Hey, this is my first fan fiction, but not my first story. It's a SasuSaku fanfic, so if you don't like the couple, please don't read. Thanks, anyhow, here goes.

Summary: Ever since she was a little kid, Sakura has been alone. The other kids didn't really like her. Now, she's moving to a new town, with new people, a new school, where she has to live in a dorm. With a roommate, who's a . . . GUY!? Now she has o deal with the possible threat of raging hormones and teen drama. Guess life isn't going to be as safe as she thought it would.

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Prologue

Small hands carefully patted the sand into the form of a castle, eyes critical of their work. The pink halo of long wavy hair fell around the child's round face as she worked diligently on her masterpiece. The sound of the waves and laughter of other children echoed in her ears. The wind whistled around her, gulls flying high above in circles. The sun shone bright, making the day very clear, not a cloud in the sky. The young girl clapped her hands together and giggled, turning towards the camera which was filming her. She was done. It was a little lopsided, but otherwise very good for a 4 year old. Her smile was so innocent. Behind her, a boy was creeping closer. Once he was within reach of the castle, he sprang forward and kicked it, showering sand over the pink haired child. He then proceeded to shove her to the ground. "You know why I did that?" he asked her. Tears were forming in her eyes, "Because you smell like poop. The other kids don't like you 'cause you're poop!" He ran away, laughing at her. The woman holding the camera stuck out her hand and brushed away some sand from the girl's soft waves. "It's alright sweetie, don't cry." She said, trying to sooth the crying child.

Sakura turned off the video, hitting the stop button on her laptop. Closing it, she sighed and looked out the window at the rushing scenery outside the car. She was moving away from that place. She didn't need to remember that time. Not anymore. Things would be different. This time, she knew it.

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So, what'd you think? Should I continue? R & R please, I know it's not much, but please do. Depending on you, this could be long or short.