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A Scattered dream is like a far of memory. A far off memory is like a scattered dream.

I want to line the pieces up.

Yours and mine.

To know who you are is something most never understand. No one seems to know who they truly are. I used to think I knew who I was. I was the captain of the cheerleading squad and the most popular girl in school. I was at the top of my class and had loving parents and an adorable little sister. Everything changed overnight. It was the during my junior year of High school and we all went out to the movies. It was on the way home when our car was hit. My father and mother died instantly and my sister died on the way to the hospital. I was in ICU for two weeks in a coma and in the hospital for another month. The Doctors said it was a miracle. There was no way I should have survived the accident.

It didn't feel like a miracle.

It was a drunk driver who hit us. He didn't even see the light turn read. I guess more than four lives were destroyed that night. I was told by the nurse that he visited everyday while I was in a coma. I didn't feel angry yet I didn't feel sad. I just felt lost. I moved back to Japan to live with my only surviving relative. My aunt was trying her hardest to be a good guardian. She was a nurse and usually worked double shifts so I was often left alone. I liked being alone though.

I didn't have to pretend to be ok.

School started tomorrow, I had already enrolled at the local high school and got my schedule and uniform. I hadn't lived in Japan since I was young. I barely even remember it. The states were my home. My alarm clock rang at 6:30 am. I was up and in the shower within 5 minutes. It was 6:45 am when I got out of the shower and dressed. My uniform consisted of a light blue short skirt and white blouse. I had a matching light blue jacket and white knee high socks. I pulled my light brown hair away from my face with a white head band showing my bright green eyes. I skipped breakfast, slipped on my black heels, picked up my black messenger bag and was out the door by 7:15 am. Soon I was at the school gates I walked through towards the front office when a boy started walking next to me. He wore a same colored uniform as mine with long pants and black dress shoes. Everything was crisp and clean. He had weird styled black hair and black eyes.

"I'm Uchiha, Sasuke. Are you new here?"

I sighed suppressing an urge to roll my eyes at him.

"I wonder what gave you that idea. It can't be that you've never seen me before could it?"

He frowned for a moment before responding.

"You should be nice to me you know. I have a lot of friends in very high places."

I simply smiled before turning to walk away.

"You don't scare me Uchiha, Sasuke."

My first class was Chemistry. It was about fifteen minutes into class when a boy walked in. He had blond messy hair and bright ocean blue eyes with a glint of mischief in them. His uniform was un-tucked and wrinkled and he looked like he just woke up.

"You're late again Mr. Uzumaki. I suppose I could tell you not to do it again but it would be a waste of mine and the class's time. Just sit down."

The Professor then proceeded to lecture as the boy sat down next to me.

"Yo, names Uzumaki, Naruto. What's yours? I'm guessing it isn't The New Girl."

I gave a polite smile showing my amusement from his joke before replying.

"I'm Kisaragi, Kairi. It's a pleasure to meet you."

He cocked his head to the side looking remarkably like a confused puppy.

"You have a Japanese name yet have an American accent."

I sighed softly thinking of my family.

"I was born here but we moved to Florida when I was five. I just recently moved back."

"Your parents wanted to?"

I bit my lip searching for an answer when I was saved by the professor.

"Mr. Uzumaki, Ms. Kisaragi, is there something you'd like to share with the class? If so, then please, we are all ears."

"No sir Iruka-sensei."

"No? Then listen to the lecture. You never know when there's a pop quiz."

The rest of class passed quickly and I was off to my next class, History. Naruto wasn't in this class but I did meet someone else. Her name was Hyuuga, Hinata. She seemed nice. She was very shy but told me about the teacher, Kurenai-sensei, and some of the other students in the class. After History was Gym with Gai-sensei. Both Naruto and Hinata were in this class with me and so unfortunately was Sasuke. We had to play volleyball guys vs. girls. It wasn't to awful hard, girls won of course. Much to the dismay of the guys most of the girls rubbed it in.

After Gym was lunch, Naruto asked me to sit with him and his friends. Hinata was there along with her boyfriend Kiba, a guy named Gaara and his sister Temari and her boyfriend Shikamaru. I sat down between Naruto and Hinata as I was bombarded with questions.

"Come on guys, leave Kairi-chan alone. At least let her eat."

I blushed slightly at chan. There were some mumbles of apologies before going about their own business.

"Thank you."

Naruto grinned.

"Anytime."

After lunch was English which I had no trouble with living in the states. Shikamaru was in that class and I noticed he slept the entire time. My last class of the day was Mythology, another class with Naruto. I stopped by my locker before leaving school dropping off books I didn't need and packing the ones I did. When I shut my locker and turned to leave I found Sasuke inches from me.

"Have you ever heard of personal space?"

He just smirked.

"I thought I'd offer to walk you home."

I frowned stepping around him.

"No thank you. I can walk home on my own."

"The streets can be dangerous for a pretty little thing such as yourself."

"I can handle myself."

Before Sasuke could reply Naruto walked up next to me.

"Yo Uchiha, she said no. Besides, I'm walking her home. That is if it's ok with you."

I smiled.

"Why thank you Naruto. I'd appreciate that very much."

I glanced at Sasuke before walking with Naruto out the front door. I suppose if looks could kill we'd both be traced with chalk.

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