Chapter Three:
The written test was so easy. I finished ten minutes early but Gaara looked confused. I wasn't sure if it was about the test or something else. Suddenly, I see Naruto's spiky blonde hair. "Hey, Naru-kun!" I call out to him and he quickly runs over. "Hey Tsukiko-chan!" He says enthusiastically. "That test was so hard! I hope I passed!" He says. "I found the test quite easy actually," I responded. "Well, I'm going to go talk to Gaara-kun," I said. "Okay! By the way Tsukiko you're blushing!" Naruto chuckles. "I am not!" I hollered in his ear. "What ever you say," He said sarcastically and ran off. I wonder where Gaara is right now. The sky's getting stormy it'll rain soon. I love the rain. Everything looks so beautiful. I see the blonde haired girl he was with Gaara earlier and race over to her. "Hi!" I said approaching her. She looked at me and gave me a friendly wave. "Hey," She said. "I'm Tsukiko, who are you?" I ask. "I'm Temari, I guess it's nice meeting you," she replied. "Have you see Gaara-kun by any chance?" I asked curiously. "You mean my younger brother? Why are you so interested in him? Well any way, last time I saw him he was in the training grounds but I'm not sure which one," She laughed. "Okay! Thanks," I said. "Just a tip for you when you're around him, do not bring up his past, okay," She said sternly. "Thanks Temari-chan," I said to her and ran off. Temari's really kind; I'd like to hang out with her more. Great, now I have to look in all the training grounds for him. This is going to take a loooong time……… Um… which training ground should I look in first? I'll look in lucky number seven first! It's not to far off either! Okay, turn right from the tea house, go straight ahead, now turn left and turn left again when I see the ramen stand! That's all I have to do! I raced to the training ground as fast as I could but… I forgot the directions so by the time I got there the sun was already setting. I'm really ditzy today! I jump the fence and start searching for him… I'm probably not going to find him… I hope I do though! Even if I don't find him I still get to enjoy the beautiful trees and flowers. I don't consider myself girly though. I hate the colour pink and I don't really do the 'squeal of doom' when I see something I like or a hot guy. I like Gaara's eye colour though. I just hate that overwhelming sense of abhorrence. By a nearby tree I see my favourite flower, the purple daisy. I rush to it and pluck a flower off its stem and put it in behind my right ear. I'm so worn out I've been looking for an hour! I'll just take a rest here for a couple of minutes. Right after I sit down I hear a hoarse voice, "What do want?" It asked rudely. I looked up to see Gaara staring down at me from the tree branches. "Oh, nothing," I said. "I better go, you're probably scared of me like everyone else," He growled. "No, in fact, I want you to stay!" I said emphasising the word want in my sentence. I think Gaara's kind of cute when he's not being a jerk. I think it's especially cute when he's confused. "So how are you Gaara?" I ask. He didn't respond. I'll just wait awhile. "….Good," He said finally answering my question after five minutes. "That's good," I say cheerily. "So Gaara-kun do you want to…" I cut myself off. I can't believe he's gone! I didn't even see him leave! I was just about to ask him if we could train together. I look up at the sky and see how dark it is. I better get going my dad's probably worried about me! He hates it when I'm out late. I hope he doesn't get mad! It's so scary when he's angry. He yells at me and he says such mean things I want to cry! He was always happy before Mom and Jakie died. I miss them so much it hurts! But, I remember what Mom said to me before she died, "Don't be sad, I'll always watch over you, I'm the voice of the wind," I'll always remember how we told stories of magical gardens and elves. "Elves exist, you just have to look hard enough," She used to say. One time I looked so hard I thought I actually saw a glimpse of one. "Clap three times if you believe in fairies!" We'd say together and clap our hands. Dad doesn't believe in magic. I pretend I don't around him but I always do! It's magic that makes me believe that I can be happy no matter what happens. Sometimes, I can even hear Mom's voice if I listen to the wind hard enough.
