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Chapter 1
She was always loyal, always brave. Her parents were murdered on her 13th birthday by the nastiest person in the kingdom (AKA her mother's sister's sister-in-law), her friends disappeared from the face of Earth after she was captured and sent to jail, and her relatives? Only two of her closest, immediate family is still alive—besides the nastiest person in the universe—bailed on her and disappeared. But, Sakura couldn't blame them. But, she would blame her aunt's father for moving her best friend and her other beloved aunt far, far away into a obscure region in Avalon Kingdom after news of her (framed) homicide reached his orthodox ears.
Everything that she did that was good was supposedly evil. No orphanages accepted her donated money, rape victims called the police when she helped them, as well as held-up stores. Everyone thinks she's a brilliant evil mastermind all because of her stupid relative—but she's not going to try to dispel the brilliant part because that is true. She is brilliant even without any education. The nastiest person ever bloody framed Sakura for her parent's murder, when she was the one who really did it.
She was the rightful heir to the Avalon Kingdom, instead a girl—a female with no wits whatsoever—will be replacing her. They wanted a lady to represent the kingdom, not a murderer. Sakura scoffed at the notion of her killing her parents, why would she? Her parents were her best friends and very, very caring. Only idiots would think she had killed her parents! 'The entire kingdom is filled with idiots. They don't trust me because they're idiotic and I don't trust them because they're idiots,' Sakura thought as she walked through a deserted alleyway.
A familiar gruesome sting of blood, yelling, bitterness, and rust hit her like a tornado.
She ran.
So far, no one had ever managed to catch her. She is the most wanted rebel in the kingdom; whoever caught her will receive a lot of money.
'I've never been caught—NEVER, now here I am in a courtroom,' she thought while staring out of the courtroom's window, remembering the needle-like arms of officers pinching her arms, trying to handy-cuff her, a gun's barrel on her back, threats, where else she was to tired to fight back. If she was strong enough, she could have disarmed all of those fools and ended this "game" in three seconds flat, but five boys and girls age of 8, and were taught to hate her, even as a rebel she was not heartless she would never harm little kids, they threw rocks and beated her with sticks, she still did not hurt them. So, when she was captured she didn't (nor could she actually) fight back. Sakura flashed an ice-cold death glare at the officer that caused everyone to shiver
"All rise for Judge Sonomi Daidouji," the officer commanded her.
When she heard that name her breath got stuck in her throat. She couldn't believe her eyes as the regal judge walked across the room. 'Why, oh, why out of all the judges in the kingdom it has to be HER!' Sakura frantically thought. Even stoic and cold Sakura was gulping inside now.
"Kinomoto," Sonomi, her once—and maybe still—beloved aunt motioned her to come forward.
Sakura walked up—not that the shaking was visible to anyone—to the podium.
The judge stared at her and said. "Kinomoto, your sentence in prison will be—."