Sakura brushed a stray hair out of her eyes. Of course, she had gotten up late and hadn't had a chance to brush it. Just what she needed, to look like an absolute mess on the first day of school.

She fingered her ring absentmindedly. That was another thing she had to worry about: someone discovering her identity as The Crimson Flame. Suffice it to say, fitting in with the popular girls was not her top priority, not that it would have been anyway.