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For you all who think Sakura is a smart or independent human being. Then you're probably not going to like this chapter because Sakura isn't.

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Chapter 8

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"S-Sakura, wait!" I tried to stop her from going back into the lunch room.

I knew I shouldn't be worried about what she thought about me and Sasuke, but I was. If it wasn't bad enough that Sakura thought me interesting enough to bully—why would she even care about something like that? Compared to her, I'm dust—but now that she saw me with her new love interest, I was as good as gone.

"You know what?" she turned and looked at me.

I sighed, at least I didn't have to worry about her telling her friends anytime soon.

"I was going to forget about what you did to me in the gym, but now…," she gave a sly smile, "…you're as good as gone."

She snapped her fingers, as if to say: That's right, I said it. And then she walked back into the lunchroom.

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Kurenia stood tall in front of the class as she thought about the play Romeo and Juliet. I admired her confidence and sometimes wished I could be half as beautiful and as bold as her.

"So, that will be your homework," Kurenia said. "Class dismissed," she rounded off.

If only I heard what she said, I thought as I got up.

"Hinata, do you have a minute?" Kurenia addressed me. She had been my tutor in first year, when my grades were really bad.

"Y-yes," I walked towards her desk.

"The Konoha High School dance is the most important dance in this school to celebrate the year Konoha was built," she paused. I was told this history several times before, and this would be my first time attending it, thought I wasn't sure if I would actually go or not. "That's why I'm asking you to be a part of my team."

"W-what team?" I asked.

"What I mean is, you are going to help recreate the dance next week," she explained, trying to hold back a smile.

This is amazing! Kurenia just gave me an advantage, I could write about this in the gossip section.

"I can see you're as excited as I am."

For a totally different reason.

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The committee stayed after school in the assembly hall, I was so excited to see who I would be working with, and so I arrived early. Some people started showing up and I had a chance to talk to them and see what their jobs were. Funny thing was that I hadn't seen anyone that was in charge of creating the theme. I wasn't worried, though. Maybe they were just late.

I looked at the door and every time people passed by, I would somehow wish it was them. I hope they have an explanation for being late.

"Sorry I'm late, I had practice," Tenten said, walking into the hall.

I flinched. Please, god, let it not be her.

The other teammates already busy with their jobs, Tenten sat on the floor next to me. "I didn't know you were part of the committee," she remarked.

"I'm going in first, forehead girl!"

"In your dreams, wheel-barrel head!"

Ino and Sakura fell into the hall, both holding each other's hair.

"I'm here!" they both said at the same time.

"Good, now let's get started," Tenten got up and walked to the other side of the hall, I guess expecting us to follow behind.

"Did she just tell us what to do?" Sakura asked.

"I believe she did," Ino answered. I was stunned at how they acted like sisters sometimes.

"Should we torture her?" Sakura gave an evil grin; I shivered, hoping they wouldn't notice me.

"Don't even think about it," Tenten said, climbing off the podium; she got a piece of paper and pen. "Now, everyone write what you think the theme should be."

She gave a piece of paper to everyone. Ino wrote with seriousness, while Sakura squealed every now and then as she jotted ideas down. Tenten wrote with a blank expression.

I had a paper on my lap and a pen in my hands, but I couldn't think of anything to write.

When I looked over the assembly hall, all I saw was an empty hall.

Was it a bad thing that I couldn't think of anything for the school dance? Did Kurenia-sensei pick the wrong person?

"Finished!" Ino said, dropping her paper in the middle. Tenten did the same, followed by Sakura, and I just looked at my paper, my blank piece of paper.

I had been writing all my life and yet I couldn't even write one word. I was a failure.

"Hinata?" Tenten tried to remove the paper from my hand, but I held on.

"I… I haven't written anything yet."

"You don't have to write anything," Ino sounded annoyed that I was wasting her time. "You can just help decorate."

"Duh," Sakura butted in.

I finally let go of the paper, eager to see what everyone else wrote.

"Okay, let's get started," Tenten grabbed the papers. She scanned through them a moment, before stating, "Sakura, we aren't using your idea."

"Why?!" Sakura screamed.

"The pretty people party? That's not a reason to celebrate," Tenten said.

"Why, are you afraid you wouldn't get in?" Sakura said with a smug expression on her face. There are sometimes when I think Sakura is just so childish.

"Whatever, we'll continue tomorrow," Tenten yawned and walked out the door.

"Come back here, I'm not finished yet!" Sakura ran after Tenten.

I was relieved Sakura hadn't followed up on her promise to rid the world of my existence yet. I got up, ready to go home in peace.

"Hey!" Ino called.

Please, let it not be me, let it not be me, I chanted over and over again. I kept walking, hoping she wasn't talking to me.

"Baggy," she finally said.

I stopped. Yep, it's me, I thought.

"Y-yes?" I answered, turning around slowly.

"You're in biology class, right?"

Why is she interested?

"The same class Sasuke is in?"

Oh.

"Y-yeah." Why did his name make me blush?

She squealed, "Give this to him." She dropped a box of chocolate in my hands and jogged happily out of the hall.

I sighted in relief. Perhaps Sakura hadn't told her about me, yet.

How am I going to survive this week with them?

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The end

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