Two sides: Hinachan and Hinata-chan, which is real?

Summary:
Hinata was always quiet and nice. Sakura had some "issues" to work out with certin people. Ino needed help. Tenten was tired of being called a boy. Ah, how high school hats us all. Funny isn't it? OOC? Yes. A lot.

A/N: Hi! Thanks for reading this. I based this story on Hinata, and it's Hinata's POV. It took me a while to write this! One of the main reasons was my beta-reader, who wouldn't stop procrastinating! So, I'm very sorry if it's badly written. To those who read this before I changed the summary, I changed the story line because I couldn't write JUST about Hinata so I decided to write about the girls in Naruto… Sorry! And sorry for the lame summary… and I'll make it better if you don't like the way I'm writing this now… I'M SO VERY SORRY. IT WAS EITHER A ROTTEN STORY WTH A DEAD PLOT, OR A NEW STORY LINE WITH A PLOT THAT WAS ALIVE AND BETTER. R&R Please!

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto.

Hinata's POV

"Ugh, today's Tuesday. Wonderful." I managed to say. That was the first thing I mumbled early in the morning at three a.m. That started my entire day. Today was the day of my birthday, but it's also the day my Father is going to leave me behind, again. He said something about going to some meeting for three months. But what would it matter? It's not like he's ever going to suddenly care about me. He never has, and I don't care or have ever cared about that horrible man I call my 'father'.

"Come on, Hinata. You can do it. You've pulled it off for the past 13 years, so you can do it now. It's just another day. You just got to make through the day and you'll be fine." I said. My words echoed through both my room and mind over and over.

It was irritating, hearing false things about myself, even if it did come out of my mouth.

'Can I really do this?' I doubted.

In my mind, I always doubted it. Just saying this won't be enough, though. So I just hope I can at least stay in character for the rest of the day.

As I finished dressing myself, there was a knock at the door. I tried ignoring it, but it just got louder, and louder, and even more annoying, if it was even possible.

After 3 minutes of simultaneous knocking, whoever it was at the door started adding little peeps of 'Hinata-sama?' in it. So, I finally decided to get up and open up the stupid freaking door.

"Hinata-sama? I don't mean to bother you but I have news from your father." Hino stuttered, and then he smiled nervously.

Of course, who else would it be? Now realizing it was Hino, I took back all my words subconsciously. Hino was our youngest cousin. His parents died three years ago in a bizarre house fire. After that, his remaining relatives decided send him to our house to work as a servant. But, either way, I still see him as my 10-year-old cousin, and nothing in the universe could change that. It's a fact that will never go away or change.

"Your father wanted me to inform you that he wants you to hurry to the dining room. He expects you there at no later than seven thirty. Also, he has something 'important' to tell you. I believe he said it was about a meeting or something." Hino explained.

"Hai, thank-you for informing me, Hino-chan. I appreciate it." I responded.

He then bowed, and left the room. All that could be heard was the pattering of his feet going down the hall.

After a while, I just stood there staring at the floor and thinking. Why was I putting up with this? Why do I just accept the thing I hate so much? Why do I keep quiet and accept what my father is putting me through? It irritated me. I hate this feeling so much! Soon, after several minutes of thinking of the subject, I was on the verge of crying. My weary eyes were soon filled with tears and my nose turned a light shade of red. But before I actually started crying, I forced myself to stop. After a while of trying to calm myself down and making sure my face wasn't red anymore, I pulled down my sleeve and dried my wet, teary eyes.

I took a step forward and closed my bedroom door behind me. As I was walking towards the dining room, I thought, 'Why? Why am I like this? Is this how my life will be for as long as I live? I hate this so much.'

My thoughts were soon interrupted by a low, deep, stern voice that said, "Good Moring, daughter. Take a seat, there's something important I need to discuss you."

"Hai, Otou-san," I said obediently, "I was informed that you wanted to discuss the matter of the meeting you told me you were going to."

Around my father, I always had to use a big vocabulary. I was just raised like that. I used all these 'big words' around my family the most though.

"Yes. I was recently informed that the meeting will extend to a longer period of time than I anticipated it to. Also, I have been asked to help patrol a small village a few miles away from here." He explained in a strict tone.

"Do you know when you will be able to return?" I asked in a fake worried voice.

"No, I do not. But I need you to behave while I am gone." My father said.

"Hai, I will. I have Neji-san and Hino-chan to look after me, so I will be fine. You have nothing to worry about." I insisted.

"OK. Don't get into any trouble while I'm gone. I have to leave now, good-bye, daughter." My father extended his arm after saying this.

So, I did the same. I raised my hand and said my good-byes. My father grabbed his bags and left. He didn't even look back when he left. I starred at the door, thinking.

'Why? Why didn't you want to hug me? Why didn't you say that you love me, and that you'll try to come back as soon as possible? Why don't you… why don't you love me?' I thought.

But, my thoughts lingered inside my head. Tears started to form in my eyes again. No one was home at the moment. Neji-san was out training, and Hino-chan was at the store. Even though I knew no one would see me, I refused to cry. I tried to hold it in but I couldn't. Before I realized it, I screamed, "WHY DON'T YOU CARE!"

As fast as I could, I ran from the dining room to my room. I tightly shut and locked the door and sat in the far-corner of my closet. I just sat there and cried.

'Someone please save me from this,' I said between cries, "Just make it be like it used to. Make it happy again…"

A/N: That was sad right o.o? I just felt like making a sad story. IF it was even sad…I promise it'll get better (for Hinata)! Remember, it's a multi-shot, not a one-shot! R&R!