((Okay, so, I got this idea. I swear I was trying to write PWV! But, well, this idea just wouldn't leave me alone, so I had to write a chapter… and then I'll try to write chapter 8 of PWV! I swear! Okay, well, the characters will be extremely out of character, but I still think that this is a good story idea. So… bear with the OOCness and just enjoy the plot line? It'll be awesome, I swear to you!

Summary: Hinata was a good kid, she really was. She was top of her class in sixth grade. Seventh grade, she somehow changed, kept more to herself, and eighth… Well, in eighth grade, she met Sakura. (AU with angst)

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto. Only the plot line of this here story. The wonderful Kishimoto Masashi created Naruto.))

I sighed. I was just so bored, Konoha was boring. It was one in the morning, my neighborhood was asleep, the soft wind outside rustling leaves on the ground. I turned on the television, nothing better to do. I grabbed my remote, eyes carefully avoiding my sliced forearm.

In seventh grade, I had started this habit, and I swear it will be the death of me. I try to ignore the scars and the wounds. All I had wanted was some relief, and now I was hooked. My parents saw once, I'll never forget that. I sure learned my lesson, when I was made to stay in mental health. Me and some friends now call it the "Funny Farm", and I'll be damned if I enter that building again in this lifetime.

The TV was making weird noises, it was old. So I turned the stupid thing off and my radio on, but soon enough the noise returned. "Great, everything is breaking," I muttered, switching off my music as well. Maybe I did need to go to the Funny Farm, because I still heard the noise. It was like something was shaking a single stone in a glass box, banging it off the walls. I moved to my computer, it had been on all day, and I was sure it wasn't making that noise that was slowly driving me crazy.

I opened the window, right to the right of my computer chair, to have a cigarette. Ah, another bad habit. "Wow, she finally opens the window!" a voice whisper-yelled. I knew that voice, it only belonged to my best friend.

"Sakura?" I questioned, even though I knew it was her.

"Yeah! Get down here!"

I nodded, closing the window and grabbing my purse. I snuck down the stairs, counting the steps, skipping the ones that would creak. I made it outside, slipping through the shadows into my driveway. Sakura and her boyfriend, Sasuke, were waiting for me. I lit up the cigarette I had wanted. "So, what are we doing tonight?

"Naruto's place. Nothing better to do," Sasuke said.

"Who's Naruto?" I asked.

"A friend. Lives at the Hamilton apartments."

"Kay, kay, lets go then."

We began the walk to the apartment buildings. They were a while away from my house, but still on the East side where I lived, so we didn't have to go on one of the two bridges over the river that separated the East from the West in Konoha. My knees hurt by the time we got there. Sasuke knocked once and opened the door.

The apartment looked the same as all the others. Only, messier. A young man, with blonde hair, sat at the computer. "Hey," he said. In a few seconds, he turned it off and moved to the couch.

"Turn on the play station! We've gotta play guitar hero," Sasuke insisted. I only watched. To tell the truth, I hadn't played a video game that didn't have to do with animals in three years. Before that, it was just that old nintendo-64. Video games and me, we didn't go well together.

We spent the rest of the night hanging out, watching the guys play basket ball, and that was it. I fell asleep for a few hours on Sasuke's couch when we went to his place. When I got home, my father was already at work. I was careful as I went to my room, my mother was still asleep, thankfully. I changed into my pajamas and collapsed onto my bed. I had only gotten three hours of sleep in about thirty-six hours, remember. I was tired.

When I woke up, my mom asked where I went last night. I froze for only a second before a lie came to me. "I went for a walk around the block. I'm sorry." My mom knew that I loved to walk, and stargaze. Perfect excuse. "The stars were really pretty."

My mother only sighed. "Don't do it again, Hinata. If you simply must look at the stars, stay in the back yard."

I nodded, pouring a bowl of cereal. Off the hook. Easy as that. Parents, such fools.

((Okay. There, maybe now I'll be able to do something with PWV, now that this is out of my system. So… Love it? Hate it? Want to break my computer into a million pieces? Tell me in a review! Please?))