I do not own Cardcaptor Sakura or it's characters, CLAMP rightfully does.

Chapter 1: Sakura Kinomoto

I gazed at my uniform. A new school year that any other girl would be excited. Me, I hated it. I was in my junior year of high school and I had already turned 17. I couldn't wait until I was 18, then everything would be mine. I personally wanted to burn the uniform and everything that I had to wear. Sadly I sighed.

As quiet as possible I got ready for school. Fixed my hair, applied light make up, and walked to the bathroom to brush my teeth. I'll be damned if I am not well groomed. I scrubbed my teeth for the rightful two minutes thinking of possible subjects that could give me trouble. To my luck I was done with math unless I really wanted to take another class…uh…no I think not. I was personally much better at science and history than trigonometry. I spat the toothpaste out and washed out my mouth with a small swig of water.

My eyes went to the vanity mirror. I hated myself, of what I had to become. Black stringy hair that was haphazardly pulled back, Pale skin as if I hadn't seen the light of day for years. Too top it off my eyes were now jade green hidden well behind coke bottle glasses. I hated the person that stared back at me. In one year she'll be gone. I had to smile a bit with that thought. I opened the bathroom door to see the only person I hated more than me.

She was beautiful physically, truly no. My mother taught me the beauty resides within. She had slightly tanned skin from visiting tanning salons religiously. Her hair was now a strong vibrant red color. Her eyes were devilishly green and hated the site of me. Even her voice made me shiver, like an ice cube falling down your back. Her name is Momoko Kinomoto, my half sister.

I shuddered as I let her walk past talking of all the cute guys she will win over this year. I went back to room and decided to wait until she came banging at my door for me to hurry. I felt it was better in my room than to wait downstairs where I could run into my stepmother. I glanced at my id card.

"Sakura Kinomoto."

I said sadly. I knew that this year would be like any other. Quiet, depressed and unnoticed by many, Sakura Kinomoto.