I'm back with a whole new story!
Bold is inner mind thinking thingies, italics is just plan thinking. Main pairing: Sakura/Gaara
Disclaimer: Naruto and all character are not mine.
Chapter I
It's the last Saturday in August. My family is moving because of my Dad's job transfer thingy. I'm sitting in the back seat of his navy car, staring out the window, bored as ever. My family isn't the richest around; we're more middle class. Our old house was a row home and we lived there for thirteen years. So yes, I'm thirteen.
I look away from the window down at my pink nails. I clench my fist, getting the longish nails to dig into my soft flesh. Because it's still summer, I'm wearing a blue skirt that goes to a little bit above my knees and a white short sleeve shirt. On my feet are blue high heels. I always wear high heels, except in gym class but that's different.
I sigh and pull my necklace out from my shirt. The necklace is very special to me; it's a black round jewel that has a silver wolf paw holding it. The whole thing is on a black leather string. I grip it for the fourth time today. We've been driving today for six hours! We've gotta be almost there! For God's sake we've been on the road for almost a week… Boring car ride. Go away! That voice that wasn't me, it's basically my other…personality if you will.
"Dad?" I speak up, "How much longer?"
"About ten minutes…" He mutters, "Why, do you need a rest stop again?"
"No, just wondering," I mumble back, resting my head on the seat. I rub my eye and stare out the window again. The only things I see are trees, green class, and blue sky. I yawn and start to do one of my favorite past times, hypothetical situations. What if in this new school no one talks to me? Then everyone would hate me and torture me. They'd trip me and push me down the steps then put me in a locker. After they do that, I'd twist my ankle and fall over, after that I'll be knocked unconscious and miss the whole school year anyway and no one would find me unconscious! That one's a pleasant thought.
In my old school, I was kind of popular without meaning to be. I pretty much just ignored everyone that wasn't my friend, but that made everyone…bug me! But anyway, I really want to say that I'll miss my friends but they won't miss me so yeah. They won't miss me because they found out my secret then were afraid of me. The secret was exposed a year ago.
The car pulls into a drive way and turns off. Dad turns around, "Now listen, you just stay out of my way while I bring the last things in. Go to your room if you want, I really don't care. Do you understand me?"
"Yeah," I pick my pink book-bag off of the car floor and hop out the car. Dad unlocks the front door and comes back to the car. The house looks very…colonial like. There's white siding and the black double doors and black shutters. The roof's black too. I enter the house and look around. I've never been here.
When you enter the doors, you're on wood floor and to your right is the staircase leading upstairs. There's a room next to the stairs that already has a computer and desk. To the left is a coat closest and the dinning room. I walk into the dinning room and see that it's connected to the living room. I walk through the living room and into the kitchen. Wow, you could fit two or three of my old kitchens in here!
The only other room is at the end of the kitchen is the family room, already equipped with a love seat, a three person couch and a TV. I go upstairs and the first room in an extra one. The room to the right is the Master bedroom. I walk down the hall the other way, a bathroom's to the left. I walk down the hall past another bedroom to the last room in the hall. My room.
I enter the room. My room has a light green carpet and the walls are sky blue with clouds painted on them. I did not pick what the room looked like! We bought the house from people who lived in it already. My bed is a regular size with a pink headboard and footboard. The comforter is the same color as the floor. Next to the bed are two bookshelves that are packed with books. I'm kind of a nerd and read a lot.
There are two windows, both with pink curtains. Next to the window on the left is a white desk with a light brown wood top and a white chair. Next to the desk is a white dresser and next to that is a second dresser. There's an empty space before the double slide closet doors. I put my backpack on the bed and take the clothes out. Once I hang them up, I close my door. There's a full-length mirror on the back of the door. I glare at my reflection.
My legs are thin but there is still muscle in them. I'm skinnier than I should be, but still look healthy (Sorta). My sea foam eyes don't look like they have pupils and they're rimmed in black. The black isn't eyeliner; it's my actual skin. My shortish blood red hair is all over the place. The love kanji above my left eye is almost covered by my unruly hair.
"GAARA!" My Dad shouts.
I open my door and yell out, "WHAT?!"
"YOU FUCKING HAVE BETTER TAKEN YOUR PILLS!"
"I DID ALREADY!" I close my door again. And put my back to the mirror.
My name is Gaara Sabaku. I am a thirteen-year-old boy but am only allowed to wear boys' clothes once a month for doctor appointments. To make it worse, I have a horrible secret.
Ok, just to clear it up, Gaara is forced to cross-dress by is Dad and he DOESN'T like it. His hair is hair is longer than it is in the Anime but it's still in a similar style, but his bangs are longer. R&R please!!!