Small town homecoming queen. She's the star in this scene. There's no way to deny she's lovely.

I walked near her. We looked at eachother with hate in our eyes, but something else. Perhaps loathe? Yes. That was what we were going to believe.

Perfect skin, perfect hair. Perfumed hearts everywhere. Tell myself that inside she's ugly. Maybe I'm just jealous.

All the guys loved her. I hated that girl. With her soft hair and pretty eyes. Her lovely skin and the graceful way she walked. I sighed.

I can't help but hate her. Secretly I wonder if my boyfriend wants to date her.

I look at him. He seems to be off in another world. I begin to worry. Please don't tell me that he likes her too?

She is the prom queen, I'm in the marching band. She is a cheerleader, I'm sitting in the stands. She gets the top bunk, I'm sleeping on the floor. She's Miss America and I'm just the girl next door.

She was always out shining me. Always putting me into second place. She stood out and shined like a star. While I just stood in a corner. Why? Why did I always have to be such a push over?

Senior class president. She must be heaven sent. She was never the last one standing.

She always got picked to play games before I did. I would always want to be like her. I looked up to her. And then when me and her hung on out, I was so excited to be near the coolest girl that I knew.

A backseat debutaunt. Everything that you want. Never to harsh or too demanding.

She smiled at everyone with white teeth, but now-a-days, she ignores me. She could be so cruel sometimes, but yet everyone still loved her. Why? I could be like her. I could be beautiful. But why wasn't I treated the same?

Maybe I'll admit it. I'm a little bitter. Everybody loves her but I just wanna hit her.

Okay, so I was jealous. So when it came to fight her in the Chuunin Exams, I was willing. I could see that she wasn't though. And I began to think. Does she still care? But then why does she act the way she does to me if she cares?

She is the prom queen, I'm in the marching band. She is a cheerleader, I'm sitting in the stands. She gets the top bunk, I'm sleeping on the floor. She's Miss America and I'm just the girl next door. Oh and I'm just the girl next door.

We fight and she begins to get the upper hand. I grit me teeth. I think of all the times she out shone me. All the times I was put into the corner. Pushed to the back. That was my motivation to keep fighting. To keep fighting my... friend.

I don't know why I'm feeling sorry for myself. I spend all my time wishing that I was someone else.

I begin to wonder if I should have ever broken our friendship. She had always been there for me. Even when she out shined me, she was challenging me. Telling me in her own way that I need to try harder. And now I understand. I should never feel sorry for myself because that is life. I had always wanted to be like you, but know I realize that everyone has is their own person. I just need to find mine.

She is the prom queen, I'm in the marching band. She is a cheerleader, I'm sitting in the stands. I get a little bit, she gets a little more. She's Miss America and... she's Miss America. I'm just the girl next door...

Now that I understand and as we run to eachother, our fists pulled back for the final blow I silently thank you. When I wake up and see you there leaning against the wall beside me I see the kindness return to your eyes. The kindness that you reserved just for me when we were kids.

"Thanks you... Ino."

"Sakura."