Aaand…this one is edited as well…

But the more I'm reading it, the more I hate it and it seems like there's no point to the story when it's on paper…

There is a plot, yes, but it's barely there…ugh….

I'm considering discontinuing now….

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The next day, Sakura's alarm didn't have to even wake her up. It was quite a surprise to Mrs. Haruno, walking into the girl's bedroom, expecting to have to drag her out of bed or pour icy water on her head, only to find her daughter up and sitting on the edge of her bed, staring blankly off at the wall in front of her. Sakura was even dressed.

That morning, she wore a large green sweater that matched her eyes perfectly, making them stand out even more under her short pink locks. Covering her legs was a pair of snug jeans, flaring at the bottom, and a few patches beginning to fray.

There was a strange, faraway look in her emerald eyes, but it soon dispersed, returning to their normal, happy state at her mother's inquisitive look.

"Sakura? Are you okay, dear?" asked Mrs. Haruno, her voice concerned. She walked quietly into the room and sat next to her daughter, her eyes roaming carefully of Sakura's face, studying her every expression.

Sakura sighed and shook her head, a small knowing smile playing her lips. She knew exactly what her mother was doing her, analyzing her like that. Sakura tended lie when it came to her mother and emotions. Even she, the ditzy one who would never admit to even herself how she was really feeling, had to admit that.

"It's nothing, Mom! You worry too much! I'm just...excited...about school! I love it!" she forced a fake smile onto her face and a mask-like expression fell over her features. The smile never faded from her face.

"Uhmm...o-okay...S-Sakura dear...I was just curious..." Mrs. Haruno stood up and began edging timidly to the door. Sakura's smile was a little scary...the way it was just...there...

Sakura chuckled as her mother closed the door hurriedly and heard her footsteps down the stairs. Then the smile slipped and a look of despair replaced it. The happiness drained from her eyes to be filled with another emotion: worry.

' Damn...I so don't want to go to school today...' she thought, standing up and stretching. She grabbed her bag in one hand and followed her mother downstairs, dragging her feet reluctantly across the carpet as she slowly made her way down the stairs. Right about now, she was wishing two things :one, that she was anywhere but there and two, that she was a snail so she could go naturally slow and didn't have to worry about going to school because by the time she would get there, it would be over.

The front door slammed as she made her way out. Her head was hung and she was feeling oddly depressed. She couldn't explain it, but she had this really bad, dreading feeling about the day. Slowly, she trudged down her street, not really paying much attention to her surroundings. Of course, when walking down a street, and being someone as klutzy as she, she probably should have been...especially with all those things that tended to get in her way.

"Ow! Stupid pole! Watch where you're going!" Just like poles. Yes, telephone poles. They seemed to have it out for klutzy girls. (I should know...I cant count how many I've walked into them...not to mention all those damn stop signs...)

"Don't blame the pole...baka..."

Sakura spun around. And, just her luck, came face to face with the last person she wanted to when she was having a bad day like this one: Uchiha Sasuke. In all his big-blue shirted- spiky- ebony- hair- and- emotionless- pitted -glory. Sakura grimaced at him...well actually it was more like she was grimacing at his hair...

"My god, Spiky! How much gel can one guy use in one day? How the hell do you get it to stay up like that? It's practically defying the laws of gravity! What did you buy out the entire pharmacy's gel supply!" her eyes were as wide as saucers. She felt like she was rambling a little. But this was to keep from asking him what that look had been about yesterday. Besides. It was fun to make fun of a guy that most likely had never heard an insult in his life before. At least, not from a girl...

"Hn...at least I'm not stupid enough to think poles move just to knock me down." was his cool reply. He had the smallest of a smirk on his lips as he watched the rose-haired girl grit her teeth in anger and quietly seethe.

"They do! They purposely move! Honest! When you're not looking, they sneak up on you and then secretly plot your downfall! You just don't know it because you don't have a big enough brain!" Sakura spat, her brow was furrowed and her mouth was pulled into a small, almost pout-like frown. As strange as it sounded, it still made her look cute.

"Nnhnn..." he raised a dark, skeptical eyebrow. Sakura knew he was silently questioning her sanity and could tell by his expression that 'Nnhnn...' clearly meant,' I'm sure...yah...you keep telling yourself that...and I'll go way over there...and...Um...do something as far away from you as I can manage...'

Sakura giggled under her breath. The image of a guy like Sasuke saying something like that was quite amusing.

"Whatever..." the object of her thoughts turned, his dark bangs falling around his face as he turned and began walking away.

Sakura blinked. Then she began thinking. Now, her being Sakura, as we all know, her and thinking as well as being a klutz, and attempting to walk, did not fall in the same categories, sadly, so as soon as she 'tried' to catch up with the Uchiha to ask him the question that had popped into her mind, she promptly tripped.

"Ah...Ow..." she muttered from her spot on the ground. She sat up and rubbed the back of her head. It hurt a bit.

"Klutz..." scoffed Sasuke, barely turning. His head was slightly cocked in her direction, however, so he could clearly see the small blush that traveled up her pale cheeks in response.

Sakura didn't say anything as she carefully stood up, whipping off the front of her jeans and glancing suspiciously around for the cause of it. 'What was it this time? A rock! I'll smash it into little teeny-tiny...oh...it...was a crack...a little...crack...' her eye twitched at the thought. Taking a deep breath of cool air to calm her down, she glanced at the Uchiha, only to find him smirking at her. Of course, this set her off again.

"What the hell are you smirking at, peanut-for-an-imagination!" she asked crossly, her green eyes shooting daggers.

Sasuke raised an eyebrow at the name, but shrugged his shoulders an inch before turning back around to continue his walk to school.

Sakura huffed. He was really getting under his skin with his I'm-too-cool-to-care Act. One of these days, she just wanted to swing a textbook at his perfect face and see how he'd react to that. She brushed past him, still fuming and grumbling under her breath, not daring to look back at him.

But if she had, she would have seen that same small smirk on his face. 'She's cute when she's mad...'

She kept walking, her previous mood gone with the wind.

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"Do you know the muffin man, the muffin man, the muffin man, the muffin man? Do you know the muffin man who lives-on-something-I-can't-pronounce Lane!" Sakura nodded her head, a happy cheerful smile lighting up her face as well as her eyes.

"Oh really now?" said Gaara, raising his none existent eyebrows.

"Yup!" she responded, laughing as she tapped her fingers to the beat in her head.

"Weird...I thought it was Blueberry Lane.." muttered Naruto, his nose scrunching in thought.

"No! It was Pillsburry! Pillsbury Lane!" said Ino said stubbornly from behind Naruto, jabbing him in the back with a sharp nail.

"Ow!"

"No way! That's that fat white thing that looks like some cross between a mutated snow man and a midget chef-dude!" Tenten argued, throwing her pencil at Ino and missing by inches, only to hit Naruto in the ear.

"Ow! What the hell! Is this target practice?!"

"Nuh-uh! It is so Boysenberry Lane!"

"What the hell! Not even close!"

"Fine! How about Blueberry Lane!"

"That's what I said! And stop poking me with those claws, Ino!"

"Well then we can't have you be right!"

"Why not?!"

"Hey! I know! Lets just call it Fruity Lane!"

"Why would we do that, Chouji?"

" 'Cuz it clearly has something to do with fruit…or something close to it.."

"Oh yeah..."

The group quieted down. Sakura turned to Gaara, them being the only two that hadn't been arguing, and spoke. "Did they just get into a fight about which lane the muffin man lived on?"

Gaara nodded quietly and stood up as the bell rang. They all filed out of the classroom, Ino and Naruto bickering. Ino was saying something about rather smashing her head in a brick wall than cutting off her nails. Of course, Naruto told her that this could be arranged and now he has his head lodged in the girls' room toilet...which resulted in many girls screaming...

Sakura was still lost in thought...she couldn't remember where her next class was..."Eghh...Biology? Art? No...I had that a while ago...Ermm...Math? No...AH! That's right! I have History! I think..."

The rest, except of course Naruto and Ino, glanced at her.

"Sakura-chan...You have Biology...with me..." Hinata said in a whisper-like voice.

Sakura blinked and suddenly remembered. "Oh yeah…" Then she shrugged and followed her timid pale-eyed friend down a hall. She concentrated on her feet, not feeling like tripping and dropping all her books. Thankfully, she made it in one piece and took her seat behind the large black-counter topped desks.

Students began filing in and the teacher followed right after. Sakura pursed her lips, knowing she should pay attention, but didn't really feel like it this particular day. So she turned to stare out the window. And who do you think she saw out there?

A soft gasp left her lips, unnoticed by anyone and she squinted out the window for a better view, trying to confirm what she saw.

"No...Way..." she whispered. Her eyes confirmed it. There under, a large oak tree, sat Hyuuga Neji, his arms wrapped somewhat lovingly around a smiling Tenten. Sakura smiled softly as she saw Tenten lift her head slightly back and said something to Neji, who, surprisingly, smiled. It was warm, unlike the Neji Sakura had seen the day before. Silently, she wondered if this had been going on for a while and if it was a secret. Sakura turned, trying to give them some privacy. But she felt a small feeling move inside of her...a longing to be held just the way she had seen Tenten being held...lovingly.

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kk, that's it for now! plllllz, answer any of my questions i put at the beginning and please send me a review! pllllllllllllllllllllzzzzzzzzzzzzz!