Author's Notes: Well, now that I've started adding these things I can't very well stop, now can I? I've been rereading this as I've been posting it, and I can't help but notice how childish the writing style is. (Which, considering it's supposed to be told from a ten-year-old's point of view, primarily, isn't such a bad thing, but still. I'm glad I've improved a bit since writing this.)

Enjoy!

(Sakura's POV)

"Sakura! Wake up! Do you know what time it is already?" Kero yelled in my ear.

I struggled under the covers, flailing wildly to escape the tangled sheets. I only succeeded in getting myself trapped in a cocoon of my comforter. With a sigh, I rolled off the bed and crashed onto the floor. Calmly, I freed myself from the sheets, stood up, and brushed myself off.

Then the sound of my alarm clock rushed in. I ran back over to the bed to shut it off and check the time.

"Oh, no! We're supposed to be at Tomoyo's house in 15 minutes!" I shouted, running around my room.

I hastily threw the disheveled covers back onto my bed and started to get dressed. I stumbled blindly into the bathroom while my shirt was stuck over my head. Then, I quickly brushed my teeth and hair.

"Hurry, Sakura!" Kero called.

He grabbed the deck of cards from my desk and put them into my backpack. I picked Kero up, set him in my backpack, ran out of my room, and bounded down the stairs. Dad was making breakfast by the stove, while Toya was drinking coffee at the table.

"Morning!" I greeted, putting my bag on the back of the chair.

"You were really loud, stomping around like a dinosaur," Toya teased.

"I'm only loud when I'm in a hurry, Toya."

"Whatever, little sis."

Toya drained the rest of his coffee cup and stood up. He grabbed his bag and headed out the door. Dad set a huge stack of pancakes down in front of me. They were almost too pretty to eat, with whipped cream and strawberries on top. My dad is a great cook.

I shoveled pancake after pancake into my mouth. Kero uttered a small cry that was muffled by my backpack, but it still caused my dad to look up.

"What was that?" he asked, adjusting his glasses.

"Nothing," I said, pushing myself away from the table and standing up.

I took my dishes over to the sink and gave my dad a hug. Then I took my backpack off the chair, slung it over my shoulder, and headed for the door. I put on my rollerblades and sped out the door.

"Forgetting something?" my dad called.

I spun to a halt. "Oh!"

I raced back to the door, where my dad was holding my knee and elbow pads.

"Thanks, Dad!"

He smiled and walked back inside as I shot off around the corner. I glided as fast as my skates would take me, racing against the clock to Tomoyo's house. Kero climbed out of my backpack and sat on my shoulder.

"You know, Kero, that was cutting it close, back in the kitchen," I chided.

"But those pancakes smelled good, and I'm hungry!"

"I'm sure Tomoyo fixed you some treats. She sure does like you."

Kero grinned. The air smelled good after a long rain. It was clean and fresh. Some of the trees were still soaked from the recent storm. I closed my eyes and leaned back, letting the sun warm my face. It was a great summer day.

Tomoyo lived in a huge house on the edge of town. Her mother was the president of a big toy company, so Tomoyo gets to try out a lot of the products they sell. A lot of it comes in handy when capturing cards. She's also the only person I know who has bodyguards.

Tomoyo has a beautiful singing voice. Even the Clow Cards thought so. She was a really big help capturing the Song Card, because she lured it out of hiding with her voice. And I'll never forget how bad I felt when the Voice Card stole her singing voice before her big choir concert. But it all turned out okay because Syaoran helped me.

"Hey, isn't that it?" asked Kero, pointing.

"Huh?" I skidded to a halt.

Sure enough, we were right outside the big white gate of Tomoyo's house. I guess I had been so busy daydreaming I had forgotten where I was going. I pressed the button on the gate.

"Hello?" said the voice from the box.

"It's Sakura Kinomoto; I'm here to see Tomoyo."

"Come on in." The gate swung open.

The grounds around Tomoyo's house were as beautiful as ever. There was a huge fountain in the center of the yard. Several gardeners were busy trimming the hedges and pruning the large rose bushes. Lawn mowers whirred loudly from either side of the house.

"I'd forgotten how pretty Tomoyo's house was," I said aloud, to no one in particular.

Tomoyo was waiting for us on the front steps. I skated up to the door and stopped.

"Are we late?"

"No, you're just in time. Syaoran and Meiling aren't here yet. Come inside, and we can start making tea and cookies," Tomoyo said.

"Alright!" Kero cheered.

"Mm-hm," I agreed.

I pulled off my skates and followed Tomoyo into the house. She led me into the large kitchen, which was usually swarming with cooks, but they had the day off today. Tomoyo began pulling ingredients off the shelves.

"We should make a cake," Kero said.

"Good idea. Sakura, do you want to make the tea?" Tomoyo asked.

I nodded, filling the teapot with water from the sink and setting it on the stove burner. I heard a loud thump, then a giggle, and turned around to see Kero covered in flour.

"Oh, Kero." I sighed happily.

When we were done baking, we sat back and admired our handiwork. A large strawberry shortcake, a plate of cookies, and four cups of tea sat on a tray to be carried up to Tomoyo's room, as soon as Syaoran and Meiling arrived. I carefully dropped a sugar cube in each cup of tea.

"Perfect timing," Tomoyo said.

I turned around; standing in the doorway were Syaoran and Meiling.