A/N: I am so sorry for the forever update. I have this procrastinating problem and it really sucks. I'll try to be consistent from now on but I can't promise anything. Please enjoy this chapter and review (duh)

My eyes were heavy, refusing to open when I finally came to my senses. I opened my mouth and let out a yawn, stretching my arms above my head. Unwelcome sunlight shimmied in from a small window above. The glare hit my closed eyes and I inwardly cursed.

"Son of a bitch," I murmured, only then realizing how corny that sounded, so I resorted to flipping the sun my middle finger. Raising a hand to shield my face, my eyes cautiously opened and shifted their gaze to the watch on my right wrist. The bright green numbers arranged to form a foggy 6:32. That left 43 minutes for me to wake up.

"Also in that time, I have to clean myself up, eat, and finish last night's homework. Oh joy," I growled, sitting up in the bed. My body groaned in displeasure. Trying to ignore the aches in my legs, I swung long legs over the side. The wooden floor felt cold under my bare feet and I flinched at the touch. Floors were always annoyingly cold in the morning. Someone should make floors with little warming things in them so they never go cold. Oh yeah, that would be nice. Sighing I stood up and teetered over to the boxes in the corner, searching for my school uniform. Clothes flew through the air as my hands searched for the outfit.

"Dammit! Where did you run off to this time," I harshly said, frantically looking, "I can't get another detention for not having my uniform." My breath was heavy when I finally had gone through every cardboard box, unfortunately not finding the uniform that was MIA. I glanced up form the scattered piles, scanning the room. Soon, they spotted something and I slapped myself on the head. Slung over the headboard of my cot were a white shirt, plaid skirt, tie, and green socks.

"Found you," I sang getting up from my position on the ground, feeling quite stupid for missing the uniform and throwing all my other clothes around the room. I grabbed the outfit and headed out my bedroom door, sliding out into a dimly lit hallway. All the lights were out in the house save for a night light in the corridor. I wasn't surprised to see that no one was up yet. My family usually doesn't wake up until 9.

The door closest to mine was open, revealing a small bathroom. I stepped in, closing the door in the process. The clothes I held were thrown onto a hanger on the wall. A small shower was at my right and my arm slid behind the curtain, turning the faucets. Small droplets splashed upon my hand as the water rose into an arc. I peeled my pajamas off me and stepped into the spray. The cold water woke up my sleepy senses and my brain slowly started to function. Thoughts entered my mind, repeating the events of yesterday to me, making me remember.

'Ah, yes. Ami died last afternoon. What a wonderful wake up call. Thank you, brain,' I thought bitterly, striking the tiled wall with a closed hand. Monday mornings and grief do not mix like steak and potatoes, and they don't taste as good either: Unless it was a cake called "Monday Morning Grief". That would be a slight exception. But no one's done that yet, so you can completely ignore the exception. Hoo Yeah! Accidental hope raiser!

I slowly pulled myself away from my thoughts and washed my hair. The smell of strawberry shampoo overloaded my senses.

"Oh shit, strawberries," I groaned looking at the bottle. I try to avoid any scented hair products because having pink hair causes people to look at you anyways, I don't need scents to make them look.

"Ugh, I don't have time for this." Quickly, I turned the knobs and the water stopped. Wiping soap from my eyes, I attempted to step out of the shower but slipped instead. I just caught myself on the edge of the sink and growled curses under my breath. Today was starting out to really not be my day, though that seems to happen often. I fumbled for a towel, dried myself off, and then threw on my uniform. I glanced at my watch when I finished.

'7:00, that means I have…. 15 minutes,' I thought, mentally cursing myself for taking forever. I grabbed my toothbrush and comb, trying to save time by doing both at once. Of course, since things have to get screwed up, the toothpaste skillfully missed the toothbrush and my hair tie snapped.

"Gotta go, gotta go." After finding another hair tie, which is a great feat thank you, and brushing my teeth, I dashed out of the bathroom and slid down the banister, landing nicely on one foot, though teetering slightly. Clambering my way into the kitchen, I foraged through the pantry for food. I felt around until my fingers lay on a package of crackers.

"5 minutes." I stuffed the poor excuse for breakfast into my pocket and snagged my backpack from under the table. Do not ask me how it got there: I really could not tell you. Bounding towards the door, I snatched my flats up from the Welcome mat, and almost threw them onto my feet. Trying not to kill the door in the process of opening and locking it, I saw the yellow school bus creeping up to my stop. My mind willed my feet to run to the octagonal stop sign, arriving just as the bus came to rest. The doors opened and the bus driver was looking at me as though observing my every molecule.

"You're early, Sakura," she said, her voice gravely.

"People like me do have those rare moments," I explained, climbing the bus steps.

A/N: I hope you enjoyed this amzingly short chapter....