Reflection

Chapter one: Why

Hi. My name is Sakura Kinomoto. More exactly, the former Sakura Kinomoto. Now I'm just a shadow of her. I'm a girl with the face and body of Sakura Kinomoto. But the soul is gone. I'll explain it to you.

I was just another normal cheerful girl with a normal life with lots of friends and a very popular boyfriend. Although my mother died when I was very young my friends supported me. But now they are my friends no more...having a boyfriend who can have any girl he wants made things worse...hear my story...

I am on my way to school. Just skating past the beautiful cherry blossom trees, they were in full bloom today. On the way to school I saw Tomoyo in her limousine. She was my best friend. Did I mention she was rich? Her gorgeous wavy, long, silky hair and her amethyst eyes were enough to make almost every man swoon, bringing her into the popular world. I tried to wave to her but Tomoyo couldn't see, she was too busy talking to somebody sitting next to her in the car. I couldn't see whom. I didn't care so I stopped trying to get her attention. I sighed and continued skating to school. Tomoyo's limousine easily passed me and soon enough was out of eyesight. When I reached the school I saw my boyfriend, Syaoran getting off his gear bike. He was looking perfect, just like he always was. Cute amber eyes, chocolate brown hair, every girl wanted him. They were all jealous of me. Sometimes I get uneasy when I am walking with Syaoran because girls might glare at me with envy. A few times I had wondered, "What if Syaoran leaves me?" After all, I'm definitely not the hottest girl in school. Running over to Syaoran, I hugged him. He smiled at me. Then we walked hand-in-hand to class. Everything seemed normal. Jealous girls, Syaoran, Tomoyo...Tomoyo...who was she talking to in her limousine? Oh well, I'll ask her later. I had the perfect life. Sitting down at my desk behind Syaoran, I started to stare at his back. How his hair waved in the smooth breeze coming from the open window beside him. How perfect he was... Then out of the corner of my eye I glanced at Tomoyo. She looked the same, just paying 100 attention to the teacher. The teacher...I quickly moved my gaze to the teacher, Ms.Manly. Weird name huh? You'd think she was a gay guy trying to look like a woman teacher. Trying to listen to her, I perked up my ears and started to take notes with my favorite pen. The pen was a cherry blossom pink, my favorite color, a bit of purple morphing in with the pink was on top; it was my first present ever from Syaoran. I kept it like it was gold. I accidentally made a mistake and forgetting that the marks were written with ink, not lead, I took out a random eraser from my desk and rubbed leaving an ugly blue mark on the eraser and a smudge on the notebook. "Oh no!" I said out loud, the eraser was my treasure; it was the first gift Tomoyo has ever given to me. It was shaped like a sakura petal; the scent was of course, the smell of cherry blossoms. Since it was Tomoyo's first present to me, I treasured it dearly. "Ahem. Is something the matter Ms.Kinomoto?" I suddenly realized Ms.Manly was talking to me, I had forgotten I was still in class. My classmates stared at me, like an idiot, I turned red, "Uh...ummm...nothing is wrong Ms.Manly..." Gosh! Now I'm even babbling like an idiot. "Well then, please do not speak in class." Ms.Manly glared. Boy, be glad not everybody is like her! When the class turned back again to Ms.Manly after my "interruption" I thought I saw Syaoran wink at Shelby, a girl from the U.S. You could tell by her name. She was also the most popular girl in school. I hope it's just my imagination...

To be continued...

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Here is a sneak preview of the next chapter:

I saw a brown ruffled jacket on the couch; I suddenly realized that Syaoran had left it. I glanced at the clock it was ten thirty, too late to return the jacket now. Oh well, since my own laundry isn't done I'll wash them together for him. I guess I'll return it tomorrow...a strange scent coming from Syaoran's jacket distracted me from my thought, could it be? Perfume...