The bell rang, period 4 is over and so is the day at school. The class hurried to the door and made their way out, flooding the hallways to reach their lockers. I was at the back of the room, placing my books in my backpack and making sure that nothing at my desk was left behind. My Uchiha key-chain was rustling as I closed the bag only to be approached by a boy with a grey sweater, which was too big but didn't look bad on him, and skinny jeans.

"So umm, partners eh." The blonde pat the back of his head with his left hand, he was trying to smile but was having trouble.

"Naruto right?" I raised myself from my bag and looked back down at the short blonde.

"uuh-eh yeah" He was nodding and looked at the floor, only showing his blue eyes when I looked away, they had this beautiful glow and even though he looked bitter, he eyes caught all my attention. He was holding his backpack by the straps and blushing lightly, I could tell he was not comfortable around me which was odd but I liked it, he was good looking and abnormally cute. "I'm Sasuke" I swung my bag on my right shoulder "Give me your phone number so we can plan when to do it and where."

"yeah s-sure." He got a blue pen out of his pocket "Do you have paper?"

"Write it on my hand." I stretched out my hand left hand to him. His soft, little fingers grabbed it gently, writing quickly digits on my palm. I could smell his hair, his head was right under mine. Writing down his cell number, he backed up and said "When are you free?"

"I'm not sure but I'll call tonight to answer."

"Okay, I have no plans for the next few weeks."

He stormed out the room and disappeared from my sigh shortly after turning the hallway corner. I guess working on this final project will be harder than I thought. I walk out the history classroom, take the exit nearest to the bus zone and meet up with friends by the waiting area.

"I'm stuck with Shikamaru." A blonde whined to her friends also waiting.

"You shouldn't be whining, I'm with that looser Lee." The pink-haired girl said.

"I'm with that blonde kid that always sits in the back." I said as I made my entrance to the circle of friends. They either stuck their noses to a cellular device with no attention given to anyone else or had a discussion about the last project for school, sharing who they got stuck with.

"Why are you whining Ino, Shika's a smarty no?" The brunet barked while lifting himself from his phone.

"He's just, ugh, a smart ass and kind of creepy Kiba." She shivered to the thought.

"Well at least he works, that blond kid Naruto never does anything in class." Sakura said looking at me, the moment she said 'Naruto' I had a flashback of the ocean blue eyes that mesmerized me.

"As long as he doesn't make the project harder than it should, I'm fine." The buses started up their motors and students started to walk over, climbing the front steps and sitting at their spots. We all said our goodbyes and made our way to the yellow buses. I got to my bus, walked over to the back and sat down next to my brother who was in sec 5 (grade 11), looking out the window. After leaving the bus zone, the bus took its usual road to Candiac, where I lived and soon I would be relaxing at home and possibly planning for the last project. Thinking about how to go on about the project but definitely thinking about Naruto, a boy I should have met a long time ago.

Walking slowly past the familiar gazes of hatred and disgust, I made my way to the locker I would meet every period, holding my backpack straps and looking down to avoid the eyes that met mine daily, everywhere. With a quick jolt, I opened my lock and swung the door open, only to witness a locker of badly placed and organized books along with clothes and other useless things. The inner side of the door had a mirror and I could see myself, a short blonde and blue-eyed boy with a face that barely knew what smiling felt like, only bitter expressions and tears.

Having past the entire day yet again lectured by the teachers for my late homework, and my habit to be late myself, the day passed by painfully slow, like most. Finally the weekend was here again, ending another torture of a week at school. Not being with anyone, whether at lunch, in class or at home, just made the solitude increase. No one talked to me, no one sat with me or helped me. I gathered my stuff and walked out the exit to begin my journey back home. The walk home was not long, I just had to walk for about ten minutes to get to my apartment, stopping only to get a drink at the corner store on my way. Opening the door to the apartment and walking a few more steps up, I stared into the silent room, slight noise from car exhaust and brakes echoed from the open window in the living room, allowing air to circulate.

I took off my shoes and left them oddly placed where they usually lie, near the stair railing. Leaving a sigh before collapsing on the sofa like a log, I relaxed and thought about my day with my head sunk deep in the couch cushions, my right hand freely hanging and the other laying parallel to the body.

"I hate school." I told himself with the cushions filtering the loud voice into a more silent outburst. No one was there to listen and I knew it, no one was there to tell me that I mattered to them or that everything will be fine. I lied there for a while, letting my mind calm to the ambience of silence. Then it came to me, the face of today. The face that made me feel different, I couldn't even speak normally when that face was directed to me. His eyes piercing mine, making it impossible to stare for too long. He was pre- WAIT! What am I thinking of. I'm not gay, haha that would be like the worst. Imagine being hated by everyone and then adding more hate by telling them that your were gay. Almost like asking to be bullied more, but he was pretty. His pale skin, strong neck, sharp eyes and hair. Even his voice made the hairs on the back of my neck stiff up. Sending a chilling wave down my spine. IS that what it feels like. that connection that makes people talk to each-other and eventually hook up. Is that the feeling of love?

All of this is making my body feel strange, heavy and simply odd. I took sloppy steps to the bathroom and placed my hands on the sink's sides, supporting myself to stand. I would stare at myself sometimes and wonder; will I ever matter to someone, will someone ever look at me and love me, will I die and no one care? That stuck to me, die and no one care. I would repeat it in my mind and stare into the blue eyes in the mirror, I need a drink. It's probably this weather that is making me feel weird, the late spring winds, the stormy and grey days in the Canadian skies. The time that nature wakes up from the long winter only to be welcomed with thunder and aggressive winds.

After drinking some water I went to my room and lied down on my back, placing my left hand on the back of my head and feet crossed. Half naked, only wearing my sweater, I was playing around with a pair of scissors. Carving little shapes and designs on my leg, it felt good. It felt... good. The sharp edge lightly scratching my skin, I wonder if. I stared to pierce my skin deeper, slowly. A thin stream of red started to flow, gently off my thigh, this felt good. I then realized something, I was smiling, and for real this time. A sincere smile, a honest smile! I got up and ran to the bathroom and put my right foot on the toilet bowl, what if I...

Cut deeper, aww yes, the pain felt so good. I could not resist but to let my head fall back out of the pleasure, oh god yes the pleasure. Why have I not done this before, I should do this more often, it makes me feel like all the 'bad blood' is being poured out of me. making me feel lighter and oh so much better. All the memories of the people staring at me are flowing out, leaving me without the constant reminder of the hate guided towards me. The scissors were running slowly parallel to the last cut, making a new one.

"mmmm." this is bliss.

My phone vibrated on the bathroom sink, what the, who is texting me?

"Wanna hang out tomorrow? We could discuss the project and maybe hang out afterwards, even sleep over if you want?" Was I dreaming, was that what really just happened. Maybe when I cut myself the world rewards me, maybe if I cut myself more I will finally make friends. I covered my pleasure marks with bandages and went back to bed, there I replied to the most popular kid at school with "sounds good."

When I wrote half-naked, I meant in underwear, just to make it clear. I'm working at a factory and for the sake of paying school I must devote time to back breaking labour, but I will write as much as I could. I apologize if my writing is terrible but I do hope some people would enjoy my first fic ever.

Sisu-Chan