Disclamer: I do not own Naruto, that is kishimotos... =(

A/N: he he he.. I just came up with this Idea last night and I've just sat down and kept writing and this is what I came up with. ^___^ It's AU but I think it has an intresting aspect to it. hope you all enjoy!

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Hope of being reunited was pointless. They were dead. They didn't even deserve the satisfaction of there only daughter wanting to see them again anyways. This is the way she thought and it wasn't gonna change any time soon. They might have left her with all the money she'd need for the rest of her life, but she wouldn't use it unless she absolutely needed to. This explained her living space. She knew that they had always been selfish, so selfish. And what they did only proved this to her. Confirmed what she always thought true. Life was a bitch. People are stupid. The only reason she continued to exist was to spite them, that and the desire never to see them again. She wasn't even sure if there was an after, most of the time she preferred to believe there wasn't. That way there wouldn't be any chance of seeing there faces again, but there was still always that chance.

To say this pink haired 17 year old girl had a bitter outlook on life would be an understatement. She fiercely awaited the one thing that she could find to let all her pent up frustration out. If she had her way, she wouldn't be in school, a job not needed. No, she would spend her days searching for that one thing, whether that be shooting things at a shooting range all day, traveling cross country in a car or by foot, travel the world or write. Write absolutely anything or everything that came to her mind. But she deduced, that might cause her to lose the frustration but go mad in the process. Going mad was the one thing she couldn't do, though to her it seemed that she was close already.

If one was to observe her, if only for a day they easily label her a disgruntled teen. One who was acting out, craving attention and should just be put in her place and all would be okay. She was thoroughly aware of this, for she's heard it before, they just weren't able to see the things that went through her head, her outlook on life or the way her brain worked. No this girl preferred to shy away from those people and break things instead, that always seemed like the better choice. See why they didn't understand how her brain worked?

This girl had always know she was different, always. Even before her parents and there selfish choices, she had always saw thing differently. Slightly rebellious with a hint of disgust at the world, and how people like her parents having all the money while so many people died unjustly, never knowing anything other. This, when her anger was high enough, would make her just wanna go on a rampage taking out all the rich corporate people who did this and scream in the faces of all the ignorant people, trying to shake some sense into them. Alas, she wouldn't though. She was to small for that, not just in terms of size but mentally. She just didn't have the will to care enough to try to fix others mistakes, even when she was younger. They knew the way the world was around them, if they had the will to change things for themselves, they'd try. This is the way it was for her.

To: the Reader

From: the Writer...

Haruno Sakura

The seventeen year old pink haired girl sat at her desk looking over the piece of paper she'd worked on all night. She almost laughed at how trivial the paper was, but nonetheless, she spent so much time on it, and no it wasn't a suicide note. She looked it over again before shoving it in the drawer of her desk, deciding that if she were ever going to write an autobiography, that it was gonna be her intro. She looked over at the window and saw that the sun was coming though her window.

'Beep', 'Beep', 'Beep' Her alarm began to go off, getting up she switched it off with a sigh. Another night with no sleep, sooner or later this insomnia was going to catch up with her, worst of all it was her first day at this new school. 'Another year, another school' she thought getting up and looking for a towel in her tiny room.

The room in particular was in utter disarray. There were crumpled up papers that littered the area on and around her desk, due to her almost obsessed impulse to write the intro to an autobiography she more likely then not ever write at all. Clothes in random places, mostly on the floor by her closet. The bed next to the window wasn't all neat, but you could tell no one had slept in it for a while. Other things such as pens, paper, art supplies and random things could be found scattered around the room. She had lived there all summer, yet she never really got around to straightening up at all.

Finally she found a towel in the bottom of her dresser. 'Since when do I put those there..?' she sniffed it to make sure it was even clean. It smelled like dryer sheets. 'Must be from when I just moved in..' she mused before picking out some clothes from her closet then exiting her room and walking into the bathroom. The young girl lived in a tiny one room apartment not to far from her new school. There was a small living room with a medium size T.V. and a barely used couch. There was an art easel in the corner and this room was also in disarray as far as misplaced papers discarded on the coffee table and end tables. The kitchen was tiny and the stove was never used. An irrational fear of getting to close to fires even candles, anything that radiated heat or to hot of water was the reason. The microwave and takeout was her best friend when it came to eating. But mostly she would just eat whatever was in her fridge or cuboard that didn't need to be warmed up.

After finishing her shower, she exited clad in a red t-shirt under a black zip-up hoddie, black fitted jeans. Her just-above shoulder length pink hair was pulled back in a pony tail, while some strands hung loose and framed her face. Walking back into her room she began the search for her shoes. She hadn't left the house in quite a few days and couldn't remember where she had put them. After ten minutes of searching her apartment over several times, she found her black converse underneath the pile of clothes nearest her closet. After putting them on she quickly put a few pieces of bread in the toaster. After they popped up, she quickly ate them and grabbing her black and red messenger bag she had set out the night before and head out the door.

She had left her apartment later then she'd planned thanks to the escapade she went on to find her shoes in that mess she called a living space. She still had the walk to her new school. "Great... Now I'm probably be late for class." she spoke out loud to herself . Deciding to take a shortcut, the girl took a left down an alleyway. She'd been living in the area all summer so she knew it pretty well. While walking down the alley, something near the end caught her eye. She picked up her pace and stopped when she reached it; a cracked window that was resting on top of a garbage can.

This is where her 'No this girl preferred to shy away from those people and break things instead, that always seemed like the better choice' came into play. There she stood and just stared at the glass, first looking at her reflection, then through it. She saw a glimpse of her jade eyes before her fist went through the glass. Withdrawing her hand and watched as the newly formed cuts on her fingers, knuckles and the back of her hand started to drip red. 'Now I'm for sure I'm gonna be late' she thought, setting down her bag and began looking for something. A few moments later she pulled out some disinfectant and a roll of gauze bandages. After she was done cleaning up the cuts, she began to wrap the bandages around them.

When she was all done she placed the medical supplies back in her bag, picked it up and began her walk toward the school. She just looked down at her now bandage covered hand and sighed. "I'm really messed up.." she said. Then when she thought about it she got irritated "Now I'm gonna get even more weird looks then I would have, great!" she says sarcastically throwing her hands in the air.

When she got to the school she walked inside and looked around for the main office, she was already 15 minutes late. Over the whole summer she never bothered to ask anyone her age in town were the main office was, but luckly for her it was right as you walked in. Walking into the office she spotted a lady with short brown hair and striking brown eyes sitting behind the desk typing away on her computer. Walking up to the counter, the lady looked up at her and stared for a few moments then gave her a smile.

"You must be the other transfer student. I'm Shizune." she said, the smile never leaving her face. She just nodded in reply, the word other 'other' standing out in her mind. 'So she wasn't the only newb this year' she thought as she watched the lady type away at the computer. "Haruno Sakura, your first class is in homeroom with Kakashi in room F7. Normally hes never on time, but since it's the first day he has to be." she said handing Sakura her schedule. When She took the schedule Shizune looked questioningly at her bandaged hand but said nothing.

"Thank you" she replies, giving the kind woman a slight smile. Then turning around, she left the office and went in search of room F7. Finding the right wing was hard, she had been to a school with a similar layout before, but that one had been better organized. The only two wings in this school that were in order and close togetther were A and B, the rest were scattered. There was no D but there was an M.. that made no sense. When she found the class room she was already a half hour late. 'Oh well, I still have an hour left.' She could have gotten there soon had she not taken a right when she left the main office instead of a left, that and she was already late so she took her sweet time getting there.

Completely dismissing the idea to knock before entering, she just opened the door and walked in. Suddenly the slight chatter that had been coming from the class quit and she could feel eyes on her. Immediately she sent mild glares towards them, but was interrupted by someone clearing there throat. Turing her head she saw that it was, the teacher she assumed, who did it. He seemed slightly irritated that she just barged it but at the same time bored. She surveyed the class, There was a blond boy who looked like he was having a hard time staying still, a shy looking girl with a slight blush on her cheeks sitting next to him, a girl with two buns atop her head and a stoic looking boy beside her. That's when she saw him, he was sitting in the back of the class, looking as stoic as the other boy she saw but he seemed more like he had a stick up his ass, irritated most likely by the girls who were ogling him and watching his every move. She almost pitied him.

"You must be the other new kid." he said then turned to the class "This is Haruno Sakura, Sakura please tell us about yourself." She knew this was coming, happens every year.

"Kakashi already told you my name so I won't waste my breath telling you again. I like breaking things, that doesn't just include inanimate objects," that made a few people flinch, "What I don't like is people, people talking, people in my personal space, people are stupid." with that said she turned back to Kakashi.

"Allright.. well done. Well I guess you can go and take a seat next to the other new kid." he said then sat back down. Sakura just stood there and gave him a Are you kidding me look. 'How am I supposed to know who's new, I've never seen these people! I'm new too,' she screamed inside her head. When she didn't move he looked at her kind of confused, but than it clicked. "Sorry, you weren't here for his introduction, Uchiha Sasuke, raise your hand." he replied. When she saw the stoically pissed off guy from the back of the class raise his hand, she immediately felt glares from the girls on her. she almost laughed a little, it's the poor guys first day and he already has a massive fan base, no wonder he was pissed. Now she does feel sorry for him.

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A/N: TA DA! and there we have it. Sasuke has shown up by the end of the chapter, unlike my other story. though originally, I wasn't gonna have him show until shortly into the next one. And if your confused about the layout at the school, its based off my high school, and it's different than most and that's the layout. Oh and its right when it says shes a half hour late and she has an hour left. My school has the 4block, witch iswere you have 4 classes a day for an hour and a half, and 2 lunches.

... wow longer a/n then I meant... oh well!! oh and it'd be nice to have reveiws, I like to know what goes on in the readers minds!! lol ^___^

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