "What are you talking about? I only said morning." I walked away, not needing to deal with her. It was ten minutes until class started to I walked towards the hallway window. Unconsciously, I sang.

If I could just walk to yesterday
If I could live through one moment of the past
I'll never have to cry again

If I could just be strong and hold on
If I could just believe it'll be alright
I'll always be smiling

But the world just pushes me aside
I'll keep moving forward and show them
I'll be alright

Syaoran said, "What song is that?"
I laughed, "I didn't realize I was singing. I just made lyrics up in my mind just now."
Syaoran replied, "That's really good. You're a singer?"
I smiled, "Yeah, but I just write my own songs. I'm not really much of something." The bell rang and I just stood there.
Syaoran asked, "Aren't you going to come in?"
I shook my head and smiled, "No thanks. I don't have a purpose for school anymore. I'll see you later." I walked off. I had so much thoughts last night in the cemetery. I can't support myself. There's no way any job would accept some student. I tried looking for one last year. There's no food or water that'll be coming in. I accepted the fact that I was going to die of poverty. Might as well enSakura the moments I had left. I walked to the place that Syaoran took me earlier. I smiled at the memories as I reminisced. I fell asleep contently.

Syaoran thought, "How does she not have a purpose for school? What the hell happened?" Mei Ling was trying to get his attention.
She asked, "Is it alright if we can get something to eat? Just one meal." She gave him a smile. Syaoran looked at her. She was a beauty, alright. He could not deny it. He couldn't judge her based on what people tell him.
He nodded, "Sure, one meal."
She smiled, "After school, at six?" He nodded again and went back to thinking of Sakura.
Mei Ling thought, "I will take you away from Sakura if it's the last thing I do. She doesn't deserve your thoughts. You deserve better. You deserve me."