Disclaimer: It's not mine, nor is Law and Order SVU, or Ramen Noodles… lol quirky disclaimer…

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8:03... 8:04...8:05 Brrrrrrrrrrring.

'Aaaah! It's time, they'll be here any minute. Look at those kids walk by, they look so cute!'

A little girl, most likely a sixth grader walked up to Sakura and said "Excuse me, is this the band room?"

She immediately replied "Why yes it is sweetie. What's your name?"

"Emilee." she said, ducking away shyly.

"Well hello Emilee, and yes, this is the band room. I'm your new band director Mrs. …Sakura."

Emilee was just thinking how lucky she was to have such a nice teacher when about 20 kids rushed by her, causing her new teacher…Mrs. Sakura… to clamber after them, calling for order. She knew then and there she liked her.

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"Kids, settle down, kids!" Everyone totally ignored her so she gave a piercing whistle, and everyone stopped and stared awestruck. Then they clambered around her begging to be "taught how to do that!" She told them first they would have to learn to play a scale on their instruments. The kids all looked at her cluelessly. She realized she was getting severely ahead of herself, and asked all the children to pull out their shiny new instruments. They did, and she noticed all had new instruments except for little Emilee, who pulled out a battered cased flute, covered in nicks and scratched. She wondered about it, but knew better than to ask. She set to teaching them that number one, they wouldn't be playing their instruments for a while, and number two, the basics of reading music.

After the first bell rang, Sakura happily let out her breath, which she had been unknowingly holding. She, unlike most teachers, had a period to relax until third, in which the intermediate students would be coming in. That would be a hard one, kids that had already played. But the biggest test would be when she had to confront her high school students…

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Syaoran sat at his desk, and waited for someone to call. He was really getting sick of his part-time job of selling real estate. Or, carrying coffee to the true real-estate agents. He tapped his fingers on his desk when the phone started ringing. He blinked, picked the phone up and said " R and J Real Estate, how can I be of service to you today?" "Well," the caller replied " You can start a bubble bath for me and cook me dinner before I get home. That would be a definite start. Then a foot massage wouldn't be a bad idea, if it's a really good one, you'll even get brownie points." "Ma'am I'm sorry, but we generally draw the line at back massages here at R and J." Sakura giggled and told him about her day so far. Beginning and Intermediate had gone well, and it was about to be sixth, High School time. He wished her the best of luck and told her his boss was giving him the evil eye. He hung up with a "No, thank you Ma'am and I look forward to our meeting tonight." His boss looked at him approvingly and moved on, letting Syaoran breathe a sigh of relief as he passed. 'Back to nothing…' He thought dismally. Then "Li, could you get me some coffee?" "Sure Mr. Brightington."

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Isabella sat at her desk, daydreaming about tonight's date, with tonight's date daydreaming about her right behind her. He couldn't focus on anything except for the gorgeous blonde in front of him. She sighed lightly, and he smiled behind her. 'Can't get me off her mind either… Good, at least the feelings mutual…'

She felt his smile and thought 'Hmmm, guess he's caught on to how I feel about him, tonight should be enjoyable…'

Tomoyo sat at the desk behind Isabella, and was scribbling furiously at her wedding gowns design, 'A bit of lace here, a threading of pearls there, yes, yes!'

Adam sat next to Matt and was wondering, yet again, why he had agreed to take this class with Matt, even if they did score some hot chicks right in front of them, surprised he had never noticed them before their date. He shrugged it off, and kept doodling his sketch of an airplane, dreaming of after class things.

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Sakura walked into her high school band room and looked around. Everything was perfect, she was ready for her first group of semi-accomplished musicians, at least she hoped so. They came in, in groups of threes and fours, a few twosies, a couple loners, all with instruments stuck in their hands, or slung in some way so they didn't have to carry them. They all stared at her openly, and somewhat hostilely, because they had just lost their band director, a month before school started, and weren't open to the idea of someone so young teaching them what they were so sure of.

Sakura had somewhat lucked out, she had got a band so close to her apartment, who already knew their music and over half of their sets. She hadn't had to have a band camp, because they'd already had one, and they were pretty good, from what she'd heard. There were about 90 of them total, which she hoped and prayed she could handle, and she was ready to get started. So, she got on the podium, and told them all to take a seat, they should know where they went.

They all took their sweet time setting up, and sitting down, then they started talking immediately. She tried yelling, her whistling, then remembered her automatic reaction to being to being called to attention regardless of who it was. So, she did so, and they all stopped immediately and snapped to attention. She smiled secretly and told them she knew how it felt to lose a band director, she had when she was a kid, and she was sorry for their loss. But they owed it to Mr. Hamilton to work their hardest, and this years season would be dedicated to him. They respected her for her opinion, but were still a little leery of her.

She asked them to get out their music, and she got ready to do her first conducting as a band director. She had had a year of drum majoring, and all of her college classes, but she still felt like she was going to puke all over them. She got started, got caught up in the music, and was amazed at how well they were doing. She had never been that good on the first day of school. She, hadn't even played on the first day of school. She then put her focus back into the score happy as a pig in mud.

The final bell rang and everyone was heading out. She watched the kids leave, walking out in the same little groups they had come in, laughing and chattering, and called out "Don't forget, practice Tuesday and Thursday!" Then she mumbled "And I have loads of drill to write for you guys…"

As she was leaving her office a girl walked in and said "Uuuuum, just so you know, you can't take Mr. Hamilton's place, and I don't think you could be even half as good as him." Chastity's heart was pounding and her hands were sweating but she wanted to put this Mrs. Sakura in her place before she tried to take Mr. Hamilton's place.

"Okay Hon, number one; you are extremely rude and you need to calm down your attitude…" That received a definite sniff from Chatstity. Sakura gave her a look.
" And furthermore, I have already explained to you I am not trying to take Mr. Hamilton's place. I needed a job, this was an opening. I like it here and I like what of you kids I've seen so far. I'm truly sorry about Mr. Hamilton, but someone had to take over, and if it wasn't me, it would have been someone else. So, how about we start over and forget this little incident?"

Chastity thought about what Mrs. Sakura had said and realized she had been a tad rude, and she shouldn't vent on some poor new teacher. So she shook her head up and down and smiled saying "Okay, I want to apologize. You seem like a really nice person, and I know venting on you isn't helping your first day so I guess I'll head out, see you tomorrow."

"See ya…" Sakura thought about Chastity's outburst and decided there had to be something interesting behind it, and she was going to figure it out. But until then, she had to go home and write drill. Yay.

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Sakura and Syaoran sat chatting animatedly on the couch, laptop in Sakura's lap, cell phone in Syaoran's hand.

"So yeah, that's exactly what she said. I think she must have been good buddies with the Mr. Hamilton guy or something, or has a very bad reaction to death…"

"Probably the former, she sounds like they might have been close, maybe she's having a pathological shutdown."

"Quit watching Law and Order SVU Syaoran, it's not healthy. Kinda like Ramen Noodles, the show is too available."

They both laughed hysterically, and decided they needed some sleep. They went to bed and Syaoran shut off the light.

"You know what?"

"What!"

"Chill hon, I was just going to say I love you."

"Oh," Sakura said smiling happily "Well in that case, I love you too…"

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Mrs. Li sat at her desk composing a letter to her son, thinking of the right words to tell him. All she could come up with was

"Dear Syaoran, how is everything going in the states? All is well here, pretty much… How is Sakura-Chan? Can I expect a grandchild soon? I have something important to say but…"

The letter sort of trailed off there, unsure and unhappy. She sobbed as she thought of the possibility of never seeing a grandchild, never having a little brat to spoil. At the thought of not seeing her son reach thirty. She just sobbed for it all. She prayed daily that the chemotherapy would work, that losing her hair would be worth it, that this would just go away. After more thorough testing, the doctors gave her a better prognosis, saying she could very well walk off scot-free, but she was scared, so scared… She began to write again…

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Ya, I know story of my life, I never write yadayada. Sorry, I've been busy, but now summer's here, more time to update. Please review, thanks for reading…
ShinyK