Full Summary: What happens when a woman from our world wakes up one day in the body of an anime character, Haruno Sakura, at the age of five. Exactly seven years before the graduation exams, and she refuses to follow the time line and be the weak damsel in distress fangirl canon!Sakura was in the original series. How will this change anything? Rated T for language and violence in later chapters.

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto or any of its characters. All rights go to Masashi Kishimoto.

WARNING: Please be aware that this is a AU (Alternative Universe), meaning the story more than likely will not be following the original storyline. I write whatever I feel like writing at the time, so if you do not enjoy the way things are progressing, than just back away and look through the many other stories that exist without causing a scene. Characters will likely be OOC (Out of character), there will be OC's (Original characters) and the plot will probably not make any sense in the traditional sense. Other than that, if you still wish to read this story than enjoy!

Chapter 1: What A Wonderful Nightmare.

"The way I see it, life is a pile of good things and bad things. The good things don't always soften the bad things, but vice verse the bad things don't always spoil the good things and make them unimportant."

— The Doctor

~~~~~Sara's POV~~~~~

Greeting to all and whoever might be reading this 'story' I have written. Allow me to first introduce my former self to you. My name, in the past, happened to be Sara Alexander Bakers, which I happened to recall after years of disuse. I happened to be a 31-years-old woman before my life completely and drastically changed. For better, or worst? I remain undecided and will allow you the choice in that matter.

As I previously stated, I was an ordinary young hard working woman in my former life. And no, I did not happen to die or anything catastrophic like that.

For you see, I was a woman who valued work over anything else. Whenever I happened to be free of work, I used my free time to something productive, my free time was spent with me entertaining myself through either studying, writing a few reports on certain topics I found fascinating, or if I happened to feel the urge, I would sit in front of a computer watching anything that might spark an interest to me. Anything at all would suffice. It did not matter much to me if it was geography, cartoon, anime, or whatever it may be at the time, as long as it kept me entertained and provided a good experience for me.

Soon enough, anime became something I frequently watched and it had a special place in my heart. It was probably because it was the characters and animation were so well done, to the point where it would immerse me into the story and cause me to grow attached to those characters who teach people a few things about the real world even though they live in a world of magic and the impossibility. The thing I enjoyed the most was the story plot, and the effort, care, and creativity that can be felt through it.

In the end, I was someone known as a minor fan, and I always had a problem where I find myself in a predicament because I am someone who whenever they start working on something, they always finish it before doing anything else. The same thing goes for watching anime. The problem lies on me starting watching something like large scale anime's, for example, Detective Conan, Naruto, Gintama, One Piece, and any other unnecessarily long series. Therefore, I would always grow frustrated and quit watching for a while after reaching the last episode posted, but unfortunately, I would always come back seeing as the series was not completed yet. One Piece became the bane of my life seeing as it is the first long scale anime I began watching and reading.

You would assume I would stop my foolish actions and know better than to start with any animes that are long and on going, but I still have not. Well... That was my former life anyway.

In conclusion, I was a relatively ordinary woman with an ordinary curly mess of brown hair and dark brown eyes. The same as nearly everyone else in the world who comes and goes. That is why I was left confused on was I was chosen into waking up in the body of a completely different person from a completely different world? A known story cliché, if I ever saw one, but it was still one that plagued my existence.

Once more, as I previously mentioned, I was someone completely ordinary, with nothing special or of complication about me. I do not have some tragic tear jerking story that defined me. I had an ordinary education with an ordinary family. A mother, father, but no siblings, making me the center of attention to my parent's love. My friends were also quite ordinary, and I had an ordinary, fully sustainable job that suited me quite fine. I would have most likely passed away without contributing anything extraordinary to mankind, a nameless person to the world, yet I was perfectly fine with that idea. Again, I questioned the reason as to why I out of everyone else in the world woke up in another universe where I actually had to be someone of great importance to influence a certain someone else on walking the right path and changing the world for the better.

I know, very complicated and quite the weight. It makes me wonder about whoever runs these things and thought it would be a splendid idea to have someone like me put into something so complicated. Especially seeing as I was a realist before this happened to me. Maybe that was why I was chosen? Maybe it is to change my viewpoint of the world? Either way, I was not happy and tried to hold on to my views in a world that insist on completely annihilating it.

To the creature or deity that has changed my existence... I wonder if you were dropped as a child on the head because you choose me, a woman who could be considered lazy by some people seeing as she works behind a desk, does not go out much, hates the heat to the point where she does not exercise much and ALWAYS travels using transportation. Even whenever I get an assignment, I would always complete it that very same time that it was given to me, so that I would not need to concern myself with it. Some may confuse me as being too vigilant, but I do this to relax back at my home. Hence why I am called 'lazy' by those who know what I do when I am alone.

Oh, my apologies, you must be getting quite jaded of my constant rant and significantly long introduction. I can nearly hear you shouting at me to move on with the introduction so that you may know of my situation, but would you even believe a single word of what I am speaking? I know I do not, even though I have lived through it.

It has all began when I was given a few days free of work; a vacation.

This is my life; my story. You are free to believe what you wish to believe.

"So, when can we see you again?"

"Soon, I suppose."

"Oh, so you're guessing now..."

"Actually, I recently have gotten the approval for a vacation. I will most certainly come visit you and dad as soon as possible!"

"Promise?"

"Of course, mom! My word is my bond."

"You better not forget about us, young lady! Remember, I and your father made you who you are today, so don't you dare forget us in your moment of fame and glory!"

"Mother~ you realize I shall never forget everything you both have done for me. Furthermore, what fame? I'm just an ordinary business woman. I had no idea that sitting on a desk behind a computer screen would help anyone become famous!"

"Hahaha! Okay, okay, you got me. Well, I have to go now, sweetie. Your father's calling to help him with his knees. You know how he gets. I'll see you in a bit, hun."

"Mom~"

"Two days!"

"Certainly. I love you."

"I love you, too. G'night, Sara."

"Good night, mother."

Click.

Fame... Yeah, right. Still, it is a nice thought, but only that, a thought.

'I cannot really complain. How many people can get a decent job they enjoy with a decent pay? I am quite fortunate.' I stretched tiredly, popping some bones on my back and looked at my clock to determine the time.

12:07 AM

Oh dear, no wonder I feel quite exhausted. It is late, yet I did not even manage to do anything productive in the time I came back from work. I got home, cleaned and organized the house seeing as I had nothing better to do, which took nearly the whole day, and finally called my parents to check on them seeing as my mother usually slept very late ever since I was a little girl. Especially now seeing as I am always late to go to bed thanks to my work.

"What more can I possibly doOoOo ah~?" I yawned loudly, then looked at the side.

Hmm, the bed certainly looks very inviting, but I have not even eaten anything yet, my stomach is begging me for food.

The question remains: To eat, or to sleep?

"Hmm." I hummed thoughtfully to myself. Flopping down ungracefully on my comfortable bed. Sleep seemed to be winning the battle as I felt my body sink in the bed and my muscles relax.

GROWL.

"Argh..." I groaned in pain and annoyance. It felt like my stomach was trying to eat itself in defiance seeing as I was ready to go to sleep.

"I have just sat down!" I whined to no one in particular.

GROOOOOWL~

Okay, sheesh. Food it is.

I grabbed my stomuch in pain. My face contorting in pained.

Now, if only I can get my fat form off my seductive bed and down to the kitchen, and manage to call forth the power and energy to create for myself something decent, then all will be well.

... This will take some time.

Beeeeeeeeeeed~

I have never wanted something so badly to the point that it consumed my very being. I want to go to bed and drift away to dreamland. Badly.

After somehow managing to drag myself to the kitchen and making myself something to cook, which I decided to be some tasty bacon and eggs —don't judge my nightly eating habits.— then I ever so slowly started dragging myself up the long, long, long stairs towards my bedroom.

02:14 AM

I am going to sleep so wonderfully tonight, I can feel it in my veins.

I slowly, but eagerly crawled onto my bed, and in merely a few seconds, I was gone to the waking world, knowing nothing of what was happening around me.

~~~~~General POV~~~~~

A cute pink haired six-year-old anime girl was seen sleeping peacefully in her equally cute, pink room without a single care in the world. She started to move around in bed, trying to find a comfortable position but only managed to fall off her bed and hit her head comically on her fluffy light pink, almost white colored carpet.

THUD.

"OOOOOWIEEE!" She cried dramatically, whimpering to herself while holding onto her head, her eyes closed tightly in pain with shinny tears in them. Her cheeks were flushed a cute rosy color, and her mouth was small and set downward into an adorable pout.

"My head~" She whined cutely in distress, rubbing her pulsing head in a vain attempt to stop the throbbing pain. While she was busy doing that, she failed to pay attention to her surroundings, and she failed to hear the frantic sounds of rushing footsteps coming closer to where she sat.

"Sakura! What happened, are you alright!?"

The door suddenly burst open, and there stood a handsome young man that the small girl had never seen before in her entire life. She felt a sense of familiarity and recognition in the back of her mind, but she was a hundred percent positive she has never seen or heard of anyone like him before in her life.

So, the young girl, dubbed Sakura, did what anyone else would have done in her place.

She screamed.

The man flinched, as she screamed as loud as her small, high pitched voice would allow her in hopes that anyone would hear.

Sakura quickly scrambled up in an attempt to run, to escape, to get as far away from the crazy situation as possible. Her panicked mind could only give her a single escape route:

The window! Her mind yelled at her perpetually.

The window was her only option, seeing as the stranger was blocking her other means of escape, but unfortunately, as she tried running to the window behind her, she tripped and managed to get tangled up in her blanket. The more she struggled, the more tangled up she became, and seeing herself unable to move made her more scared and panicked by the second.

'Stupid evil blanket from hell!' She sobbed, cursing the blanket mentally. Her heart was beating inhumanly fast, and tears of panic and frustration were streaming down her chubby flawless face like someone opened a faucet. The only thing she could hear clearly was the sounds of her breathing and frantic heart beats ringing in her ears.

It didn't help her panicked form when she felt arms holding her down.

"HELP!" She sobbed loudly, her voice full of fear and panic. What did the man want from her? What was he going to do to her? Was she going to die alone without anyone she loved?

I don't want to die.

Sakura was scared. Never before has she been in a situating like this before, she is a sheltered girl who never before experienced such a horrifying thing, and she never in a million years thought she would be in such a situation.

The man was saying something to her, but she couldn't hear him, nor could she look at him clearly, yet she could clearly feel how his arms wrapped around her body tightly, completely restraining her. He was huge. Most likely taller and bigger than her. Too tall for it to be normal. He looked like a Titan in comparison to her!

In fact, the whole room looked gigantic, yet the size of it didn't concern her much at the moment. The need to escape and survive was her first and most important mission.

Kick your leg! Bite him! Scream at his ears! Do something—

The man changed their position. He was holding her close to him in a way her head was directly on his chest, above his beating heart. One of his hands securely holding her still so she wouldn't do anything rash, and the other was slowly, and gently stroking her head. The action made her traitorous body relax, and for some reason, she almost felt... Safe.

"Oh, baby girl..." He began slowly, speaking in a gentle tone that instantly made Sakura stop all her futile struggles and listen attentively to the man, subconsciously.

"I was so worried, sweetheart." Baby girl? Sweetheart?

"Did you have a nightmare? It must have been very frightful. It's okay now. I'm here. Daddy's here for you, my sweet cherry blossom." The man gave her a genuine smile, his eyes showed complete love and worry directed towards Sakura. It was obvious he cared deeply for her.

Daddy...? What?

"Everything's gonna be alright. Don't be scared, please. I hate seeing you cry." He— Sakura's father, said softly. He smiled reassuringly at the child in his arms, but anyone can see the hurt in his eyes clearly. It broke his heart to see his precious baby girl looking at him with her large green eyes, wide with fear, looking like she was afraid of him. The fear in her eyes was something he saw in the eyes of the people who were looking at death right in the flesh.

He knows those eyes very well.

"W-w-what do you mean!?" Sakura stuttered, she was beyond confused, and she did not want the strange man holding her as close as he was. It made her very uncomfortable, and feel smaller and weaker than she is.

"I-I'm not- My name- Y-you- This is a mistake, please, I didn't do a-anything! Let me go, p-please!" What did he want from her? He is mistaking her for someone she is clearly not. Looking at her with kind eyes not meant for her. She actually almost feels sorry for him. He truly believed she was this 'Sakura', and last time she checked, her name was Sara, not Sakura.

That was when she noticed her strange vision. Everything around her felt so bizarre. They looked almost cartoonish.

In addition to the strange appearance of things around her, Sakura felt like she was missing something on her chest, it felt light and empty, all very wrong, and everything around her was so weird it was almost like looking at a cartoon. She glanced at her body and noticed it was smaller, way too small than before, her hands were small and chubby like a young child's hands, as she was inspecting her body, that's when she noticed the strands of hair that fell in front of her eyes were pink... Pink. Pure cotton candy pink strands. Although, the colors were all very wrong. All cartoony.

Was there something wrong with her eyes? Is she dreaming? It can't be, everything feels too real to be a dream.

She raised her head up to look to her right where she spotted a mirror from the corner of her eyes, and she saw herself for the first time, but... She also didn't really see herself.

There was a small five or six years old little anime girl with soft looking shoulder length, straight (plus messy from all the struggles) bubble gum colored hair, very much unlike her usual familiar long uncontrollable, curly brown/red hair. The cute girl's eyes were large, she has very large adorable emerald green eyes that sparkled like freaking Edward the sparkly vampire, or diamonds if you'd prefer. They were more beautiful and better than Sara's dark brown, almost black small eyes. But what kind of surprised Sara the most was that she wore a cute red and pink PJ's. That wasn't what surprised her, it was the 'Haruno' sign on the chest and shoulders that caught her attention. She saw an exact replica of a miniature, more adorable anime version of Sakura Haruno from the anime Naruto right in front of her, but for some reason, the Sakura in front of her was in better graphics, and she was doing the exact same thing Sara was doing.

Breathing, blinking, moving, making the very same facial expressions that Sara was making.

While Sara or Sakura was busy studying herself, she didn't notice the strange man- her apparent father, having a silent conversation with an ANBU who stealthily came to investigate her sudden cry for help.

After making sure everything was alright the ANBU advised the man to take his daughter to the hospital to check on her head for any damage and quickly disappeared into the shadows. Although, he couldn't help lingering for a bit. His eyes firmly locked on Sakura and her dad in suspicion, deep in thought.

Her scream was full of pure panic and fear. A cry no child should make at the sight of their parent, only an abused child might be able to feel such fear or an adult. A sheltered child like her is far too ignorant to the real world and shouldn't even begin to comprehend an emotion like pure, absolute terror. The ANBU had this strange feeling in the back of his mind that this might be a start to something big. Maybe it was a reenactment of that night. He wasn't sure though, he simply prayed that everything is all fine and dandy. What he did know, was that he must keep a close and careful eye on the girl, and her father for any suspicious moves. For now, everything seemed normal, yet the ANBU thought it'd be wiser for him to report to the Hokage.

With that final thought, the ANBU completely vanished. He had other duties to attend to.

"Sakura? Are you alright?" The man asked his daughter again while looking at her pale face and standing up slowly with her curled up in his arms like an infant.

"I... I don't feel... So good..." She groaned, feeling very faint and nauseous. She was finding it difficult to think straight without getting a headache.

Just what the heck was going on?

Later on, after taking Sara, now known as Sakura freaking Haruno to the hospital. it turned out that nothing was wrong with her. They said that such a fall shouldn't have caused her to lose her memories or anything of the sort.

That review greatly angered her... Father.

"W-well... Seeing as she did lose her memories, somehow. Try taking her around the village." A nurse said nervously.

"Show her things, places, that might help jog her memories, and ask her some questions to get an idea of how bad her condition truly is. Seeing as the fall wasn't that bad, she should be able to regain her memories in a week's time."

Her dad looked angry as hell to the point she was afraid he would lash out and kill the poor nurse, but thankfully he did nothing. Sakura as well felt weirded out at the explanation the doctors came up with. I mean, they were obviously Ninjas for crying out loud! Was that the best they could come up with? Well, least they healed her head though. It did hurt a little, but now it felt good as new.

While all that was going on, Sakura stayed strangely quiet, not making a single sound or saying anything to the nurses and doctors. Wherever they tried to coax her into a conversation, she gained a scared and panicked look that made her father come to her defense and stop them from 'giving her a panic attack.'

He wasn't that far off, actually.

Now, on their way home, seeing Sakura in a better mood, her father decided to ask her simple questions like:

"Do you remember your name?"

"...it's... Sakura Haruno."

'Haruno Sakura, the family name comes first, but we'll fix that later.'

"How about the village?"

"K-Konohagakure...?"

"your favorite place to go?"

Silence.

"your crush?" Who does not know you exist, was left unsaid.

"...Crush?"

That definitely caught her dad off guard. He recalls Sakura sometimes coming home talking about a 'Sasuke Uchiha' and how adorably cute he was. Of course, as a father, he was protective of his daughter, but she was only five years old and too shy to actually speak to the boy, so there was no need to worry about her little 'crush' on the young Uchiha boy. He was confident that it would pass as she grew older, but seeing her not remembering the Uchiha startled him, yet it also made him very, very pleased.

"Really? You don't remember an Uchiha kid?" He grinned to himself, making sure to look to the side and keep his voice steady. Trying to hold in his excitement. Nothing against the boy, but the moment Sakura developed her childish crush on him, he was put on the 'Warning! Potential Daughter Stealer!' List. Yes, that list actually exists. Had a few people in it as well. Just a few.

About Sasuke, Sakura knew who he was and that she was supposed to have a crush on him, but she— as Sara, wasn't actually fond of him. At all. She actually disliked him in Shippuden for all the wrongs and stupidity he did, and his terrible attitude, but as a kid? Meh. He was okay, but that didn't mean she liked him or had any sort of romantic feelings for him. Yes, she knew, in the end, he comes around and marries canon Sakura. Well, she's not Sakura, so she made a quick tactical decision to 'Forget my beloved crush who is no more to me'.

"No." she said as innocently as she could. Glancing up with big sparkly green eyes at her 'dad'.

"Should I?" As a final touch, she tilted her head adorably to the side.

'Yeeeeeeeeees!' Her dad did a mental victory dance but worried since now he thinks that her condition may be worse than he thought. "Nah..." He said. 'It just means I have to reteach her the basics, she'll figure the rest out by herself. I just need to watch over her in case she needs me...'

When they finally got home after some more simple questions, Sakura instantly went to 'her' room —the same pink room she woke up in and experienced true terror— Wanting to be alone, and sat down on 'her' bed taking everything that's happened in.

~~~~~Sakura's POV~~~~~

Why did this happen? How did this happen? Think back carefully... Okay, I went to sleep and woke up with the feeling of falling. The basic normal feeling of being on the edge of the bed and falling.

After I hit my head, I saw some strange guy who turns out to be Sakura's— now my father. Meaning I'm in freakin' anime! The animation was anime as well! But the animations were better, I could actually see each strand of my hair, and the characters were, even more, breath taking than it is legal. Seriously, it's actually weird, now that I think about it. I actually find my dad attractive. Could I be any creepier?

Of topic, anyways, after that I was taken to a hospital, who's doctors turned out to be completely— almost, useless, and the dud— my... Father... —God I'll never get used to this— start asking me some question which I tried to answer with my limited knowledge, and along the way, I recall glimpsing familiar places like... Ichiraku? Ramen stand. I'm not really sure about the name. It's been a very long time since I last saw or read anything related to Naruto.

We also walked by academies —says new dad—. Both the civilian and ninja academy, which means I should be close to entering one of them —most likely the ninja academy— seeing as I'm not yet the certain age to enter.

Again, The craziest of them all, I'm apparently in the Naruto world. The Naruto world. An anime. God, I'm so lost and confused about my situation!

I'm in a world where everyone breathes fire, controls elements, walk on walls and water, cast illusions, and kill as a job! How the hell am I supposed to be one of them!? I know it's cool and all, but when I rationally think about it, do I even want to get hurt or even inflict injury upon someone? Much less kill! And how do you even use chakra? Or even remember those complicated hand signs they frequently use? I know what the anime and some fanfictions I read said about chakra, but this is not the same! Everything's is just sooooo messed up, it's- ARGH!

I ended up screaming into my pillow.

"..."

To be honest, I'm surprisingly handling this very well... Not freaking out as much or going around denying anything. Even acting naturally with my 'new dad', hiding my identity very well, if I do say so myself. What's wrong with me?

"My head hurts." I groaned into my pillow. Why did it have to be Naruto? Why not something else, much safer, like Detective Conan? Yes, I know it's not safe, per say, but at least it did not have crazy supernatural killer people with OP powers! Or even man! I could have met the Noah! Allen Walker, Tim, Lala!

Oh, Lala-chan!

Mental sob.

Heck, I'm even fine with Nougami Neuro!

Hmm... Imagine I woke up in FREE!... That would be... Not too bad. I guess? All those hot guys are much better than this at least.

Oooooh~ I could've woken up in Gakkan Shoujo Nozaki-Kun and been a Mangaka or Nozaki's manager or something!

Not that I'm an artist, but if I woke up there then maybe I'll wake up with crazy artistic skills!

After a while of having my brain act weirdly, and fangirl over every other possibility, I sat up again and decided to check my new surroundings. Now, I knew from before that my new room was pink, but to my cringe, my whole room was that bright color, completely pink beyond the eye could see. I didn't mind the color much, but EVERYTHING was PINK! And I mean everything. Heck, even the wood was somehow pink! How? I will never know.

Now that I looked at my new room, I noticed that it was WAY to fancy. Almost fit for royalty, and it almost reminded me a bit of Yui Komori's room from Diabolik Loves.

What. The. Hell.

The bed was king sized, there was a large— compared to my current size — desk, and plenty of books (interesting books for someone who's only five years old, still kinda childish, yet there were some that I found interesting and made a mental list to read on a later date) and there was even a walk through closet with tons of clothes and shoes well organized. At the end of the closet was a door that led to the bathroom.

It was huge. Bigger than my old bathroom. Almost the size of my former room. My new room itself was twice the size of my old one.

The bathroom was amazing, it was probably the only thing that wasn't pink but a pure white in color. Almost like snow, with some nice touches of soft lavender here and there. A big tub sat in the middle, it looked like it could probable hold in four grown people, and still have enough room for them to feel comfortable.

There was a Landry disposal for clothes, a desk with organized shampoo bottles, a hair dryer, soups, towels, etc. anything one would need to be comfortable. In addition, there was a large human sized mirror that opens to show the sink with a small normal mirror on top of it. It was actually well hidden and the only reason I found it was because I accidentally tripped on the well polished ground and saw an opening telling me that there was another 'room' in there.

'What the hell does a five year old need all this for!?'

I cast a second glance at the sparkling tub.

'Spoiled brat. I'm a spoiled brat. Great. Just perfect. And the architecture makes no sense! Why is the sink hidden? Day one, and already nothing makes sense. I'm definitely in an anime.'

I decided, after getting over the weird bathroom and staring at my surroundings in disbelief, to go to bed after exploring my new room thoroughly, but not before going to my... Dad to ask him to change the color of my room. It was too creepy and I refused to live in such a unrealistic environment. Besides, I need to actually socialize with my 'dad', else something bad happens, like them discovering I'm not one of them. The outcome of messing up did not look promising.

'Or maybe I'll wake up in my old bed? Oh~ the possibilities!'

"But why? I thought pink was your favorite color" dad asked, confused, while drinking some tea elegantly and having this noble and respectable air around him. I doubt he's a civilian. I suspect ninja!

'That's really all I can suspect of a father like him in this world filled with ninjas.'

"... Y-yeah well... It's a nice color b-but... Too much... Pink" I stuttered. I STUTTERED! I must really be more uncomfortable than I though since I usually never stutter, ever. Of course I'd be nervous, but I actually practiced enough on what to say and how to say it! God, I'm so embarrassed, and if he really is a ninja I'm scared that he might instantly notice that I'm not who I'm supposed to be.

To my surprise, my dad simply nodded in understand with an almost relieved smile. Maybe he too thought all the pink was a bit much? Just a bit.

"So what color do you want it to be, sweetie?" He asked me happily, seeming very happy with the idea of redecorating my room.

Sorry Sakura, it's mine now.

"A-ano..." I blushed after hearing what he called me, feeling more embarrassed and a bit surprised at what I said. Now that I noticed it, why was everyone speaking in English? Or was I talking in Japanese without realizing it? Gasp! Or was it like that episode of Doctor Who, where they go to another country and the TARDIS automatically translates foreign languages to them so that each person understands the other, and it makes it seem like they were actually speaking to each other in the same language with them none the wisest!?

That would have been so cool if it was real.

Maybe it is real in another world... Can't rule out the possibility.

Anyways! Back on the subject at hand. "I don't care how you make it look, only if it's not too girly or too bland. I-I want it to look nice with a homey a-a-atmos-phere." My tongue got tied trying to pronounce the word 'atmosphere'. "Maybe use soft with a bit of dark color to make them clash nice-ly with each other? You know, like yin and... yang?" I trailed off awkwardly after seeing the blank look on Sak-My dad's face. Did I do or say something wrong?

"..."

My dad was silent for a bit, just staring at me with an unreadable look which caused me to shift from one foot to another, feeling very uncomfortable and self conscious. I realize I kept feeling that way all day. "How long did it take you to practice that?" He suddenly said, smiling proudly? What?

"Huh?"

"My God, Sakura! When I saw you reading a vocabulary book I didn't realize you would get so smart in such a short time! I mean your not yet six years old, yet you speak like a grownup! You make me so proud." he patted my head gently with a huge grin on his face. "So, how long?"

Mentally cursing myself for forgetting that I was supposed to act like a child, and hating what I'm about to do, I thanked whatever God there was out there for the dictionary Sakura 'apparently' reads which gave me a reason for my larger than a five year old vocabulary and turned around, running back into my room while shouting in the most silly and childish way I could "cant tell you! 'Night daddy!" And closed the door before jumping onto my comfy bed with the biggest blush on my face and closing my eyes, trying to go to sleep.

'God I'm so tired and my heart feels like it's about to burst out of my chest! So many things are going on.' I could feel my heart beating hard against my ribcages '... I wonder if Ino and Sakura are friends to begin with. Do I even want her as a friend?'

Slowly, my mind began to drift off as I started losing myself to the land of dreams once again. It feels like I just woke up a few hours ago, and already I'm so exhausted and sleepy even though I barely did anything at all.

'Is it just me, or is there something very wrong here? This... Doesn't feel the same...' With that final thought, my vision faded to black. The next time I'll wake up will hopefully be in my own body and room, away from the feeling of loss and disorientation.