"Ringgggg"!
The bell that signaled the end of class echoed throughout the empty halls, being met with the screeching of chairs being moved and the yells of friends. Sakura Meliara Alaine Jasmine met with her group of best friends at the end of social studies class. She was glad that Social Studies class was over; it was one of her least favorite subjects in school. The group of friends started to break apart for the next last period class. Cladai, one of Sakura's best friends was the last one left, who also had the same class as Sakura, which was the drama club.
"Hey Cladai, thanks for waiting for me! I thought class would never be over, I can't wait to try on our costumes for the last time. Ms. Clarissa is starting to get me on my nerves with all these dress rehearsals." Sakura laughed. Cladai walked briskly, with her binder in her arms trying to make it to the auditorium before the late bell rang. "I know, what you mean. I can't wait either. Ms. Clarissa is starting to make me sick also; at least this is the last one, the shows actually today, finally."
Sakura Meliara Alaine Jasmine was a long name. Sakura's mother wanted her first name to be Japanese and also wanted a large selection for what to call her at home. It was a bit amusing to try to get used to being called with your middle name and first name. Sakura in Japanese was cherry blossom. When Sakura was born it was during the spring when the Cherry blossoms were in full bloom and when the wind was making the petals drift in the air. It perfectly suited Sakura. Besides Sakura's long name, she was no ordinary average 13 yr old student in a junior high school.
She always received good grades and was top of her class. Sakura had many extra curricular activities in and out of school. She was in the drama club, took Karate, martial arts, Japanese and Korean fighting arts, fencing, archery, was into sports, had gymnastics, horse riding lessons, plays the piano, harp, and flute, sang in a school singing group, and is a real bookworm.
Sakura's father was a teacher in Korean and Japanese fighting arts and had his own classes with other students. He taught Sakura with his own students after school. Both her parents let her take so many activities so she could enjoy herself and get her ready for when she had to apply for college and had to fill out what extra things you did on the application.
Sakura is half Japanese and half Korean. Her mother was Japanese, while her father was Korean. Many boys also followed her around and asked her out. She was very pretty in a boy's point of view. Sakura had the look of an Asian, but extraordinary eyes. She had very long dark brown hair that was almost black, soft clear porcelain skin, lips that were quite pink and glittering emerald eyes. Those eyes made her different, and sometimes Sakura wished they weren't so green.
Sakura's body type was also very different from all the other girls in school. Sakura was quite tall for her age, had a solid lean build, slender arms and legs which were muscled, and long slender fingers which were from piano, flute, and harp practices.
People thought of her as popular, but Sakura didn't want anything to do with popularity. Some people thought that she was crazy for having so many things to do. Everyone always asked, "How do you do everything?"
Cladai and Sakura were almost to the room. "What are you wearing, again"? Asked Cladai, her facial expression looking like someone who was trying to remember something. "Oh, a kimono, and a traditional Korean dress". They opened the door to the auditorium and found many other people all ready there. Cladai and Sakura both sat down next to each other in the seats provided. "Everyone, listen up. Today will be the last dress rehearsal before tonight's performance. Remember to come back to school at 6:00 P.M. So, lets not waste time, go and get dressed up in your costumes and get ready." All the kids scurried up the stairs and went in the dressing rooms all the way in the back quarters of the stage in a room.
Sakura received her time to dress up in her costume and wore her Japanese Kimono. When she came out of the room, people stared at her, including the boys. The under robe of the kimono was magenta pink with silver embroidery along the hem. The over robe was a lighter shade of pink with gold embroidered swans and flowers along the hem and sleeves of the robe. Her obi was a silk cream peach color, which accented her waist and hip. A beautiful fan was seen, stuck into the obi. Her hair was neatly done in a fast bun with loose strands framing her face. A pair of jeweled pink sticks, which matched her kimono, was placed into her bun, for a beautiful finish. Cladai, who was Korean, wore a hanbok, which looked very good on her also.
"So, Cladai, does it look good?" asked Sakura.
"Sakura, you look amazing! Where did you get that kimono, it's not the same one you wore last time. It looks extravagant." Sakura thanked her.
Sakura felt like blushing but couldn't because the Japanese people didn't show emotion and kept it blank and it was a habit she learned from her father and mother. Though her mother and father barely hid their emotions unless it was important. The rehearsal went on. The show was mainly about different styles of dances for different countries. Sakura had to do a fan dance with the other Japanese kids and a dance with the Korean kids including Cladai with traditional drums played by other Koreans who volunteered for the job. Before everyone knew it the time had passed very quickly and the bell rang signaling the students that school was now over.
They all worked so hard for the performance that they forgot to leave enough time to change and leave school. Everyone had to leave with their costumes on. Sakura was a bit worried about wearing this kimono out of school but quickly reassured herself because her mom was going to pick her up from school with a car. Surely I won't get it dirty or wrinkly in the car. Sakura went to her locker and opened the combination lock that was securely clasped onto the locker. She took down her light spring jacket and book bag and ran off to catch up with Cladai and everyone else.
"Bye, Cladai! See you tonight!" yelled Sakura. Sakura found her mom in the silver SUV, smiling and waving at her to come inside.
"Hi, mom." spoke Sakura in a gentle calm voice. Sakura's mother smiled.
"Hi, Sakura." My mother drove out of the parking spot and drove down the road, until they reached a red light. The car was in an intersection. The light turned green and the car turned right, when a car all of a sudden crashed right into the silver SUV. The impact of the crash was severe so the car toppled over onto its right side, where Sakura was seated. "Ahhh…" the crash was so fast and unexpected. Window glass shattered into a million pieces and shot through the air. Light glinted off the tiny little pieces of glass like diamonds.