Angeliuzi: Sorry for the late update. Everyone's sick, so im kinda running around doing things for them. Its a pain. So heres the story. Enjoy!

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chapter 1

(a/n: age 17)

Akira sat in her dreary bedroom, by the window sill thinking about her past. It had been 8 years since she last saw the orphanage. She could barely remember it now,it seemed like a fading memory far in the distance, if she tried to pry too deep, it would vanish leaving her with nothing but pieces of broken dreams. Just like everything else that had vanished. Her father, Syaoran, and the hope of finding Touya in Japan. Nothing good had come out of the adoption. Nothing at all. As a matter of fact, her life was worse off now, then ever before.

Akira heard the front door open and slam shut, she held her breath, he was in one of those moods. She heard the keys being thrown at the stairs, and braced herself for whatever he had planned. But nothing came. She sighed with relief when she heard his snoring.

'Too much booze' she thought quietly opening her room door and heading towards the kitchen. She sometimes wondered why he had adopted her. Was to find someone he could vent off his anger on? Someone he could molest in his privacy? Or did he just need a female figure around the house to take care of him, because he obviously couldn't take care of himself. Akira gulped down a glass of milk and hastily packed some food. She wasn't going to take it much longer, she had, had the last straw. This was her only opportunity, she knew she had to get out the moment she had seen him murder her stepmother,Ayame Kitigawa. But she couldn't, not then. He had threatened her to secrecy, he had beaten her to secrecy, he had suffocated her to the near point of death. He had scared her so bad, until he knew she wouldn't bother trying to run away, because the fear would always remain in her heart. He thought she still feared him, but he was wrong. She had lived with his abuse for 7 years. For 7 long years, and now she had become cold and distant. At school she was an outcast, a glare from her would send away any girl or boy who wanted to be her friend. Her once mesmerizing eyes had now become dull and seemingly old. The smile that plastered her face long ago, seemed to have been erased completely.

Akira quickly grabbed all the packed food, and dragged it upstairs to her bedroom. Her bedroom, ha! How laughable, more like a dingy little closet, but we won't get into that. She shoved two pairs of pants, a couple of shirts, pads, (a/n: hey a girls gotta be prepared.lol) her money and her food into her bag. As she forced open the tiny window she heard him groan.

'oh shit, he's waking up!' she hastily grabbed the bag and shoved it into her closet, hiding it underneath some clothes. She jumped into bed and covered herself with blankets, pretending to be asleep.

"Get up! You worthless piece of crap!" he yelled as he walked into her room. "What the fuck do you do all day? Huh? Tell me! Is this all you do? Come home from school and sleep?" He threw off her covers and slapped her full force across her face.

'Hmm, that's gonna leave a bruise' Akira thought, she made sure to keep her eyes bowed. If she avoided his glare, it would be a better day for both of them.

After a lot of cursing and slapping he walked out of the room, claiming he had to "take a piss". Akira got up from the ground, to where she had been knocked and ran downstairs to the kitchen to wipe her bleeding forehead, and knee. She would have to endure another day before she could leave. Today she had gotten lucky though, it wasn't as bad as before but her knee was going to burn for sure.

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Akira ran out the door, half limping, just barely catching the bus. She wore a t-shirt two sizes too big for her, and ripped jeans. These were the only clothes she had left, he had refused to buy her anything.

Xx Flashback xX

"I-I need n-new clothes" Akira whimpered as she held on to her bleeding leg, where he had, just moments ago, launched his empty beer bottle.

"You need WHAT? Clothes? Girl, if a whore like you wants clothes, you should go BUY THEM. Things don't come for free, you hear?"

"Bu-But I havn't got any money." she dared to reply, but then again, what else could he possibly do? Her leg was already bleeding.

"I havn't gotten any money she says," he mimicked her as he slapped her across her head "USE YOUR BRAIN, get a JOB." He said before walking out of the room, leaving the helpless bleeding figure on the ground.

Xx end of flashback xX

That's exactly what she had done, she had gotten herself a job. Nothing fancy mind you. She worked as a janitor for a local superstore. She had gathered enough money to run away and make a living for a good year. But when he found out, he stole almost all her money, claimed that she was "hoarding all his cash", pointed out how ungrateful she was before he severely beat her and disallowed her job, he also made it very clear that she was not to leave the house under any circumstance unless it was for school. She was sure he would have taken her out of school, if it were not for the law.

Akira walked into home room, late as usual and took her seat at the back. She prepared for a long sleep but suddenly felt two pairs of eyes staring right at her. She turned around to see a boy with chocolate brown hair staring at her. Was he new? She couldn't remember, neither did she want to, she just wanted to drift off into a blissful sleep, and thats exactly what she did.

Akira pov

"AAAH!" I cried, as I heard the shrill bell go off. I kinda, jumped out of my desk. Oh shit, now everyone's staring at me.Meh.Who cares. Grabbing my bag, I walked out of the class and made my way to my locker. I remember when I first came to this school. It was HELL. No wait, it was WORSE then hell ... is that even possible o.O? Ugh, stupid memories flooding in. 'Sakura, forget about it, just forget about it all.' Oh great, now I'm talking to myself.

"How can this day get any worse? " I muttered, completely jinxing myself because the next moment I saw the. worlds.biggest.bitch walking towards me. I swear its like she MAKES it her business to embarass me. Hmm, I guess an explanation is needed. Well, in this school the students are generously put into specific casts. Yes, the oh so shitty, stereotipically biased classes that we seem to think only exist in stories. How is it stereotipical you ask? Well, the jocks date the cheerleaders. The cheerleaders are bitches. Anyone who TRIES to date a jock and is NOT a cheerleader, seems to always rethink the decision after coming to school with much more then a bruised eye. Hmm, what else? There's the middle class -- this is where the average students reside.Average meaning, your not a jock, your not a cheerleader, and your not ugly. The low class belongs to those who are not so average. Definition? The 'geeks' who help the populars, a.k.a the jock and cheerleaders. The punks, and the average who are ugly. AND, drum roll please. LAST BUT NOT LEAST. we have my group! yay!

I was being sarcastic.

We are the castaways, the deportees, the untouchables, shunned, friendless, pathetic .. yes, the outcasts. No one talks to us, no one bothers to help us when we are in trouble, we.just.dont.exist. I honestly, dont care. I am VERY happy not existing, VERY HAPPY. But, Naeko doesn't seem to realize this. Oh, Naeko is, you can say the head honcho, of all the cheerleaders. They trail her like little dogs just begging for a treat, but what else can be expect from little tramps like them. Anyway, the point is, she despises me. She tries to make my life as shitty as she possible can, and now she's headed this way.Great.

EVERY boy stared at her as she walked through the hallway. What do they see in her anyway? What so special about her black hair and black eyes and red skirt and red top and red earrings and red shoes ... jeez whats up with all the red? Not to mention the red eyeshadow, and the red lipstick, AND THE RED FRIGGEN BRACELET.

"How about, YOU, watch where YOUR going," I said greatly emphasizing my "yous". Honestly, who does she think she is? I swear SHE just walked into ME, and told me to watch where I was going.

Great, now the hallways silent and everyone's staring at us, hmm best to get this over with. Oh wait, shes saying something ...

"--- dare you say to me?"

"...I dare..wait, what?." I am so lost, maybe I should listen to what shes saying...

"Look at her, shes drugged" Naeko was laughing

"Do I look like a druggy?" This one is dense, very very dense.

"Do I look like I want to talk to you?"

"Hey, no offence but its not like I started the conversation. It was YOU who started socializing with Me" Hehe, now shes red. wow. Words have so much power.

"Shut up BITCH!" she slapped me! ..

damn I wish there was something I could do. Verbally, Im alright, physically? I will never try.

"Yea exactly!" Naeko walked off as I watched her. I couldn't do anything, I didn't even know how to fight. God, I hate my life. Why do I even bother .. ?

Normal P.O.V

Akira walked towards her locker slowly limping,as she opened it, she was pummelled by five different girls. No, the girls did not spring out of her locker, they were directed by Naeko. Sakura felt like hell, when they were through. Her lips were bleeding,and she had a huge bruise on her forehead, just adding to the one her kind father had gifted her. She noticed the hallways were empty, as she fruitlessly struggled to get up. By her third attempt, she gave up and just sat by her locker willing herself not to cry.

A dark figure walked up to her, and as his shadow covered her pale face she looked up.

'It's that guy from homeroom, wonder what the hell he wants.'

"hey, you ok?" asked the boy kneeling down.

Akira's eyes slanted, why was he being so nice?

"I said, are.you.ok?" he repeated slower.

"Im not deaf, I heard you the first time." Akira replied, monotoned

"Oh."

"Yea, I'm fine" she sighed 'just as fine as a person whose just gotten jumped by five girls'

"Here let me help you" He said grabbing her hand and pulling her up. "I'm Sasaki, Rei"

"Kitigawa, Akira" ' Why do I always use that stupid name. If it wasn't for Ayame, liking it so much, Id just call myself by my real name...Sakura.'

"Do you need help?"

"No, I'll be fine." She replied as she walked home. The one that she wished never existed

Angelicuzi:

so how was it?

o btw if ur confused, they changed sakuras name to akira .. and her last name is no longer kinomoto, its kitigawa. D just to clear up anything.

nywhoo i best be going

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