Hi there! This is my very first fanfiction ever. I've found that I enjoy reading stories where they text/email/etcetc, and figured I could try at writing one, since I enjoy reading them so much 8)

So anyway, yes. This is my first story ever, so I'm really sorry if it's terrible! Give me some love and criticism, and I'll try my best to grow with my story!

Dear Beautiful-Pink-Sparkly-Diary-of-Sparkles,

Let me start off with the big decision I have made. I will now write it down on paper and underline it to make it official: I have decided to get over Sasuke-kun. Forever.

BECAUSE I AM A STRONG, BEAUTIFUL, INDEPENDENT WOMAN.

…At least, that's what I like to tell myself when Sasuke-Kun-Love-of-My-Life-Sasuke-Love-Love replies to me with his stupid expeditious grammatically incorrect sounds. No, really. This was the conversation we just had. Like two minutes ago, before I ran away to sulk and to scribble my thoughts down in you, my beautiful pink book, you.

Beautiful-strong-independent-woman: Hi, Sasuke-kun! How's your day so far?

Iceblock: Hn.

Sad but beautiful: Oh.. Uhm. That's great too. How was class?

Jerkblock Iceface:…Hn.

Spited beauty: Right…I think I hear the Pig calling, I'll see you later Sasuke-kun!

Insert running away here.

Now tell me this: do I look like one of his fangirls? I get the exact same response as his fangirls. After years of non-replies, it really destroys a girl's hopes and dreams, it does.

I'm writing in the bathroom, of all places, locked inside the stall in the farthest corner, sitting on the toilet lid. Hiding my shame from the world. SHAME! Well. Shame and..Ino. I'm afraid to face her; she'll know something's wrong and I'll end up telling her and I'm afraid I'll burst into tears in the middle of History class, where Sasuke-kun sits exactly five seats to my left, right next to a window. Though, I doubt he'd even notice if I burst into tears if it weren't for the throngs of people who would draw attention to me. The only reason he'd probably even look over at me would be because the noise from my piteous sobbing would annoy him.

Sigh.

It smells so bad in here. What the hell, seriously, I thought girls didn't take craps. Like how girls don't sweat, we perspirate. We don't fart; we pass gas, etc, etc. It should not be so egregiously disgusting in here.

But I'll have to take it like a woman, because I'm in here to really rethink my non-relationship with Sasuke-kun. Without disturbances from any loud and random blondes (I'm looking at Ino and Naruto here.) We've known eachother since we were 2. One would think that after so long, I'd get used to his not-attention, but no. It still hurts every time he treats me like one of his silly airheaded fangirls.

So, Pink-Diary-Of-Cuteness, that's why I have decided to officially get over Sasuke-kun.

Ooh, my darling Blackberry is telling me I have a new message, successfully taking me out of my sulking! Yay for social networking!

Conversation with: BeautifulinBlonde

BeautifulinBlonde: Betch! ARE YOU IN THE BATHROOM SULKING AGAIN?

You: No..

BeautifulinBlonde: DON'T LIE TO ME; I'M IN HISTORY RIGHT NOW AND YOU'RE NOT HERE. WHERE ARE YOU.

You: I've decided to drop out and work full time. I'm too annoying to deserve education.

BeautifulinBlonde: Brb.

You: You're leaving me in my time of NEED? When I feel so ugly and worthless?

You: Piggy? Hello?.. )':

Conversation with: RamenKing!

RamenKing!: SAKURA-CHAN!

You: Yes?

RamenKing!: why did ino just beat the shit out of me and teme?

You: SHE WHAT?

RamenKing!: yeah, we all got kicked out of class. im sitting in the hallway with ino and teme right now

RamenKing!: oh yea, and where r u?

You: I'm coming.

Dear Fantabulously-Pinkish-Pretty-Diary,

I'm sitting in the frikkin' office right now, waiting for my turn for Tsunade-sama's fist of fury. Fist of judgement? Whatever. The point is I have a bruise on my hip that's absolutely throbbing right now. And Ino, that fat boar, looks completely beautiful and unaffected. I hate her. Let me recount for you, oh Fabulous-Diary of mine, what happened...

"WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO TO SAKURA?" Was the first thing I heard on my journey from the girl's bathroom on the second floor towards the History class on the third. I decided to stay behind the corner to see if there's any information Ino-Pig can get for me...Hehehe.

"OWW! Ino! Why'd you have to hit me?" Naruto.

"BECAUSE! You two MUST have done something. Forehead's sulking in the bathroom again." Why does she make it sound like I'm always sulking in the girl's bathroom? It's not like I'm in there all the time!

"Hn. What's your point. She's in there all the time..." Sasuke-kun? How could you betray me like this? I am SO not in the bathroom a lot! I'm -HEY! He noticed me! Happy tear. "...It's like she has some sort of bowel problems or something."

Hey! What the-NO, Sasuke-kun. Just NO!

"Teme, don't say that about sweet Sakura-Chan!" Oh Naruto..Sweet, sweet, Naruto. I can always count on you.

"He's right, you know. She's in there because of you." Ino..? Why are you telling him that he's important to me? SASUKE-KUN IS NOT IMPORTANT IN ANY WAY SHAPE OR FORM. He is a non-entity. Totally, completely, and utterly undeserving of the heart that I have NOT given him. I'm not swimming in The Nile or anything, though.

"The TEME? Why would she be sad over him? WHAT DID YOU DO, TEME?" Oh Naruto, sweet, oblivious Naruto..

"Hn. He's right. Why would she-"

"Because! You guys are such...BOYS! How can you not notice this?" ...Oh my god.. Ino.. You better not..

I'm seriously considering jumping out from my corner and TACKLING some sense into Ino right now. I don't think it's likely that she's going to get me any information. She sounds more likely to GIVE AWAY THE MOST IMPORTANT SECRET THAT I HOLD THE MOST DEAREST TO ME EVER."

"How can you not notice?" INO YOU FAT BOAR YOU BETTER NOT FREAKEN TELL SASUKE THAT I- "-That silly pinkette has FREAKEN BEEN IN-"

"AHHHH-"

"ARRGHHH!"

"SAKURA-CHAN!"

"INOOOO!"

"FOREHEAD?"

"Hn."

"QUIT THAT RACKET, I'M TRYING TO TEACH A CLASS HERE!"

And that, dear Diary, is why I'm in trouble now. It's all because of that fat pig that I call my best friend. Why is she my best friend again?

So... There we go! Sorry to put another A/N, but I just wanted to know: what do you guys think?

Love and review!

Love,

Caramel.