Prologue

The November leaves stir with the winds that carry through Kohona. Streets are filled with people on lunch breaks. Men in suits on cell phones. Women in business suits checking their watches every once in a while. The song that all walked to was the heavy bustle of the city.

Things are truly normal in Kohona and nothing out of the ordinary would or could happen. Nothing ever does.

In the middle of Kohona is the Kohona High. Right now in that High school something out of the ordinary is happening. Silently but there for one to see.

What?

What could it be? That no one sees but one?

Sakura Haruno is the girl that no one talks too. Her long hair blushing a light shade of pink is constantly being made the joke of the day. Her pale green eyes were constantly tearing up. Her legs constantly running, taking her as far from the vultures that stalk the halls. She used to be happy. In middle school she had many friends and male admirers who probably harassed her more that the bullies at her school now.

She was in her favorite class. English. There she could read books and write stories. Assuming the role that her life lacked now. In these books the main character was always a beautiful girl that falls in love with her best friend. There's already a problem. She doesn't have any friends. But. The plot always thickens and betrayal, hatred and tears come into play. There's something she can relate to. Then comes the finale. The Happy Ending.

Wow, where do you get one of those, She thought as she read the last line of happily ever after. Oh well, Maybe I'll find one. Maybe I'll get lucky and he'll be somewhere in this school.

The bell rang out in her thoughts and she slowly gathered her books and headed out of the protective pages of her books. Maybe her thoughts weren't wrong and she would find someone who she could love with all her heart. Maybe even more.

She held her body slumped and her face down so no one could see her as she tried to maneuver her way through school's hallways. She was doing good until her shoelace came undone and she tripped.

All traffic came to a halt to watch the girl of the floor struggle to get up before she was run over by the always-moving popularity tests.

She could hear them. What they said about her as her pink hair showered over her back and made a curtain shielding her face. As she gathered her books and then dropped them again. As the most popular group came over to say hello.

Shit.

"Well, well," she herd "look who tripped over her ugliness. It's little Haruno." The rest of the group snickered.

"Aww. Is she too embarrassed to look at our faces? That's too bad," footsteps reached Sakura's ears as she herd the girl bend down to whisper in her ear, "Don't play with me Haruno. And look me in the eyes."

Sakura held onto her slumped over position.

"Now Haruno," the voice demanded in anger. "I said KNOW!!!"

It was too late for Sakura now. A foot came right to her stomach slamming against her frail body. Her body crashed into the lockers with a loud bang. One of the girls took Sakura by the hair and lifted her up. She felt like screaming as the ripping pain shook her insides. She closed her eyes as a swift punch came into contact with her right jaw and her left cheek received a slap.

"Are you proud of this hair? Huh?"

Sakura couldn't respond.

"I'll show you, you little bitch!"

With that a pocket a pocked knife clicked open and Sakura looked up. The silver pocketknife gleamed in the group leaders eyes. She could make out the expression of the others. Probably amusement. Her eyes closed as she herd the sound of the knife cutting through something. At first she didn't feel any pain but didn't open her eyes. Surprised she fell over as they all spit on her in disgust. She only waited for the pain. But still none came.

When she thought that she was alone she opened her eyes. The halls were empty and everything was silent. She felt a pang of pain to her face and stomach but none to her skin. She reached up to run her hands through her hair in relief a habit. Then she noticed what they did cut.

Her hair.

It floated all around her in wisps of cherry blossom pink as the wind softly twirled it in the air. Her hair was now shoulder length. Her frail body gave out and she lay in a heap as a fallen angel with broken wings. Left to morn alone.

But a presence still lingered.

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