Okay, I'm just ruining my self confidence right now, you may read this comment or may not. But just let you know, I am not…notice the word NOT a good story writer. Even if the first chapter turns out okay, the second one might suck. And this is my first Fanfic story. Bonk me if you don't think I'm good enough. I'll get it…eventually.

Chapter one

The Girl

I am ugly…ever since I was born, I knew I was ugly. From the first day I came out of my mother's womb, I am destined to be…the ugly one. I wish I could die, but then, where would I go afterwards? Would the heaven want me? Would hell? That's why; I remain existent, dwelling in this world as best as I can. As long as I don't compare myself with other beautiful people, I will not feel the stab of pain in my heart…I kept myself hidden well through all these years, from the time when I could walk, all the way through elementary, junior high, and now, high school. All the time, I kept my self invisible. And it worked…

Brrrrrrrrrrrrinn…….BRRING…BRRRIINNNNNGGGGGG –

"Argg.." I groaned under my covers and stirred

BRRRRRRRRRRRRIIIIIIINNGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG

"OKaY!"… mumble…Useless alarm, pathetic school…hateful world…

Pulling back my covers, I looked around my bed and my eyes landed on my body in disgust. The too big t-shirt dangled loosely around my sweaty body, exposing bumps on my chest and curves that closed off at the middle of my waist, followed by legs too long. My skin was as pale as the moonlight, so unhealthy…if only I had those tanned skin just like…I shook my head clear, I have gotten over these thoughts of envy, they would only pain me more, so I pushed them away.

Since today is the first day of school, I made an effort to especially not stand out. So I took a shower, putting it to full blast and shivered in excitement as the rush of icy cold water made contact with my skin. The drops of water landed on my face, mixing it with tears, I cried again, as thoughts of junior high haunted me once more.

"Move it ugly," a raven haired boy pulled on my ponytail, throwing me roughly on the pavement, "People like you don't deserve even to walk on my footsteps."

A pair of cold black eyes stared down at me, mocking me. His friends laughed and with a sign…I was beaten once more by this boy's gang who I did nothing to. I crunched up and hugged myself into a ball…every kick felt like my ribs would break…it hurts…I was left alone to cry, coughing up blood after they left. It was like this every few days, I was always injured…and every part of me hurts…what hurts the most was my heart. It felt like it would break if I move. I would lay there for the longest time, recovering my breath and finally limp towards the bridge, where I would cry…speaking to the ocean beyond my reach…I would find comfort in that, enough to stop myself from suicide by jumping.

After drying my hair, without even a glance to the mirrorless walls, I walked to my bedroom; with books piling every corner. I stepped freely through little cracks of space, effortless, and opened a drawer, pulling out a white t-shirt twice my size and pulled on a loosely hung pant the color of wheat. Just when I was pulling on a belt, my elbow knocked over a picture frame which landed on the bed. Picking up the precious picture frame, I sat staring sadly on the edge of my bed, a beautiful woman smiling. "Mother…" I whispered, tracing the glass edge, my eyes that regained normal puffed up again, tears dropped freely. And I furiously wiped them away. It was not okay for me to cry, not now, not ever.

Stuffing down a bowl of cereal, I ran down the steps of my little apartment, with the cling and clacking of the chains loosening on my bike, I rode quickly towards the high school. Dread settled in the pit of my stomach as I remembered it was the first day. But mother made me stay, I cannot break the promise I made her…I must never never quite school.

The first bell rang noisily through the heat of the morning just as I locked my old rusty bike, looking rather standing out along the fancy cars filing out the parking lot. Keeping my head low, walking slowly, hair over my face, I sighed and walked inside the enormous building, dropping my shoulders along the way. It's a good thing the halls were crowded, I easily blend myself into the busy chatters, and went to the first class on my schedule; English, Room 204

Room 204 was easy to find because it was located around the corner at the end of the hall, as I stepped in, I peered from the spaces between my hair and saw only a few students there. I felt a rush of relieve and found a seat furthest away at the back, beside the window which has a view of the whole school ground. I was lost in my train of thoughts;

"Come on Sakura…if you don't bother them, and remain invisible, they will never bother you, be good Sakura, remember what mother said…"

You are my most beautiful child, don't be discouraged by others, they just haven't seen the true you yet.

"Move." a voice interrupted my thoughts

I went as still as a statue, heart pounding, my fists clenched.

"Move it ugly"

I remembered the same harsh tone, as if it's all happening all over again.

No…it's not happening again, I didn't…am I that detestable?

But as I peered cautiously, I saw the owner of the voice did not throw it at me, but the guy a few desks away. I sighed, inwardly whacking myself for being so unintelligent. More people gathered, filing the room. I let out another sigh –it got caught in my throat as a voice said, this time I knew it was directed at me–

"Can I sit here?"

My breath hitched, and I swallowed a mouthful of air.

Hic

Hic

Hiccup

I suddenly realized with a terrible realization that the room was completely filled, except the spot beside me. And there was a tall, lean, figure waiting. I was without a choice…and nodded hesitantly, inwardly kicking myself for not having the sixth's sense.

What's wrong with me?

"Su-hic-re"

Just when I was about to hate this guy, I heard the most beautiful laugh, it was short, sweet, and has a humorous twist. I was overwhelmed by it for a second and could not speak, not move but broken out of the trance when he sat down, and that's when I saw the death glares I got from the females in this room, some envy, some are despising looks that are fairly common, and others are ones that I never saw could be possible for one to make. I took my glance back, accidentally sweeping over the guy's face. And I resisted an urge to look again, the face right beside me. I was utterly beyond words…the palest skin, blue eyes that seemed so mysterious, mouth curled into a smirk…masculine featured that reminded me of someone -

"Stay away from me!" I shrieked. "Haven't you done enough!" I broke into a sob, "Mother…"

I was snapped back into reality once again by his tempting voice.

"I'm Sasuke"

Ahem...i just read it over, and realized it sucks beyond words. So I'ma gonna make it a one shot - as other people calls it. But if I get more than 10 reviews I'll be happy to continue!

Common people! Don't disappoint me here!