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Chapter Five

"First Day"

Sakura was sitting alone in the cafeteria; everyone was staring at her with disgust. Everyone around her judged her before even getting to know her. The eyes of everyone around her held nothing but frustration and anger and all of it was directed towards her. She's all alone. Slowly and silently, she started crying as the feeling of loneliness devoured her. Trying hard to keep her moment of sadness to herself she buried her face in her hands; she didn't want to be seen by those around her.

Everybody hated her. Everybody loathed her very existence. However, amidst those people, a boy extended his hands towards her to give her a hug. His body was very warm and she felt utmost ease in his arms. Within his arms she was safe from eternal darkness. Within his arms she felt loved.

Her tears stopped. Her mind became occupied with wanting know whose arms she's wrapped so tightly and warmly around with. She wanted to know who he was, the boy who made her feel happy.

As she raised her eyes and looked above to distinguish who her savior is, the sudden noise of the alarm clock woke her up. Eyes still tired and too lazy to open, she ignored the racket her alarm clock was making and tried recalling what she just saw. Just when I was about to look at him, perfect timing! She couldn't help but feel immense hatred towards the clock. Yes, it is an inanimate object but at times like these, you couldn't help but think if you're being tricked behind your back. With a great amount of force she turned the alarm off but unexpectedly it fell on the floor from too much strength. 'Serves you right…" she said following it with smirk.

She stood up and opened the thick cherry curtains. It was still dawn; the sun hasn't fully risen yet and it was still dark outside. The sun's bright rays could only reach shallow parts of the streets and houses. She turned to the party-pooper lying on the cold wooden floor. Really perfect timing… feeling somewhat upset over it. She picked it up; it was 5:18 in the morning. It was her turn to prepare breakfast, though she felt lazy and sleepy she had to do it nonetheless.

Sakura listened to the silence as she dragged herself downstairs. If it's my turn to prepare breakfast then today is…ugh… Monday. And Mondays only meant one thing to her – a week long of hell. Not to mention this certain Monday is the first day after their summer break. With that in mind, she continued her way towards the kitchen.

She was the only one awake. Both her father and brother were still enjoying their peaceful slumber.

Before everything else, she drank a glass of cold water. And then turning back to the refrigerator, she got three whole eggs and a pack of ham on the freezer. Lastly, she prepared every utensil and other ingredients she'll need.

Her drowsiness made her yawn. As she heated the pan, she got bread from the nearby cabinet and started toasting them two at a time. Once the pan was hot, she placed a little oil and then started cooking the ham. While it cooks, she took a clean plate and placed it nearby.

She finished all the cooking as well as the toasting well before 6:00. After gently placing three fragile plates, metal forks, and bread knives on the table she went back to her room to get dressed. On the way to her room, she knocked on both her father and brother's doors to inform them that breakfast is ready.

Finally, she finished all that she was assigned that morning. Upon arriving at her room, she took a quick bath then changed into her school uniform. She looked pretty even on her school uniform, making her stand out but not in an usual way.

When Sakura arrived downstairs she saw that both her father and brother were already dressed and were just waiting for her to arrive. She took the empty seat besides her father. "Good morning, mother," she waved her hand at the photograph beside their table, and then they started eating.

It was 6:40 in the morning when she waved goodbye to her father and began walking with Touya who was on his way to school as well. Touya is studying at a nearby college, and this year, he would be graduating.

The streets and all the other places were no longer dark. The sun has fully risen and the sunlight warmed up her lean body.

Touya waved and said, "See you late Kaiju!" as they arrived at the last intersection. Waving him goodbye as she, too, left for school. Seeing that she still has a little more time to spare she slowed her pace. As she strolled through the empty streets she couldn't help but think of how hell would present itself that semester. Before she even noticed it, her feet brought her to her destination.

She arrived at the campus, many students filled the school grounds all greeting their friends and laughing hard due to one's funny story that occurred during summer break. Some were just making their way to school like her.

Upon reaching the school gates, eyes peered at Sakura. As she passed through them they looked at her with disgust. Nobody's face was familiar to Sakura. It made her wonder why they all believed the silly rumors circulating around her when they don't even know her. Of course she never voiced this out. Nobody believes her. And nobody will ever will.

She tried her best to ignore everyone around her, although it was proving to be quite a difficult task with all the murmuring people were doing. People who happened to be on her way would quickly step away as if she had an incurable disease or something sickening. This treatment wasn't new to her. It was a common thing for her however it varies from how many people do it and how they do it.

No matter where she went, the horrible accusations and taunts followed her. She will always feel their horrible and cruel actions towards her. Unending agony and pain will be a frequent feeling. Words that impair her soul will be heard in every direction. The moment her foot stepped at the school grounds hell became adrift.

She made her way, trying hard to ignore the people around her but had a difficult time doing so. Before anything else, she needed to change her footwear into something more appropriate for school.

As she opened her locker, she saw three letters next to her shoes. In modern times it would seem that they are love letters, but unfortunately they weren't. They were letters of rage. Even thought she knew that it would hurt her feelings since things like these weren't so uncommon last semester, she still reads them earnestly.

The first one she opened was the smallest one. Inside was a colored paper, color of red and black to be exact. It said:

I really hate that you're back here in school. I thought you'd have enough self-respect not to enroll this year, but you still did. I wish you didn't come back here because you only make other people feel bad about themselves. Everyone here loathes you, so why come back?

Serena Woods

As she finished reading the letter, a sudden agonizing feeling came over her. She never did anything that would make others feel bad about themselves, she never had any plans nor will she ever make one. She was surprised that the girl placed her name in the letter. Maybe she wants to say that she's not afraid of me? Sakura thought. She opened the next one:

I'd love it if you'd just leave this school! You're horrible! Telling lies about others and not thinking of their feelings. Why start gossiping about me when I don't know you in the first place? Saying that I cheated on my girlfriend, guess what? You did a very good job and we broke up last semester! Hope you had fun ruining my life! Thanks a lot, whore!

'Cheat? Who? What? When?' She asked herself without end. For as long as she can remember, she's never made up a story or a scandal about anybody. She never had the intention of hurting anyone, better yet ruin a relationship. Maybe he said it to his girlfriend, and said that I was the one who started to gossip. I just need one proof to make him fall down on his knees and beg me for my mercy. she thought darkly, blaming everything on her number one suspect – Syaoran.

She tore the last one open, it was in an envelope, and all the letters were written using uppercase letters in red ink. It said:

GO TO HELL! YOU DIRTY LYING BITCH! HOPE YOU'LL ROT IN HELL! HOW DARE YOU PUT MY NOTEBOOKS INTO THE TOILET AND PUT IT BACK ON MY LOCKER!

HERE! THANKS FOR THE PRETTY PICTURE OF YOU PLACING IT ON THE TOILET! DO YOU KNOW HOW HARD IT IS TO STUDY WITHOUT NOTES? YOU BETTER TAKE CARE OF YOURS BECAUSE I'LL MAKE DAMN SURE YOU'LL EXPERIENCE WHAT I WENT THROUGH!

A picture fell on the ground; she picked it up and looked at it. A girl was dumping notebooks on the toilet, and unbelievably enough, she looked like her from the back. Her hair was auburn like hers, curls at the edges were almost one and the same, and the photograph was taken perfectly. It looked as if it was really her. The girl in the photo was only visible from the back but she was sure it wasn't her. However, it's really hard to prove since she looks like her long lost twin sister even though she doesn't have one. She never ever thought of doing such a horrible thing, moreover photographing and sending it. Oh how she loathed who did that!

After reading her hate mail, she took her shoes and changed. She didn't cry over things like these because she's gotten used to it for the past two years. Little by little, she learned how to become, even in the slightest ways possible, numb. However there are immeasurable heartaches that cannot be disregarded.

She normally just places the letters inside her backpack. She keeps letters like these and never hold grudges against the people who hurt her. Only her number one suspect deserves such hatred and resentment.

Now everything became clear. She's despised for crimes she never ever committed. Only a person close to her would be able to make such flawless misdemeanors, a person very familiar to her. The made-up crimes were very well planned indeed. Which makes all the people think that she's the one doing it, added their silly alibis.

She knew defending herself wont get her anywhere. For countless times she's been trying her best to clear things up, but never was believed. Popular people do have power in school, and lots of it actually. The power to manipulate, overrule, and even influence others' thinking.

She looked at her watch; she still had enough time to reach their classroom. Not bothering to look at the expression on the faces of the people she passed by, she walked to class.

She slid the door open when she reached her destination. Similar and new faces greeted her with a surprised look on their faces. Some girls began to whisper to one another.

"She's in our class?" asked a girl in front.

"I thought she'd leave school after all that?" asked a boy not far from her.

Everyone started whispering to each other and Sakura knew they were all whispering about her. "Sakura-chan!" Tomoyo called out loud enough to be heard, "Come on, the teacher's about to come," Tomoyo yelledvwhile pointing at a seat beside her.

Hastily and wordlessly, she took the seat besides her best friend, Tomoyo. "Uhh… not her," she heard the boy beside her groan in displeasure.

"Good morning, Tomoyo-chan!" she greeted her with a forced smile on her lips, ignoring the boy next to her.

Tomoyo, who knew her best friend more than anyone else, noticed that she was just acting. "Received today, too?" she asked as though it was everyday she got letters.

Sakura placed her hand on her bag, and got the letters. The three letters were in her hand showing it to Tomoyo, "Got only three today!" she said in a proud voice. It was as if she thought three weren't enough everyday. Tomoyo tried to go with it so she smiled back.

Tomoyo honestly felt sad for her best friend. She felt that Sakura was never mean to anyone to carry such burden. She was too innocent, too pure to do such things and this greatly hurt her. "I'm so sorry, Sakura-chan," Tomoyo said with deep regret.

"What are you apologizing for? It's not your fault."

"I just…" she couldn't say everything. "Just remember that you always have my shoulder if you want to," assuring her that she would never leave her side, and that she'd always be there to listen to her. Even strive hard to comfort her if possible.

This made Sakura feel better. Seeing that Tomoyo was still there for her she answered, "Thank you so much, Tomoyo-chan," as she held out her tears.

Tomoyo stood up to give her a little embrace.

Not long after, the bell rang and then the door slid open. There came Syaoran, who was almost late but was able to make it in time. He got to his seat as some girls giggled when he passed by. Syaoran is one of the popular guys in their school. His good looks, perfect physique, mysterious aura, talent in sports was what every high school girl wants in a guy. Unfortunately there's this one problem that every girl has found in him – his girlfriend.

Almost all the girls in their class felt excited the moment Syaoran stepped into the classroom. "I can't believe he's in our class! I'm only able to look at him from afar. Now I can see him everyday!" the girl in front of Tomoyo said to the girl beside her.

As soon as Syaoran entered the classroom he looked for a free chair. Sakura followed his movements, she stared at him without end; eyes filled with hatred and anger. Unfortunately, since nobody wanted to sit next to and in front of Sakura, it was the only free seat in class.

"Stop ogling at him!" shouted a girl who got everyone's attention.

Most of the people laughed including Tomoyo, "Now you know how much competition you need to get to him," she whispered to Sakura.

"Tomoyo-chan!" but before she could protest some more, their teacher arrived and in perfect timing, too, since the bell stopped ringing.

All stood up to welcome their teacher. "Good morning class!"

"Good morning, sir!" the whole class greeted in return. And with that their first day started.

Sakura's day started the way it started for the past two years – peering eyes filled with hatred and anger, gossip everywhere, words that hurt more than actions do, hate letters in her locker, and the most unfortunate thing she considers: the person seated in front of her.

At last, after about three hours of ass-numbing English and Japanese History, they were given an hour break. On the ill-fated side of life, their teacher gave them a long homework to be passed on Thursday.

"Hey, Li!" she shouted before Syaoran could leave the room.

He turned to her, "What?"

With the picture she got earlier in her hand, she approached him. "Does this person look familiar to you?" she asked him straightforwardly as she handed him the picture with an angry look on her face.

Syaoran took the picture and examined it. "It's you dumping someone's notes on the toilet. Good job," he taunted her, following it with a pathetic laugh.

This was the answer she was expecting so instead of asking him the same question, she retorted with the same tone of voice he was using. "And since when did I have this tattoo?" pointing out the butterfly tattoo on the shoulder of the girl supposed to be her.

Surprised, Syaoran looked at it once more. There really is a tattoo, and Sakura's eyes saw it just right. He thought back, thinking real hard if he knows a girl who looks like Sakura and has a butterfly tattoo on her shoulder. Nobody looks like Sakura the way the girl on the picture does but there is one girl he knew that has a tattoo – Naomi. "You got a new tattoo?" he asked ending their conversation with a proud smile and then he left the room.

Sakura always had conversation like this, since she started receiving letters. Unlike the previous confrontations though, his expression changed when he saw the tattoo. Something was up, oh and how she wishes she could catch him red-handed. Unfortunately she's never caught him, let alone have a proper conversation with him.

"Never changed, huh?" she mumbled weakly to herself.

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