OK here we go again XD Izari-Hime here and another one of my stories coming your way. I wanted to split up what I'm doing (as in giving myself more work) so this idea just popped into my head one night. Oh yeah Sasuke is OOC in this story. Anyways on with the story after all this next w/e stuff XD.

Disclaimer- No I do not own Naruto one bit but this plot is 100 my own.

Words - Diary Entry

Words - Normal POV

Words - Lyrics

To my book of thoughts... Every person has to have some kind of getaway. It might be a hobby, a place, a person or thing. Mine is this little book I'm always writing in. Sure, I have a whole binder full of stories and hell spawn randomosity, but this is about me. Instead of saying something that I might regret, I write it down and end up having no regrets what so ever. No one from my family can read this if they do, it's all over. Ok here goes nothing.

About my family, they think that buying me stuff will give me the illusion that they "love" me. They think I'm going on the wrong "path" and all that, but no. It's my path now not the one that they have built for me. I have broken that path down. No matter what I will not re-build it. One thing that they did right was raise me to have "common sense". They may regret it now because of what I'm becoming. Independent and living by my own rules. I don't mean going crazy and living the wrong life. I mean having my own ambitions, dreams and having no one to stop me from achieving my life my way.

They have my brother Hayuri that everyone adores including them. He's a straight A student, very fit, athletic, has many friends and people who idolize him. I am known as Hayuri's sister. It's as if he has taken away my identity. I am Sakura Haruno. That's it.

There is no one on my side right now. Aren't parents supposed to be the one's that you run to when you have problems or something like that? I've never tried that and I don't plan to. Ever.

I get into trouble for some things that makes no sense. Like how I always listen to music. I use it for my own reasons, which are none of their businesses. I use it to get away and the lyrics and melodies give me some kinda weird comfort…

Sighs I'm hopeless…Bai bai, Sakura out

End of entry…

Sakura Haruno 16

Invisible Heartbreak

Chapter 1

Facade

Here I am riding my bike going as far as I want to go and as fast as my legs can take me. The wind passing though my hair as I pass along the streets. Not a great view but better than the look on my family's faces when they shoot a glance at me. My pink mp3 player shoved in my pocket, put in shuffle and blasting music through my ears. Yes, this is the life.

It's the middle of summer vacation now and there is nothing to do. Obviously since, I'm always alone. People tell me that I need to get "out" more. I'm "out" aren't I? What good did it make?

The sun on my face the houses and trees passing by in a buzz. Stuck in my own pool of melancholy, this is what I resort to. My face is stuck in a frown of concentration or just a frown most of the time. Nowadays it's automatic. I always frown without even noticing it. Sometimes when I get sick of it, it turns into a look of serenity or for a few moments.

As I reach my favourite hill, I quickly turn to it and bike down on it so fast it almost seems like I'm flying. I bet this is the closest to happiness that I will ever get. I lift my feet off the bike pedals and just let them hang there while a ghost of a smile on my face for a moment. My eyes close. There is no danger I know there is nothing to crash in to. If someone were to see me now. They would probably think I was one of the happiest 16 year olds around and maybe envy me. That means it worked.

I open my eyes and slowly push on my hand breaks so I don't go skidding off into the street and turn back onto the sidewalk. As I near the local shopping center, I decide to go in. There's nothing to do anyways.

I lock up my bike and straighten up my baggy green shorts, and my orange t-shirt. I walk in just for the fun of it and decided to look around. The place is packed with people. What's so special about today?As I walk on by, I see someone that doesn't look like they're from around here. His onyx eyes for some reason look gentle and not piercing like I expected them to. He was carrying a duffle bag around his shoulder and he rather stood out from all the other people in the crowd. He ran his hand through his raven locks. It looked very original, it stood on end in a diagonal zigzag facing upwards then soften along to his bangs that framed his flawless face. He looks like he's my age. A year or less older.

As I was nearing him on the way to passing him, I felt his eyes on my back and decided to quicken my pace. I wasn't even supposed to be here in the first place but who would even ask? I finished off my walk through the mall and went outside to unlock my bike.

Taking a detour, instead of going up that hill I always go down, I entered some small neighbourhoods. I knew that there was no getting lost because I had already memorized the place all too well. I ended up on the road along the beach.

I decided to catch the sunset from the ocean near by. I dragged my bike and left it in the middle of the sand, while I neared and stood along the shore. Looking straight ahead, I saw something that was never ending. No matter how much you neared it, it will always remain the same. Much different than life it's self.

The beach seemed very empty. Everybody would scurry home once the tide had set in. I looked around tearing my gaze away from the horizon to the miles of sand. In the distance but not that far, I saw the exact same boy from before. He was staring straight ahead just like how I was previously. His face had a look of reminisce and his features held a gaze of pure serenity that he was obviously used to. A flawless angel is what would say he was.

The moon had risen and the sky had darkened showing an array of stars up above but we both still hadn't left our spots. My feet we getting cold from staying in the water for a while but I was oblivious to the fact. I turned my gaze away from the darkened horizon and walked back to the dry sand. I looked to where the boy was standing but he was already walking down the road, the opposite way of where I was headed. I put on my shoes, picked up my bike and pushed it back to the road.

I pumped my legs turning the bike pedals. Faster, faster, faster. The wind rushing by me. The summer night's breeze refreshed my senses. If only someone was there to experience it with me…

When I got inside, I passed my mother in the living room. She saw me and gave me a disgusted look. I paid no attention to her. I just kept heading up the stairs up to my room.

I changed into a pair of blue lounge pants and a simple purple tank top. Then I plugged my mp3 player into a pair of speakers and sat cross-legged on the carpeted floor. Grabbing my sketchbook, I continued a drawing I started the other day. It was a picture a girl holding a broken heart locket. Tears ran down her face and she had her wavy dark brown hair was blowing behind her. Her azure blue eyes held pain and sadness. It was the only thing that came to mind the moment that I had started it.

After a while, I let my eyes roam around the room and stopped at my grade 8 graduation poster hung up on my wall that we were supposed to make. I decided to keep mine. It took me a while to do and a lot of work too. Walking up to it, I looked closely at the pictures of me and my "friends" tacked up on one side of the poster board. Some friends, hmm maybe to them friendship only lasts through the school year or so I thought…

Out of all the group, my "best friend" or former best friend stood out the most. Her and her blonde hair. She still thinks that I call her my "best friend" after all that she had done. Ditched me, made fun of me, and made me feel like crap. She was always the superior one around here. She had great looks and very well known and athletic. I stood in her shadow while she shined among the rest.

Enough is enough now. This won't happen again next year during the start of high school. I will not be put down. I will probably not be remembered for something but at least I will have memories to remember…

I am happy. I am happy. I…pretend to be happy…

-End of Chapter 1-

Note: This was edited on Sunday December 23 2007

A/N- My other story was kind of getting on my nerves so this idea came into my head and I wrote it quickly and with a passion. Please review and tell me what you think of it so far. Thank you for reading!

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