'xXooOO00OoooXx'
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Do you ever have that dark feeling inside yourself, and you can't seem to get it out? Where you clutch your legs together, and lean against your chest but you don't seem to find what you're really trying to achieve? That happened to me. Sad and sober, and this is my story.
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if i remember
- far, far away
the future shines into forever
beneath the
beautiful blue sky,
we were frightened, but only a little
It had to happen so fast, I clutched stiffly onto the edge of my bag. I looked to my right, students where filing into class chatting with friends next to them. They all seemed cheerful, how could they be?
In nostalgic colours, a window is stained
I could see a silhouette of a man behind a window. He didn't seem all that happy either, but I could barely see his face. I turned away from him and slowly stepped upon the rocky path. Everyone else seemed to be a lot faster than I was; it was almost like I was being left behind…
to turn
behind, can we meet again
the future continues into
forever
beneath this huge billboard,
I want to see the fading
of this time
I imagined someone taking it all away, everything that made me sink. Someone that was willing to create my life into happiness. He must be here somewhere, just not in my reach.
to those never met again,
somewhere
open a window
I somehow managed to get to class. Students where mumbling in whisper as I sank into my seat. I dragged out my bag, opened it, and prepared for the dread that was about to come…
if i remember - far, far
away
the future shines into forever
beneath the beautiful blue
sky,
we were sleeping, eternally
I could have sworn that was the same boy. The boy in the silhouette behind that window. His face was dug into his hands, and he only held a pencil lazily in his hand. He seemed to not want to be here, just as much as I didn't want to.
Who
I liked so long ago
in winter I heard will have a child
the
thing that is decided from long ago
once in a while I begin to
want to doubt
it was never forgotten
His pitch sharp eyes seem to slant, while the back of hair spiked back. Some girls oogled at him, but he didn't give a care. Why did people find that so attractive? I regret thinking that, he slanted his shoulders slightly, increasing that aroused look.
I wonder if there will there be a photo in the next New Year's card
He grimaced at the ceiling, while some girls urged for his number, holding a paper in their hands urging for a response. But he wasn't going to give one. It seemed so obvious, everyone knew. Those girls should see how foolish they really look. But who can blame them? When you're trying to achieve a dream of loving someone, and asking them love back can be a high priority.
The thing that we could not
do
comes to me so nostalgically
Why must I be dragged into this response? Me, Haruno Sakura at Hine, the most famous high school in Konoha was melting into his beauty. This was pointless.
'xXooOO00OoooXx'
I suppose it wasn't as bad as I thought it would be- all I had to do was sit there, fading into the background. 'High Priority' was all they seemed to talk about. This was the best school; it did the best and only the best. One small mistake and you could be gone for good; but my damn test results urged my now gone parents to attend Hine. The school I now officially hate.
"Haruno."
It was him, that gorgeous black haired boy looking straight at my face holding a stack of papers.
"Pass them back."
His voice melted into me. I reached out to grab the stacks of paper he had spoken about. His face had no expression, but I was now growing tired of calling him, 'him'. What was his name? We had the whole year ahead of us, I'm sure I'll find out some point…
I tossed my papers behind me. The class moved on, I was glad I could sit behind him. I swear, If I can't figure out his name soon, I'm gonna start calling him 'sexy'.
"Roll Call." My new teacher for second period spoke.
Right, this was my chance. He listed off the names: Hyuuga Neji, Sabaku no Temari, Yamanaka Ino…
Some would raise their hand, others will reply with a 'here' or a 'hey.'
"Uchiha Sasuke?" The boy in front of me said nothing. I guess it wasn't him, I saddened.
"Is Uchiha Sasuke here?" He repeated.
The boy shifted in his seat, somehow managed to raise his hand slightly. A couple of girls in the back squealed. I tried to keep my voice down, but mildly stare at the teacher.
"Hn." He mumbled. My eyes widened, it was him! My heart settled slightly, at least I knew his name.
Uchiha Sasuke