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Chapter 3 of 'My Life'
So where do I start?

Sakura was wondering when Syaoran would finally show up. Staring at her pink watch, which had been a birthday present from Eriol when he was in England, she noted that Syaoran was 20 minutes late. Normally, she was the late one, but today, it seemed their roles were switched.

Where was he? He should be here, and she was getting bored. To occupy herself, she'd been reading My Life over Chiharu's shoulder. It was quite interesting, for her standards.

Chapter 2
Hello

When I walked into my new class, all I could do was stare. There were so many more people than I expected. My old school had been much smaller than this one, seeing as this was supposed to be one of the best schools in Japan. Performing a quick look-around, I noted that there had to be at least twice as many students in the classroom as there were in my old classroom. A lot of the students were giving me mean stares, and I shifted uncomfortably.

"Introduce yourself," the teacher ordered crisply. I brushed the maroon-colored uniform so that all the dust accumulated on the front disappeared, and then turned towards the class.

"Ikumo Arisu. Nice to meet you all," I finally said, and a chill ran down my spine as I did so. They… they were so cold.

"Take any empty seat," the teacher ordered. I flinched subtly at every word. The teacher was so loud. Finally, I took a random empty seat and sat down. The teacher penciled it in as my assigned seat for… however long she decided it to be assigned to me.

Little did I know that it would be a long time before I got my seat switched.

I spent a lot of time by myself at my new school. People greeted me as if I'd been there for years. It was almost like my old school. Except… none of my friends were there. I definitely missed them. I got phone calls occasionally, and I'd talk for about 5 minutes before they had to get off, for one reason or another.

I didn't even have time to say 'hello' to them.

I felt so lonely…

"Sakura!" A voice interrupted her reading. Sakura stood up.

"Eh? Syaoran!" She beamed. He was finally here!

"Is that reporter weird or what?" Syaoran asked, pointing at the Channel 7 reporter. Sakura nodded.

"She interviewed you, too?"

"Nn." Sakura smiled. That was Syaoran's way of saying yes. Giving him a once-over, she almost burst into laughter. He looked frazzled from searching for her. She grabbed his arm and pulled him into the seat she used to be occupying. He smiled gratefully at her.

"Arigatou, Sakura." Sakura shook her head.

"Mm! It's no problem!" Syaoran vaguely remembered her doing that, around 15 years ago, when she was just trying to be nice and he was shunning her.

"Okay, then." He smiled.

"So, what did you tell her?" Sakura asked curiously.

"I don't remember, actually. I think I was too busy looking for you." Sakura burst into peals of laughter.

Once again, Tomoyo was following Eriol at a quick pace this time, and she had a camcorder. She'd given up on the digital camera when the flash went off, attracting the attention of the people in the bookstore. Suddenly, Eriol stopped. Surprised, Tomoyo walked right into him, causing him to turn around.

"Hey, Tomoyo-san." He held up his digital watch, showing the time 1:01:23:93, which was where he'd stopped it. He showed it to Tomoyo.

"This is how long you've been following me," he explained, with a smile on his face. Tomoyo smiled back. She should've known that he'd keep acting and pretending he hadn't noticed her at all. But 1 hour, 1 minute, 23 seconds, and 93 milliseconds? She's been following him for a pretty long time. All of a sudden, exhaustion spread through her body, and she sat down on the floor. Eriol glanced at her, and then whispered, "Look to the right." Tomoyo did so, and spotted a woman with shoulder-length hair. She looked exactly like someone she knew a long time ago, without the glasses.

"Naoko-san?" She whispered, turning to Eriol. A nod was her confirmation. Tomoyo tried to move, but she was too tired to try and talk to her.

"I haven't seen her in years!" Tomoyo looked back at Eriol, who was giving her a serious look.

"What happened after I left for England?"

"A lot," Tomoyo responded, frowning.

"If you don't tell me, I'll be forced to pry," he told her, with a grin. Tomoyo looked away. She didn't want him to, or he'd know the entire story, from beginning to end.

"Well?" Tomoyo looked at him.

"Ah, where do I start?" She asked herself. With no answer from Eriol to prompt her, she decided to start from when they all sent applications.

"Em…It all started with our middle school applications. Okaa-san wanted me to go to Kiroshima Boarding School, Sakura-kun was going to Seijiou High, and Naoko-san was going to Ishohiro. Takeshi-san was off to Samete, along with Chiharu-san. Rika-san was going to Maejiora. After that, we could only make phone calls to each other to keep contact, as well as the occasional meeting at Penguin Park, which all of us could never make at the same time." She paused, waiting for Eriol to process the information before continuing.

"After awhile, Sakura, as hard as she tried, couldn't keep in contact with all of us, and stopped. I managed to keep contact with Chiharu, but that was all. After awhile, that ended too. Without contact, Naoko-san became silent and reserved. Sakura-kun fell into a depression. I experienced a state of loneliness; the students at my school weren't very nice. There was no change of mood in Chiharu-san and Takeshi-san," Tomoyo finished lamely.

"Okay then," was Eriol's quick reply. Tomoyo was surprised, but hid it. He really didn't know, did he? Even Syaoran knew! She thought. There was a long silence.

"That was an awful explination," he added, smiling. Oh, so he did know. He just wanted the truth out of her. Tomoyo exhaled slowly.

"You sure? Because this is a long story." He smiled.

"Positive."

"Honto ne?"

"Hai!"

"Well, it really did start with our middle school applications. I wanted to go to Hetoshiro, but Okaa-san insisted on Kiroshima. Sakura-kun, like her onii-chan, was applying to Seijou High, even though her onii-chan claimed she'd never be able to get in. Naoko-san was going to Ishohiro Private School, per request of her dying otou-san. Rika-san was going to Maejiora Private School, because she felt that she'd learn the most there. Takeshi-san and Chiharu-san were going to Samete, a technical arts school, where Takeshi-san would learn how to write books and Chiharu-san would learn culinary arts.

"We attempted to keep in touch, but we never thought it would be as hard as it ended up. In the end, the only person that managed was Sakura-kun. I lost contact with most of them while at boarding school, and Naoko-san couldn't keep in contact because of her homework…"

(Continuation from middle of Ch. 2 in 'My Life')

"Hey," said a boy's voice. "Could you help me? You seem capable." I looked up to see Atatake Kyo, smiling at me. Startled, my immediate reaction ended up being a loud cry. In response, he yelped loudly.

"Hey! You two! Be quiet or get out of the library!" The librarian's assistant was back, and furious. I turned to glare at Shinji, who flinched.

"Shut up!" I muttered. He rolled his eyes and stormed off.

"Er…" What could I tell him now? I'd never helped anyone with homework before.

"Please?" He smiled at me.

"Okay." He cheered, prompting Shinji to come back.

"Arisu! Keep your boyfriend silent!"

"What makes you think he's my boyfriend? He's my classmate!" I retorted, glaring at Shinji. I didn't even like Kyo!

"Well sorry, then! It's not my fault you two look like lovers!"

"What makes us look like lovers?"

"There you go, yelling again! Honestly! I should just kick you out already!" In fact, we'd attracted a lot of attention from the people in the library.

"Then WHY DON'T YOU?" I didn't receive a response.

"Then stop making threats, if you're not going to follow them up!" I exited the library, my good mood gone. I completely forgot about Kyo, standing in the doorway.

It's short, and the explanation I invented is rather lame.

In Japan, students going from elementary school (1-6) to middle school and then to high school (7-9 and 10-12, respectively) send in an application to the school they want to go to (I think).
Also, I think Seijou High is a middle/high school. If not, oh well.

On a side note, no one sent any guesses at all for chapter 2. If you want to try, go back to chapter 2 and read the ending author's note. I want to know how many people I tricked! (grins evilly)

I hope you enjoyed it!