The cruel shouting of her clock woke Hinata up almost immediately. She had gone to sleep tired and depressed, and found herself waking the same way. Today was the first day of her second marking period, not that she really cared. It was a Monday, and it was one bad Monday at that.

She pulled herself out of bed reluctantly, body shivering. It was cold, and her room had a bad draft. She often left her window cracked for fresh air, because the smell of the house was so… overbearing. Hinata hated the smell of her home.

She closed her window and proceeded to strip of pajamas. Old bruises spotted her body, some sickly yellow. Hinata got bruises, and kept them for months, and so she was a living museum of all her screw ups. The one on her hip was from walking into a desk, the one on her inner thigh from a low baseball she failed to catch, and of course the deformed blob on her shoulder was when her father took a good sock at her for breaking a glass.

Of course, Hinata could not see these bruises. She hated her body, and hated looking at it. She could only bear looking at her face.

Hinata hated her pale eyes, which revealed her foolishness.

Hinata hated her pale skin in which blue veins stuck out like neon signs.

Hinata hated her soft pink lips, which released cruel words.

Hinata hated her body, which was only slightly curved, and the fleshy lumps upon her chest that grew like a grotesque parasite.

Hinata hated this body because it was her own.

With a sigh of those pink lips, Hinata hooked the back of her bra. It was a plain white one, albeit new, and cradled her breasts. Over it, she slipped on a white sports bra- other wise, she felt naked, even if she wore clothing over it. She wore girl boxers of a soft baby blue- it was just because, likewise, she felt naked.

She then slipped on her sweatshirt, cream colored with faux fur trim. On each side of the shoulder was the iron on of the Hyuuga symbol. Hinata stepped into her slightly baggy black pants, and put a plain belt around her waist, as the pants were a little too big for her.

She combed out her hair with a few rough battles and then braided it into two long pigtails. It was the only way to manage her hair well, it was thick and long and got the worst knots if she didn't take care of it, and it often dripped over her face in class. Hinata had her mother to thank for spending hours to teach her young daughter how to braid. She only wore her braids to sleep or to school.

Hinata scooped up her schoolbag, a plain black backpack, and walked down to her kitchen. The analog clock read the time as six-forty. "I have twenty minutes," She drawled out softly, speaking to herself. Only her father was probably up right now. Even if she couldn't tolerate him personally, Hinata had to admit he was a hard worker. He worked early in the morning until late at night, as a business owner, stock holder, head of the Hyuuga clan, and man who needed to make money. He was a hard worker, so he wasn't the worst man- he at least cared for his family. Maybe not Hinata so much, but he still supported her. Hey, that was all she needed personally.

A bunch of papers spread across the kitchen table. Hinata sighed and put her sister's stuff back in her backpack, smiling. Even if Hanabi wasn't that fond of her older sister, her sister thought the girl was cute. Hinata knew how Hanabi loved her father, the little girl basically lived for him. She was the little princess and he was her King father. The sprawled out etchings on paper of Hanabi practicing her math spread across the table- the girl would try her best to master the subject. She might have been a bit lacking in the upper compartment, but that didn't mean she was trying. Hanabi just had no aptitude for anything that required a higher level of thinking.

Her smile flipped over as she spotted one of her sister doodles. Hinata crunched it into a paper ball and tried to pass the anger as a loud sigh. Hanabi didn't really like her older sister that much, and also liked to make crude and vulgar doodles. This one had Hinata being bitten by presumably a dog. Her face was grotesque and eyes set far apart. It wasn't detailed or anything, but it still stung.

'Are my eyes seriously set far apart…?' She wondered, as she threw away the paper and ate her breakfast- a banana and a glass of soymilk.

She put on her plain black shoes and stepped out the door. She walked down the stone path, which lead to massive gates. Other paths branched off this one, leading to other homes on the property. The homes were all connected by halls to form almost one whole house because otherwise it wouldn't be allowed, but no one was allowed other homes without permission. It was the Hyuuga compound, a massive home for its clan members. Anyone with dark hair, pale skin, and white or gray eyes (not always necessarily pure white, as the blood that strayed from the main branch caused light and dark gray eyes) lived here, with their family as their ancestors had done so for centuries.

Hinata pressed a button and the gate opened. She stepped out, and shut the it behind her. Instantly, her spirits brightened. That place was oppressive, and smelled and felt… off. She felt like she lost all freedom in there. She even skipped a bit in her step, feeling loose and happy. At least at school, no one bothered her.

Hell, they didn't even talk about her, they didn't care. And that fact made Hinata ecstatic.

She walked down the street, to her bus stop. As she waited, her cousin Neji passed by in his red convertible, not sparing her a look. Hinata didn't mind. Neji used to be her best friend, but for whatever reason, he started ignoring her. As long as he didn't show any obvious signs of hating her, Hinata felt trusting of her dear older cousin. All he did was advert his eyes, or ignore her, which wasn't hateful. If he told her that he hated her, it would almost be another story.

The bus slowed down for her, and she got on, sitting in the front seat. She smiled and looked out the window. Everyone else sat in the back.

The bus ride was slow and yet fast. On one hand, Hinata couldn't wait to get to school, but on the other hand, she definitely didn't want to see Uchiha Sasuke. He was in three of her classes. Their names were far enough though that she didn't sit that close to him.

'I don't want to see him again…I just want to have a nice day.'

The bus arrived twenty minutes later, and Hinata was by far the first one to get off, softly mumbling a thank you to the bus driver. She walked up the steps to the entrance, and froze for a second as she caught a glimpse of what was expecting her from the closing door.

Leaning against the lockers nonchalant was the devil himself. Sasuke Uchiha, with his biggest fans, Ino and Sakura. 'Oh, and another blonde… her name… Temari, yeah. Hmmm, he really gets all the girls. What the fuck.'

Hinata proudly marched in, head high. She was probably imagining that he was waiting for her. His locker was probably right here. Besides, they only talked twice. And once, she had been very close to smacking him, instead soaking him with her tea latte.

Didn't seem like they were well acquainted.

She walked down the hall, heading towards the school library, when she felt a firm grip upon her right wrist, and then a rough tug. Hinata basically fell into Sasuke's chest. And froze. "Stupid Hyuuga. Can't resist me, eh?"

She quickly freed herself, and spat out, "What part can't I resist? Oh, when you tug me like an inconsiderate bastard, treating me like a rag doll."

The she walked off. But he followed her. He could feel it.

He grabbed her braid, taking care not to tug. "You know, your hair is much prettier when its down."

"Fuck off, I like it like this." She stopped, flushed with rage. She couldn't take his words for truth, but could definitely get angry at them. Nothing pissed her off like Sasuke.

"I don't want to. Stop playing hard to get." He purred, bringing the long braid to his face. "You know you want this."

Hinata smacked his hand, making him let go of her braid. "I don't like you, why are you persistent!"

Sasuke grinned wickedly. "I don't like you either, I was simply playing with you. Can't you take a JOKE? Weird girls like you need to stop taking things so seriously. And I don't like how rough your flirting is, what kind of girl smacks the guy she likes? No, I won't go out with you."

Hinata's blood boiled. She HATED liars. Oh, if this wasn't school…

"I knew Sasuke wasn't serious!" The bubblegum haired girl came from nowhere, grabbing his arm. "But just so you know, Hinata-chan, Sasuke likes WOMEN like ME."

"And ME. Yeah, but we won't hold it against you Hinata-chan… no one can resist Sasuke." Ino added, grabbing his other arm. She grinned. She and Sakura had no reason to hate Hinata, she simply wasn't any real threat.

"You see, Sasuke likes real women. I'm sorry, you're cute, but he's out of your league." Temari added, following the three as the walked off.

"…" Hinata's eyes bulged.

"…" She took a deep breath.

"…prick," She growled, calming down.

"Ne, Hinata-chan, its okay! Sasuke's a stupid bastard." Mere words couldn't explain how angelic Naruto seemed at this moment. Hinata's face reddened heavily, and she dipped her head low to hide it.

"Eh…ah…" She mumbled, trying to say anything at all.

"…well, I'll see you later!" Naruto jogged off after the four. Under his breath, he inaudibly mumbled, "Creepy chick."

"A-ah, see you later, Naruto-kun!" Hinata shouted with a squeaky voice, but it was too late.

She began walking again, sighing. "This morning sucks."

What. An. Ass.

Things will look better soon, I think. Maybe I'll add a bit of SasuHina scenes, but this won't end up being SasuHina. Or NaruHina, FYI, and while I dont mean to insult its fans, NaruHina sucks. I've only found one good fanfic of them, everything else is ick. In my opinion.

I like crack pairings. Feel free to suggest some.