Okay, these are just a series of Gaara's journal entries from the TWK time line. I want to make one to parallel each TWK chapter. We'll see. They're short so I'm hoping to update every time I update PWK, but nothing is for sure.

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto.

September 7 First period

I found a fascinating rock on my way to school this morning. I picked it up and decided to keep it as a paperweight for when I'm writing outside. It's that steely shade of grey that almost looks blue. It reminds me of nimbostratus clouds and smells like rain. I close my fist around it in my pocket and I imagine my own heart made of stone.

I've always wondered why people say that like it's a bad thing. If our hearts were made of stone they'd never break. We would never have to die. Just because your heart is made of stone doesn't mean you don't have feelings. That's a separate organ and body system all together. Maybe if your brain were made of stone or if your skin were made of stone, then you couldn't feel pleasure or pain. You couldn't feel warmth.

I am cold. I am always cold.

It's only autumn but I'm already freezing. I rub my hands together and I try waking them with my breath but my breath is cold too. I am the cold.

I need a cigarette.

Third period

I'm in English class. I have a pounding headache. I think a fat person is playing a gong inside my head. I have a feeling it's because I haven't eaten since yesterday morning. It's not a gong it's a dinner bell. It's in sync with my stomach growling.

Guy is quite the animated teacher. Usually I find his energy to be tiresome but as of lately it's been comforting. Here is a man who comes in everyday, rain or shine, and tries to share something he loves with the next generation of writers. I wished I had figured out this essence before. It makes me feel guilty for what I did to Lee.

Guy is assigning a yearlong assignment. It's a partners project so I can't really see myself working on it. I don't do partners.

Basically, we're supposed to read a book from cover to cover and then pick up where the author left off at the end of the story. It doesn't sound too difficult. Actually, it almost sounds enjoyable. Imagine being able to bend a story into your own liking. You can fix the mistakes in the original and connect with the author. You take your own novelty and blend with the author's style. It's an exploration but not without parameters. You cannot change the souls of the characters. You can fill in the blanks in their histories and map out their futures but you have to remember that characters of fiction live and breathe just like you and me.

God have mercy. I've been paired with the queen bee herself.

She's staring at me now. I imagine that she's quite horrified. Guy must be punishing her for giving Lee the cold shoulder. I'm almost interested in seeing how she handles it. I don't know what disgusts her more, the prospect of failing or the prospect of having to talk to me.

I had a dream about her weeks ago. It took place ten years from now. Sakura Haruno was begging me to go out on a date with her. The odds of that ever happening are a googolplex to one. The same goes for that… pleasurable dream I had about her in the eighth grade. I was haunted for weeks by that dream. I'm struggling not to think about it now.

I remember Temari telling me when I was six years old that if I wasn't quiet at night a man with an axe would break out of the dream world and cut me into little pieces and then set me on fire. The same went for spending to long in the bathroom. A man would climb up from the toilet and beat me to death with an iron plunger. Or toxic gasses would seep out of the shower drain and melt my heart and lungs so I bled out from every orifice of my body. If I ate too much at dinner my food would turn to radon in my stomach and I would get cancer and die. If I touched anything that belonged to her my hands would explode.

Class is over. Not a moment too soon. I don't like where my mind was going with that one.

Fourth period

So Haruno cornered me after the bell rang. It would seem that she cares more about her schoolwork than she does her own comfort. That is certainly interesting.

Her mouth said that she wants to work with me but her eyes said just the opposite. They made if perfectly clear that she doesn't want to be within a five-foot radius of me.

"What can I help you with, Haruno?" I asked her.

"Um like, when do you want to work on our project?" she asked in a high girlish voice. "I like love school… a lot. I'm a super busy and important person so I don't have time to work on it when you're free. We have to do it according to my cute little schedule."

"I'll try to facilitate your schedule anyway I can." I answered politely.

"Yes." Haruno cackled manically. "I demand that you meet me on Thursday."

"I apologize," I smiled gently. "But I have work on that particular day. Perhaps another time?"

Haruno snarled. "Fuck you. What day can you meet me?"

I put my hand on my chin and contemplated the issue. "Well I'm not working this spring. Would it be alright if we postponed working until then?"

"No!" Haruno screeched. "I'm not working in the spring," she mimicked hatefully. "No! If you don't do as I say right now I'm going to poke your eyes out with my mechanical pencil." I looked down and saw that she had a pencil in her clenched fist. She shook it menacingly. "So what will it be, asshole? Will you do what I say or face the consequences of defying me?"

I swallowed my fear. "Please, Haruno, I don't want to start any trouble. Perhaps it would be best if you worked on the project by yourself for a while and then forwarded me your work later in the season so I can contribute as well?"

Haruno furiously attempted to stab me with her pencil but I ducked just in time. "How dare you tell me what to do?" she growled like a mad dog. "Face my wrath!"

"Maybe we can discuss this again when you've calmed down." I took a few steps backwards preparing myself to flee into the hallway. I bowed my head. "Until then, please feel better."

"You dirty bastard!" she hurled the pencil at me. "Come back here so I can stomp on your testicles! Fear me! Fear me!"

I was able to get to my next class without any more trouble but I was still quite shaken by our encounter. Thankfully, we didn't have math together so I didn't have to worry about her continuing her assault. I'm lucky to be alive.

I have actually a couple of these written from when I wrote the original story. I wanted to post them on my livejournal, but the thing with that is, I don't actually know how to work livejournal. I made one a while ago and I've recently started using it because my therapist wants me to keep a journal, and I figured, why not a journal that strangers can read? I like the idea of strangers trying to understand me through silly little entries. Anyways. I'll put my link on my homepage so everyone can friend me because I don't have any friends yet. I don't actually know what a friend does or how to make them on the website but I know that more friends is good. I think. ANYWAYS.

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