Hi Guys! So here is my animé story! I took a lot of your guys tips into consideration, so here toi go! :D REMEMBER 2 REVIEW!!!!!!!!!!!!! ^^
Chapter 1
“Sakura……….” A voice called out to her in the distance. The girl turned. She had chocolat brown hair, and sea blue eyes. Her name was Sakura Hayashi. A boy stood in front of her. He had dark black hair, and black eyes reminding her of death; beautiful death. Sakura stepped vers l'avant, vers l’avant to the boy, in a trance. He touched her face gently and faced her.
“I l’amour You.” He a dit firmly. Then, he bent down and kissed her.
Then, Sakura woke up.
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“Ughh……..That dream again?!” She mumbled to her self as she rolled out of her bed. She had had that dream every jour for as long as she could remember. But, every time it had always ended with that kiss. Sakura had always wanted to know what happened next, but she always woke up. Sakura loved that boy extremely but she could never tell anybody about it. After all, it was pretty stupid to be in l’amour with a dream boy. Sighing heavily she got up, and got dressed in her uniform. She picked up her backpack and ran in the backyard. Her fruits were growing nicely. She smiled at the sight of them. She had worked extremely hard on them after all. Quickly, she watered them and left her garden.
“Good bye, my little children.” She a dit smiling and she walked to her school, dreading a lonely day.
10 min. later
“He’s dating her!! Ohmigosh!”
“He is sooo cute!”
“That homework was sooo hard, wasn’t it?” Chatter poured through the crowd but
Sakura silently walked through the hallways, alone as always. She was liked par no body, treated like dust. She had always tried to talk to other but they just gave her the cold shoulder. None wanted her. But, Sakura gave herself a small smile .She was fine living the solo life. After all, she had her fruits that she was working very hard raising. She went to her homeroom class and plopped down in her siège all the way in the front. The teacher smiled down at her.
“Hello Sakura-san.” He said. “Why don’t toi go talk to some of your friends? Class doesn’t start for another 10 minuets.” Sakura sighed in her head. How stupid could teachers get? Hasn’t the old man noticed par now that she has no Friends whatsoever? But, putting on her best smile she a dit “No, that’s ok, Sensei.” And she began working on her studies.
After School
The moment the cloche, bell rang, students poured out of the doors. Within a minute, Sakura was alone. She sighed sadly and trudged out the door. She wondered if she would ever have any friends.. ou even a boyfriend. Right now she had a mini-crush on Keito Karusama but he was the most populaire boy in school, and he was already taken so… Sakura made her way home, and quickly finished up her homework. She glanced at the clock. 6:30 it read. She had 3 hours to do………..nothing.
“Mmm… I guess I’ll just go walk around town.” She mumbled to herself. She got dressed and quickly checked her plants. They were sprouting beautifully.
Somewhere in a distant galaxy………
He stood there watching her from his portal. She was walking around town, appearing to be alone.
“Ridiculous…” He muttered. “Who goes around town without Friends ou even a boyfriend? Don’t all teenagers nowadays fall in love?” He chuckled. “But then again, you, Sakura Hayashi, are not a normal girl.” He called out.
“Sensei! I’ve found her! I’m certain that she is the one we shall use.” An old man stepped out from the darkness. He smiled and rubbed his long pearly beard. “Very well… proceed as planned.” The young boy nodded and snapped his fingers. He then transformed into a very familiar boy, in Sakura’s eyes. He had dark black hair, and black eyes of death; beautiful death. The old man laughed.
“Yes, this will surely blow her away… She’ll be so in shock of the similarities between me and him, she won’t be able to think straight! And then…I’ll-“ He suddenly stopped.
“No.. I won’t say. This will be a surprise! A VERY WONDERFUL SURPRISE!!” Then , an evil laugh sprouted from his throat and he laughed, laughed and laughed some more.
