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Sadly...i do not own Naruto. It is a sad day indeed.


First period had been in progress for roughly thirty minutes. So said the clock on the wall above the white board that Sakura was wanting to stamp on. For the pinkette, those thirty minutes felt akin to an eternity spent being brutally tortured in hell. The reason being that she had spent said thirty minutes glancing quickly at the clock in between glaring at her desk and trying to keep her mind focused on what Kakashi was talking about and jotting down the occasional note or two. All of which was done whilst desperately trying to ignore the red head sat next to her, who she just knew was watching her every move- if the tingling of skin and hairs of the back of her neck were anything to go by.

Another glance at the clock. All but a minute had passed. 'Another hour... oh help.' she thought, as once again she felt the sensation of eyes floating across her. She held back the need to shiver, instead sending the desk a more heated glare. Not that it was working. She was getting closer and closer to sending her glare-of-death at the new student and was grateful when she was stopped from doing so by her friend giving her a sharp nudge.

"Blue text book, page 210, questions 1 to 8." Said Tenten before beginning to scribble words down on her notebook. Sakura sighed in relief and whispered her thanks to her friend. It wasn't the first time she had saved her from the embarrassment of asking the teacher what she was meant to be doing. The pinkette reached down into her bag and pulled out the relevant text book, opening to the correct page and setting in on her desk.

She watched out of the corner of her emerald eyes as Gaara did the same. Only, rather than putting his book on the table, he lent back in his seat, hitched his knees up against the front of the desk and rested the book against his knees. She was about to reluctantly ask him if he knew what he was doing when she almost jumped out her her chair in surprise as Gaara's pen began writing on it's own, darting back and fourth across the paper leaving a trail of neat, old style lettering that formed words.

Upon closer inspection, or as close as she could look without it being as obvious as the difference between day and night, she realised that no, the pen wasn't possessed. Instead, it was being held and controlled by a small, almost invisible swirl of sand. Amazed, she quickly looked around the class to see if anyone else had noticed and found that they were all quite busy working away, as oblivious to the sand as she was to her lack of answers. Ensuring her eyes weren't deceiving her, she looked back to the red head desk, staring as the sand continued to dance with the pen across the page.

Her staring was interrupted when the pinkette felt something tap twice against the back of her hand. Instinctively she looked down and was forced to stifle a yelp when she found another small cloud of sand holding her pen next to her hand as if for her to take it. To shocked to think first, she spun her head to look at she boy beside her to be met with a small amused smirk before he returned to his book.

Her mind unable to form anything even reasonably coherent, she slowly turned back to her own desk to find the sand gone and her pen still on the table. Just to be sure, she stuck out one finger and gently prodded the pen, making in wobble slightly before returning to a standstill. Satisfied that there was no weird floating sand about the attack her, she shuffled to the left hand side of her chair in a bit to get as far away from the new student as possible before picking up her pen and beginning to scrawl answers on her own sheet of paper, only glancing at Tenten's work once or twice and occasionally feeling Gaara's eyes on her.


After what she determined to feel like forever five times repeated, the sound of the beloved end-of-class bell finally echoed across the school, the signal for both teacher and student alike to run from the classroom before they went insane. More than ready to welcome the twenty minute break with open and loving arms, Sakura swept her things into her bag, told Hinata and Tenten to meet her by the tree outside and darted for the door before anything else even remotely weird could happen to her.

Arriving at her locker before most people had even left their classrooms, she quickly jammed her key into the lock, empted her bag of her now not needed books and replaced than with the things for her next lesson. She took a moment to breathe and to think about whether or not she should mention the sand to Hinata. After a minute or two and deciding that no, she didn't want to appear insane to her friend, Sakura shut her locker, removed the key and setting off towards the exit door closest to the tree she was to meet her friends at.

Stepping out into the bright sunshine, despite it being autumn, she shaded her eyes with her hand and looked around. There were a few students sat about on the grass, but the spot under the shade of the tree was free and so she made her way over and sat down to wait for her friends. Hinata and Tenten had been unlucky when given lockers and had to walk to the other side of the school, even though none of their lessons were over there. Sakura, on the other hand, had been lucky.

After five minuted or so, Hinata emerged from the same door as Sakura had and quickly jogged over to her friend who by this time was somewhere in between awake and asleep. In her dozing she didn't notice her friend approaching.

"Hey, Sakura! I told you to go to bed earlier!" Said the dark haired girl, smiling a little. She had tried to get her friend in bed earlier, since she was always tired at school, but had failed. Sakura could be incredibly stubborn when watching something on TV.

"Nhmm... Wha- oh hey Hina." The pinkette mumbled, straightening up from her position against the tree. "Where's Tenten?" she asked, now being awake enough to notice the absence of her other friend.

"We bumped into Neji. He stole away with her saying something about 'martial arts'." Hinata giggled a little and rolled her eyes. The entire school knew that the Hyuga male had a crush on the

knife lover and vice versa, but they were both too stubborn to admit it to each other. "Anyway, what do you think to the new guy?"

Sakura struggled against blushing, remembering her thoughts on him before the sand incident. Instead of answering with words, she simply shrugged. Hoping she would look disinterested.

"You don't think he's cute?" Hinata continued.

"Ugh, maybe a little. He's nothing special though." Ok, it was a lie. The voice inside her head was beating her for it, but she just wanted her friend to drop the subject.

"Oh, sure. You said Sasuke was 'special'." The dark haired girl wasn't entirely sure why she brought 'The Bastard' up but regretted in when her friend sent her a rather dark glare. "Ok, sorry. But didn't you notice how he was watching you?" Sakura held back a groan and her friends persistence.

"Hina, I have natural pink hair. Lots of people look at me."

"I suppose." Sakura hid a smile at her friends defeat.

"Anyway, since we have no more lessons today, which is appalling if you ask me, where are we meeting at the end of the day?" Despite being with Hinata in most of her lessons throughout the week, on a Thursday the lessons in which she was without her friend joined forces and she had to endure three lessons alone. Well, not alone. She had Neji in one, Tenten and Naruto in another and the two boys she had been sat between in her last class Shikamaru, who allowed her to copy notes and Sai who spent the majority of the class doodling on Sakura's arm... and then copying Shikamaru's notes from Sakura.

"Well... I... Naruto..." Hinata was cut off from the attempts at making a sentence by her friend squealing.

"Did you ask him?" She asked, watching her friend blush uncontrollably.

"He...asked me."

"Really? Oh, Hina, that's brilliant!" She squealed again and practically jumped on her friend who giggled, still blushing.

"I know, but I almost fainted in the hall!" The Hyuga admitted. She'd secretly liked the blonde idiot for over a year but was always too shy to admit it. She guessed Sakura had something to do with him asking her for a date.

Before Sakura could start asking questions the bell rang again and the two girls got up, slinging their bags over their shoulders. Sakura gave her friend a hug and demanded to know everything about the date once she got back to the dorm before starting off towards her next lesson, praying, to any god that would listen, for Gaara not to be in any more of her classes.


OK...I'm amazed at the shortness myself...and i wrote it. I guess i was tired that night. Oh well.

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