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I was fifteen, when it happened.

I finally realized that my once perfect family was falling apart, and there wasn't a damn thing I could do about it. I wanted to scream at my parents, and I wanted to hate them, but instead I stayed mute.

The hardest part of it all, was when I could hear them through the walls of my room. Arguing of coarse, about their marriage, while they thought I was asleep. Many nights I cried myself to sleep, and they were so blind to see my tears. I wanted it to stay like that.

I was always a stubborn person, even when I was hurting inside. No one ever know my pain, because I wasn't going to cry about it. I thought maybe if I pretended it wasn't there, it would pass over, but it didn't. Nothing ever passed over.

I blame myself for being so naïve, about the marriage. Always believing that they were a loving married couple, Why was I so blind to see under the surface?

Now that I am seventeen, my eyes are wide open. I am not the same naïve girl that I was two years ago. I've learned from staying up late, hearing them arguing, about all their secrets.

A mother, who cannot control her feeling about the same sex, wishing for a relationship outside of the marriage. A mother, who doesn't care what happens to here family, and doesn't care who she hurts. What kind of mother is she?

A father, who is so driven to hate his own daughter, my sister. A man that tries to keep the wires in the marriage tied, while mother ties to untie them. One day that wire is going to break and my father will be left alone. What kind of father is he?

A sister, who thieves on her greed, to captured in the idea of riches. A girl that rather love her own money than her own father. What kind of daughter in she?

A brother, who doesn't care what happens, only caring about technology to enjoy him. A man is so naïve in his own world, will he ever step out of his world into another? What kind of son is he?

And then there is me. A girl, who was learnt to grow up, before her time. All the fighting, all the swearing, and all the pain has aged me to what I am today. A lonely girl, who is hollow on the inside, with fake smiles on the outside, never letting anyone know her pain. What kind of daughter am I?

A fake family, with hollow dreams of becoming one. A family that is shattered in many pieces, and no one daring to pick up the pieces. What kind of family are we?

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I curled up into a ball on my bed. Tears welded up in my eyes, as I can hear them, again through the wall. There arguing has gotten worst lately, and I stayed up later.

"I can do what I want, and you have no say in what I do," I heard mother's harsh voice hiss at father.

"I am your husband, doesn't that mean anything to you," his voice full of sorrow, "don't you care that are family is falling apart."

"I don't care," that was all I heard from mother, while the door to their room whipped open. Mother's feet stormed out of the room, leaving my tear filled father behind.

I wanted to cry right now. I wanted to scream and tell them to stop, but my voice was gone. Instead, I grabbed my iPod, turning the volume up, blocking out the world around me. This was my escape from the world, music. My IPod was always by my side, it was like a best friend to me.

My pink locks flowed freely on my pillow case. I twirled one of the locks that got into my face around my finger. I had mother's hair, and I hated the fact that it reminded me of her.

I pulled up the sheets up to my shoulder. It was two A.M that I stayed up from them fighting. Right now, all I wanted to go was sleep, and try not to dream about anything.

--

Morning broke free through my curtains, shining into my half waken eyes.

It was morning, and it was time for school. How much I hated school.

My door to my room bust open from my forceful sister's hands, "time for school!"

I shifted in my bed, pretending not to have heard her. My sister grunted, storming over to my bedside, ripping the covers off me, "GET UP."

My emerald eyes darted over to her. There my twin sister in all her grace, in her white long sleeved blouse, and dark blue mini shirt, hands planted on her hips. Auburn colored hair, hazel eyes, and her perfectly tanned skin, yep, it was definably my twin. Which, I have no idea, why we are, since we look nothing alike. Maybe they messed up at the hospital, and my true sister is still somewhere out there.

"Just five more minutes, Ai" My words came out sludgy, digging my head into my pillow.

"NO, UP NOW," her voice screeched, echoing of the walls. These are the times, when I wonder, why in the world my parents named her Ai, that means love. She had no love in any ounce of her whole body.

"Fine," I grunted, slowly pushing myself off the bed, "have it your way."

"Cause my way is always better," a huge wide smirk spread across her face.

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I walked down the stairs of my house, hurrying to get out of the door, until mother got glimpse of me.

"Sakura, why in the world is your hair up," a fowl look on her face, "your hair looks lovely, when its down."

It was a rare occasion, when mother gave me a sort of complaint.

"It gets in my way, and I rather have it up. Less time to deal with it," I muttered, sitting down by the doorway, fitting into my boots.

"Your such a loser," Ai glanced at me, while leaning against the door fame.

"Don't say that, Ai," my brother clumsily walked down the door. My emerald eyes gleamed at him, 'brother is sticking up for me.'

"She's not a loser, she's a geek," brother chuckled, while walking over to get his backpack.

And the hope in my eyes died.

"Oh.. and why do you say that," mother yawned, sitting down on the couch.

"No ones like her, I mean she has like one friend," my auburn haired twin sighed.

"Not true! I have many friends," I protested, getting up swinging my backpack over my shoulders.

"Oh ya, many friends, like the trees, your IPod, and whatever you talk to," brother walked out the doorway.

Mother and Ai chuckled, not even my family approved of me.

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I dug into my locker, looking for my pink binder, "where is it, where is it," I muttered to myself.

"You talking to yourself, again. Haruno" a voice piped up behind me.

I spun around alerted, dropping my books that were in my hands.

My eyes widened, it was Kiba Inuzuka, the school jock. Him and his little posy that followed him everywhere, were laughing at me for dropping my books.

"First you talk to yourself, and now you're a klutz," the dog teen let out a hearty laugh, "your such a dork."

My sister was on the right side of him, surely she would stand up from me, at least once, "Ok lets leave my dorky sister be, so she can talk to her locker."

So my sister wasn't the greatest sister in the world.



"Ok, but its hard to image that she is your twin," another boy shot me a glance, and with that they left.

I grunted in annoyance, 'stupid twin, stupid Kiba.' I bent down, grabbing my degraded books from the floor.

No way in hell was there words going to get to me, just no way. I was strong, and I will not let them see me crack like an egg in front of them. 'Only a year and I will be out of this place.'

"Hi Sakura," a sweet voice was heard above me.

I tilled my head up, to see my only friend that I had. Her violet hair, sweet pale eyes, and warm smile, was just what I needed to get over that whole situation that just happened.

"Hey Hinata," I sighed deeply, picking up the last of my books, "let me guess you just saw what happened."

"Ya," she extended her hand out to me, and I took it.

My emerald eyes locked on to the ground, 'was I that much of a disgrace.'

I mean, I was descent looking; I washed my silky pink hair everyday. My face was flawless, and my outfits were ok to say the least. A long over- sized beige hoodie, with jean pants, and heavy boots. I was normal right? But then why did people have to pick on me?

"you ok?" Hinata looked at me worriedly.

"Ya, I'm just tired that's all," I perked my head up, giving her a fake smile.

And that's when I saw him, the boy of my dreams, walking down the hall. My eyes locked on to him. If there was only once thing I wanted in the world, it would to be loved by him.

Sasuke Uchiha, the hottest boy in all Konoha high.

His ravened black hair perfectly framing his face. Black onyx eyes that show all off all the mystery of him, which teen girls seem to want about him, even more. His dark blue tight shirt that clung to his body, that showed off all his muscles and his long cargo pants that fitted him so well.

Oh how, I wanted Sasuke Uchiha.

But I was a no one, and he was a someone.

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