The car door was slammed shut as a raven haired woman stormed towards the building; a file clenched tightly between her fists. She stopped outside, shouting into the intercom.

"It's Mrs. Yuma! I've come about the child!" The double doors were pushed open and she was greeted by a very nervous looking receptionist.

"Ohayo, Yuma-san. Tsunade-sama is expecting you. She's on the second floor, room-"

"I know!" She pushed past her and began to climb the stairs, her high heels echoing with each step. Feet stopped outside a room numbered 130. The door swung open, revealing a blonde woman with overly sized breasts; waiting expectantly at her desk.

"Ohayo. You have the papers I presume." The file was slammed onto the table as the woman sat down, tapping the desk impatiently.

"There." Her finger pointed to the crumpled file.

"Ah, arigatou." She began to sift through the paper, raising her eyebrow at a few pages before setting them down. A sigh escaped her lips.

"Emotionally unstable, countless fights at previous schools, drug taking…past self abuse…" She glanced up at the woman in front of her.

"And you expect us to take her in?" The raven haired woman stood, sending the chair flying across the room.

"I can't take it anymore! I just can't take responsibility for that- that…Monster!" The blonde rubbed her temples.

"1- She's not a monster. She's your daughter. 2- If you can't put up with her. I doubt we can do any better." By now the said mother was fuming.

"Well?! What do want me to do? Send her to another orphanage?! Another School?! So that she can just go back to her old ways! Well?!" Tsunade's hands clasped together as she sighed once again. Leaning her elbows on the desk.

"We have no choice but to take her in then. You're right. The situation will only get worse. Bring her tomorrow, 10 o'clock; without fail. Unless you want me to change my mind." The mother smiled as she brushed herself off; already relieved to be getting of her so-called child.

"Hai. Arigatou Tsunade-sama." She turned on her heels and left. A smirk plastered on her face.

"Finally…"

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Three suitcases lay in front of a closed door. No movement could be heard beyond the wood; the house stayed silent. A figure sat in a darkened room, their head in their hands as they muttered to themselves.

"I'm okay. I'm okay. I'm okay." The same two words were repeated over and over, in a barely audible whisper. She clenched her hands tighter; her nails digging into her scalp. She heard the front door opened and she released her grip, suddenly alert to the current situation. She was going to be sent away. Her mother hated her; and she was sending her away.

"Far…Far away…" She repeated again. "Far away…Far away." She let a ghost of a smile appear on her lips.

"Away…" She liked the sound of that. A new start. No more shouting. No more crying. No more hurting. She traced the scars on her wrists, her fingers lingering on her skin. Footsteps appeared on the stairs. Her mother was here. She stood, slipping on her wristbands. Light spilled into the once dark room.

"Get down stairs. Now!" Her mother then turned, exiting the room. Not bothering to help her carry her suitcases. She walked towards the three bags, grabbing the handles and proceeding to drag them across the floor towards the stairs. The cases banged against the wood as she pulled them downstairs. The sound echoed around the house; she shifted her feet. It made her feel uncomfortable.

"Hurry up." The words left the snarling woman's lips like venom. She dropped her head and began to walk at a faster pace; finally dragging the suit cases to the awaiting car. She dumped them in the back and slumped next to them. She closed her eyes as her mother passed, slamming the car door shut. The engine was started and the car swerved out of the drive, knocking her into the door as the cases bashed against her shoulder. She winced and pushed them away, trying to ignore her throbbing shoulder. Her eyes closed once again and she willed herself to sleep. Her head leant against the door as she drifted off to sleep.

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"Get up!" Rough hands grabbed her hair and dragged her out of her slumber.

"Aah!" The hands let go and she held her aching head.

"Here. Get in there already! I don't want to see your disgusting face again!" She glanced at her mother before pulling the suit cases out and running toward the doors. She stood and stared through the glass windows, seeing the reflection of her mother car pulling out and receding into the distance. The intercom beeped as a woman asked for her name.

"Hatsue…" her voice trailed as the doors were opened.

"Ohayo Hatsue-chan! Come in! Tsunade-sama's expecting you. Second floor, room 130. I hope you fit in well." Hatsue nodded and headed toward the stairs. She stopped and glanced up, before climbing them, her steps silent as she padded up the steps.

"Second floor. Room 130." The recited the words the woman had spoke and began searching for the number. Her finger followed each number as she passed by, stopping in front of a heavy wooden door. "Room 130…" Just as her hand lifted to the handle, the door was pushed open.

"Ah! Hatsue!" A woman she presumed to be Tsunade welcomed her in. She placed herself on a seat behind her desk, gesturing for Hatsue to sit as well. She complied, relieved that she no longer had to pull the suit cases around. The woman held out a slip of paper.

'Here. This is your timetable. Someone will be coming shortly to show you to your room. I hope you enjoy staying here at Konoha Boarding School." She smiled. "Well that's the boring bit over and done with." A knock was heard at the door.

"Ah; your escort. Come in!" The door was slowly opened, revealing a girl, about her age, with dark blue hair and white eyes. She smiled shyly.

"K-konnichiwa…"

"This is Hinata-chan. She will show you to your room. Won't you?" The girl nodded, waiting for her to follow her. Hatsue stood, once again clasping her hands around the suit case handles. She walked towards the girl and followed her down the corridor. Hinata eventually stopped in front of a door numbered 169.

'H-here's your room, Hatsue-chan. " She then turned and began to walk away.

"Wait! Aren't you my room mate?" She turned and shook her head.

"Iie…You'll be sharing with Sakura-chan…" She nodded her head and opened the door in front of her. The suit cases scraped across the floor as she dragged them over to a bed, collapsing on top of it.

"You're Hatsue, ne?" She lifted her head to look at a pink haired girl sitting on the bed opposite.

"Hai…" The girl smiled and stretched out her hand.

"The name's Haruno Sakura. Nice to meet you!" Hatsue sat up, slowing taking the others hand and shaking it.

"I better warn you. This place is a bit whacky. Ha ha." She smiled sheepishly, making her smile back in return.

"You want me to show you around? It'll help you get to know the place. Oh! And I could introduce you to the others! Come on Hatsue-chan!" Sakura stood up, brushing the imaginary dust off her skirt before taking Hatsue's hand and leading her out of the room.