So, first story ever.
Revised Prologue.

More words.

Probably twice as many as there were.

Still short (sorry)

The next two-three chapters are being rewritten as well.

So stay tuned. ^_~

"Talking"

Thinking

Inner Sakura (not in this chapter)

Summery: Camping is one of the worst things I've ever been forced to do. And trust me this misadventure isn't all fun and games. That stupid idiot kidnapped me and now he's going on about werewolves and mates? This guy's crazy! SasuSaku AU

Prologue: Camping? Are you insane?!

Sakura smiled, a small painful twitching of the lips. The kind of smile you only wear when you've just heard someone ask you to do something that you'd rather swallow a hot coal than do. "I'm sorry I think I just misheard you…did you say camping?"

Her mother nodded with an encouraging smile. "I think it would be fun to get away for a while, you, your father, and I. We barely spend any time together anymore. Don't you agree, sweetie?"

She blinked, her face getting hot, warning her of a coming outburst. "Camping?! Mother, Have you gone insane?!"

Her mother's smile faltered a little. "But, honey, our family needs some together time."

"We can have plenty of together time sitting at the kitchen table eating dinner!" Forget hot, Sakura's face was blazing. She could feel the oncoming hysteria.

Apparently so could her mother, and she said the completely wrong thing to try and stop it. "Now why don't you calm down, dear. The dinner table is just so ordinary."

Sakura's voice strained in an attempt to keep it level. "Calm, mother, is what I am trying, and failing, to be. Ordinary is good where family is concerned. Ordinary is comforting. Adventurous is for the jungle or the bedroom! "

She blinked for a moment, absorbing the words that she had just let herself say. Ah, the failings of modern highschools. She snapped her mouth shut, turning an interesting shade of pink-ish red she couldn't remember ever belonging on her face.

Her mother stared at her with wide eyes for a few moments, gathering her growing anger about herself and attempting to contain it. "Sakura, dear," She began, a strained smile stretching unnaturally across her face, "Sakura-um, well, your-your-your father and I have been planning this trip for-for a very long time. We'd really appreciate it if you came with us."

"But-but mom-" Sakura protested. "you know I hate camping. Have hated it since-since, well, forever!" She wasn't going to go into the details. Some incidents were still too embarrassing for her to mention or even think about.

"Well, yes, but we think this might be a great time for you to get over that hate. I mean, getting pushed into the river couldn't have been that traumatizing." She smiled, the way you would smile at a wild animal you didn't want to startle.

"I was four, mother. You laughed. No one bothered to help me at all! You 'figured I could swim well enough to make it to shore myself'. Instead, you let me travel far enough downstream that it took you days to find me!"

"Well, such a thing could happen to anybody..."

"Anybody with idiot parents!" Sakura was so angry by now that there was no containing it. "What kind of people laugh while their daughter potentially drowns?!"

"It wasn't that bad, Sakura." Her father finally entered the conversation.

"Wasn't that bad? Wasn't that bad?!"

"Now, dear, try to contain yourself. He didn't mean it that way."

"I'm sure he didn't." She crossed her arms over her chest, scowling.

Her mother's mouth hardened into a thin line. "Sakura, be respectful of your elders!" she snapped.

"If they respected me, I would!"

"We do respect you, honey."

"No you don't. You aren't respecting my decision to not go with you."

"Well, that's different..."

"How is it different?! It's like you don't care what I want!"

Sakura's mother's head snapped up."Just because I want to spend some time with you I suddenly don't care what you want? That's unfair Sakura!"

"Mom-"

"No. Enough. You're going with us. Pack your bags. You're right. I don't care what you want."

Sakura stood there shell-shocked for a moment, the words sinking in. Then she turned and walked out the door.

I hope you liked the (revised) prologue.

The revised first chapter should be uploaded within the next few days (along with a new chapter).

Stay tuned and review please.

Witty Comment of the Day: When riding the subway, avoid the rich looking types. That's your pervert. Either that or he's your normal business man who's going to get incredibly pissed-off if you accuse him of being a pervert. You know what? Just don't ride the subway.

Ciao

~God's Broken Dreamer