Chapter 3
Hard things to put into the story: Ok, Sakura isn't 8 anymore; it's been a couple years since her parents got divorced. I'll say she's about 12 in 6th grade (At least that's how it would be here in America) Her mom is like really weak physically and emotionally, after Sakura's dad left she was told by a doctor not to get out of bed. They mostly live on spousal support and child support. Sakura has to work at a lot of babysitting jobs so they have little extra money for clothes and such.
Yeah yeah, I know I've been a bad person and I haven't written in awhile. I don't want to be in school, I don't like homework. Homework is evil, it should be burned! Yeah...so, now I'm gonna start writing this chapter. I think the mom is gonna die. I don't really like her too much, she's so evil. I like think of the characters as if they are real, so in my mind I don't like Fujitaka or Nadishiko. I feel bad for Sakura; she has such an evil family. That would totally suck to be her. Well, enough of my babbling and on to the story! (Author has her arm up in the air like Superman)
By the way, I wrote part of this chapter then got bored of it and wrote all of the 4th chapter. I don't like this chapter, it's boring. You know when you're reading a book and it's really interesting, but then you come across this really boring and lame chapter. You just want to skip it, but you're afraid that it might have some important info in it. Yeah, well that's how I felt about this chapter. I didn't want to write it since it didn't have anything really interesting in it, but I have to write it since it has some important events in it. Sorry if it's kinda short.
Disclaimer: I don't think someone who acts like Superman, kills her characters just cause she doesn't like them, and has the strong urge to burn her homework would really own CCS. But us authors can dream! (Author imagines owning CCS, sigh)
Notes: I'm gonna call the teacher sensei, cause I don't feel like letting him have a name.
AT SCHOOL
"Hey Sakura, are you ok? You really don't look so good." Tomoyo had started looking concerned.
"Oh don't worry about me, I'm fine." Sakura replied.
"No seriously Sakura, you look really pale. Have you been eating much lately? You also look like you've lost some weight."
Tomoyo was really worried about her friend, she had seemed really depressed lately. She looked pale all the time, had been losing weight, falling asleep during all of her classes, and it had been progressing over the last couple weeks.
"Oh, maybe I've just caught the flu, I heard that it's been going around. I'm fine it's not like I'm depressed like that girl in the fan fiction we were reading." Sakura faked a laugh.
"Are you sure there isn't something going on? Maybe something with your mom, or maybe your dad? Oh my gosh! Did your dad come back, is he bothering you? Just tell me and I'll make sure you have a bodyguard with you." Tomoyo started rambling about bodyguards.
"TOMOYO, I'm fine. I really am, I'm being serious. So, just trust me. Ok?" Sakura put on an innocent but serious look.
I hope she believes me, I really don't want to add a bodyguard to all of my problems. I know she just wants to be a good friend, but it's really none of her business. It's my thoughts, my feelings, and MY problems. Why can't she just leave me alone, she's like Touya used to be.
a look of sadness crosses Sakura's face
"Are you really sure you're ok?" Tomoyo started looking worried again.
"Yes, now will you please stop worrying about me?" Sakura pleaded.
"Ok, if you're sure then. But if I see you getting any worse I'm going to start worrying again" Tomoyo reluctantly agreed.
I know I'm thinner than I used to be. But with my mom broken the way she is, we have to live on what dad pays us and what I earn on my own. With all the bills we have there's barely enough for the things that we need like food and clothes.
They both sat down at their desks since class was about to start.
"Class, please quiet down. I have an announcement to make." The classroom became so silent you could hear a pin drop.
Everyone wanted to know what the announcement was going to be. There had been a rumor going around that a new student was going to show up. But everyone dismissed it as what they thought it was, a rumor. But, now that the sensei was going to make an announcement they were all sure it was going to be a new student.
"Arigatou (thank you), well the announcement is that there is a new student. His name is Syaoran and he is from Hong Kong."
Great a new student, and boy at that. Great just something more to deal with, a stupid ignorant guy. Uncaring, selfish, and pig-headed. That's what ALL men are. I bet that he's gonna be one of the popular crowd. Just what we need, another self-centered person in this class.
"Hi, my name is Syaoran as you heard. I moved here from Hong Kong because of my family's business. There isn't anything else to say."
All the girls had their mouths wide open and were drooling. Syaoran didn't even notice this, but he saw Sakura who didn't even seem to be paying attention. She was in the very back of the classroom with a book. She had short honey colored hair and beautiful emerald green eyes. But when you looked in her eyes, you couldn't see any emotion. Syaoran wondered what could have happened to a girl that she became that way. There was only one desk, which was right in front of Sakura. Syaoran started heading over to his desk and was wondering about this mysterious girl.
"Oh my GOSH, the new guy is looking right at US! He's so cute, I love his messy auburn hair! SAKURA are you paying attention?" Tomoyo was whispering furiously to Sakura who was tuning her out.
"Huh, yeah sure. WAIT, did you say he was CUTE? That is just disgusting Tomoyo, you know how I feel about guys." Sakura made a face.
Syaoran sat down at his desk, got out a pencil, and put his backpack under his desk. He then turned around to face Sakura and Tomoyo.
"Hey, my name's Syaoran as you probably heard. What are your names?" Tomoyo giggled while Sakura sighed.
"Hi, I'm Tomoyo and this is Sakura. So, what is Hong Kong like?" Tomoyo asked.
Sensei cleared his throat and everyone looked at a blushing Syaoran, a Sakura who still wasn't paying attention, and a very embarrassed Tomoyo.
"All of you, detention after school!" The three of them groaned.
Great now I'm going to have to spend detention with that irritating guy. Just what I really wanted to do. Ughhhh, guys just make me so MAD!
Detention
Sensei walks in
"Since you three can't be quiet during class, you'll have to be quiet after class." he lectured.
Classroom intercom Will Sensei of classroom 301 please come to the main office?
"Ok, I'm going to have to leave you alone for a little while. But if I come back and you're talking you're going to end up dealing with the principal." Sensei said before he left.
"Sakura! Oh my gosh, I can't believe we got detention. This is sooooo boring! Good thing that Sensei got called away." Tomoyo said as soon as she was sure that Sensei was gone.
"Hmmmppphhh," was Sakura's only response.
"I know you're mad that you got put in detention with Li-san, but it's really not that bad." Tomoyo replied.
Sakura just gave Syaoran a death glare, which had been perfectly mastered for all guys.
After Detention
"Hey Sakura, I can't walk home with you today. Ok? Cheerleading tryouts are in 15 minutes so I got to go! See you tomorrow!" She ran off towards the gym.
I didn't think Tomoyo was the type of girl to try out for cheerleading.
As I walk home I see a couple sitting on a park bench under a cherry blossom tree. I recognize the guy, he's sort of a friend. Even though I hate guys, I can't bring myself to hate him. He was my friend before the divorce, and he helped me through that time during the divorce. We are only friends who say hi to each other once in awhile now. I guess our friendship kinda grew apart. He's with this girl who must be his girlfriend. He has his arm around her protectively, staring into her eyes like she's the only one in the world. Which is probably true, she's the only one in the world to him at least. So, I find myself thinking.
You know what hurts? When you see him, that guy who's extremely sweet, and that girl who's his girlfriend. You see them, sitting there together. Him with his arm around her, giving off a caring/protective/loving look. Playing with her hair and gazing at her like there's nobody else in world. You don't really like him in that way, but it still hurts. It hurts because you wish you were the one sitting with a guy that loved you more than anything else. A guy that takes weeks just so he can buy you the perfect present. A guy that can't stop talking about you. A guy that looks at you with such love in his eyes. Yet, you wonder how that guy you know can love someone so much being so young. But when you see him around her, you stop asking yourself questions. It's just that look he has, it makes all questions you have invalid.
The pain...the pain of knowing that there is nobody that loves you. The pain of knowing that there would be nobody to mourn over your death if you were to die. The pain of knowing that the thing you desire the most, is what life forbids you to have. That's true pain. (AN: What she wants the most is for someone to love her. She wants her family back to love her the most, but she truly just wants there to be someone who cares about her.)
Sakura's House
When I got home I threw my backpack on the couch. I didn't really want to start my homework at the moment. So I walked aimlessly through the house until I stopped. You know what I stopped in front of? A shelf, yup that's right, a shelf. This shelf holds pain, memories, part of my darkness. Do you want to know how a shelf can hold so much? It's because it holds part of my past. It holds photos of that happy time long ago. It holds mementoes that our family once held special. But we aren't a family anymore, these things hold my past. This shelf holds what my life once was, a reminder for the wrong that I committed, it holds my pain. I want to keep my pain, it's punishment for what I caused.
I look through the stuff on that shelf. The pictures with the happy people, a family, all smiling together.
Old photos bring back old memories, old pains. They let you remember wounds that didn't heal, fears and thoughts that didn't leave. Past mementoes bring back past thoughts. They bring back things that you didn't want to remember. But I keep them, because they remind me of my wrong.
Some thoughts are fond, but they still make you think of that happy time now gone. People say not to dwell in the past, but how can you do that when the past was the only happy time in your life. The past, when you knew who you were, and you knew that you wanted in life. What if the past is the place you would most like to be?
I'm so tired of being here. Why can't we go back? why can't we return to the past? To the way things were, the way life was?
I also see pictures of myself and of a once best friend. Someone I used to trust before she betrayed me. I see these memories vividly playing in my head. But the hardest part of all? The good memories, those memories that make you feel warm inside, they're getting fuzzy. Those times we shared, that special bond we had, now all just a distant memory. Those moments with my friends, those times with my family. They're fading, and soon they'll be gone.
These thoughts make my stomach become queasy as a tear slides down my cheek. It glistens in the light, until I wipe it away. My happiness, it's now something of the past.
Yeah, yeah, I know you all think I suck since I always have such short chapters. But the first one I was just seeing how people liked it and wastrying to decide what should happen next. The second chapter I thought was longer but it seemed shorter when I posted it. This chapter is short since it's like a connecting chapter for chapter 3 to 4. I don't like it since it's so boring so I made it short. But not to worry since chapter 4 will be up shortly. I'm almost done with it, I'm just going to write some more to make it longer.
PLLLLLEEEEEEAAAAASSSSEEEEEEEE REVIEW!There are185 hits on it, and yet I only get 21 reviews! It's so SAAAAAAAAAD! Well, if you aren't going to be nice and leave a review then maybe I shouldn't be nice and post chapter 4! HA! (a hyper author)
