*Edited.*There are a few plot/story changes in this chapter from the edit. Nothing major though.

I'm sorry, very, very,very very sorry for no updates! So here's a quick little story I previewed you all, this isn't finished, but I thought I owed you all something. I hope you enjoy, and I kind of barley re-read, so please tell me any mistakes you see, nicely. I only accept nice comments and constructive criticism.

Naruto and other characters are not mine. Only plot, thank you.

Enjoy! Please review as well, I want to know if you want me to continue. Thank you, again.

My name is Sakura Haruno. I'm seventeen years old, and in eleventh grade. I live in Konoha, Japan with my parents; who have money, and are people I barely see because of their jobs. I have a brother named Sasori, and he's in college, but he still lives at home. I've lived in Konoha all my life, and I attend Konoha Private Academy; have all my life. My best friend is Karin Nachi, and we've best friends since kindergarten. Naruto Uzumaki is my boyfriend, and we've been in love since freshmen year.

Those are things about me. At least, that's what my doctors and parents say.
I myself cannot say whether all is true or not, I can't remember anything.
I can't remember my childhood, nor my teens.; all I can remember is the last year and what I've been told about my life by others.
I have no memories, and I doubt what others have told me, so I only know one thing for sure-
I have amnesia.

The day started out like any other day in the upper class district of Konoha. The birds chirping, and the soft sound of cars leaving houses, waking the neighborhood up. Fathers already on their way to work, and mothers still waking up the children and getting them ready for school before they leave for their own jobs. Nothing is truer than that in this area; a written schedule and agenda kept off paper, but known by all in the district.

One particular house, a white one with blue trim, knows the agenda of the neighborhood. Their family the first one to live in the area. That family had moves into this area about thirty years ago, and slowly more people moved in the area after them and made it a suburb. However, no one has really entered that big, white house with the blue trim before , or at least not people who do not live in the upper-side of Konoha. Maids and other workers an exclusion of course. The family has always made sure only people of power, wealth, class, and face have ever entered their house as a guest. Of course, that was until their was someone who decided they did not care where people are from or how much money they have.

The high up standing family, traditional family, did not like having a flaw ; their little, pink-headed flaw to be precise. Some may say the family should have just lived with the flaw, but no. These high standing people cannot stand flaws in their perfect lives, and everyone knows that those who have their wishes left empty, will do anything to make their wishes true., again. Not one family could have more wishes granted than the Haruno's. So, Sakura Haruno had to be set back to be a perfect Haruno, although she herself never knew she had been a flaw. And her parents with their fingers crossed, hoped she would stay the perfect princess they always wished she would be.

Sakura smiles as she stares out the window, and towards her tree. The sun's rays hitting little water droplets on the leaves from last nights rain, and reflecting back bright light for the world to see. Too bad, she is the only world that'll ever see the sigh, everyone else being too preoccupied with their own worlds too notice anyone else's.

She steps out of her bed carefully, knowing she can be a tad too clumsy, and end up on the floor. And if she were to receive bruises and if her mother ever noticed them on her pale skinned daughter, she would be scorned and her mother would be embarrassed by would then lead to an argument, and Sakura wants to avoid those at all costs. Sakura sighs as she thinks of her mother, and then her father, she can already imagine they have left for the day and spared no quiet goodbye to her in her sleep or in a note.

Making her way out of her bed carefully, Sakura moves towards her bathroom and carefully steps into the shower after turning on her ipod. The music quickly spreads through the room and Sakura has the urge to dance in the shower. Dancing is something she could never do, but she did sway her body as she shaved, and soaped, moving her hands rhythmically through her hair as she shampoos and conditions. The hot water cleansing her body, and she feels the smile stay on her face as her mood seems to lighten with her note and drop of water. The smile only to be stopped when shampoo runs into her mouth, making her cough and spit it out, but even that brings a smile and laugh to her face.

After taking a shower, Sakura quickly dries off before throwing on her uniform and then going to her vanity and preparing her self to deal with hair. She brushes her hair back at first and watches it dry before her eyes, curling up into loose curls. Sakura believes she looks better with curls; they're more accenting to her face and body, but her mother says her hair must be straight at all times. Even her best friend Karin agrees, even though her hair is only half straight. Sakura wonders if she has always been so passive as she looks at her reflection before grabbing her straightener.

Plugging her straightener in, she sighs as she thought of how long it'll take for her curls to flatten. Twenty minutes? Thirty minutes? Time that she could have possibly been sleeping instead of making her hair something it's not. Finally, the red light stops blinking, and she begins to take the heat to her hair, pulling it down slowly on small sections. Sakura can feel how dry her hair is from always having heat on it, and Sakura wonders if her mother wants her to have such dry hair. After all, Sakura tries her best to care for it, but hair can only take so much.

Sakura tries to take her time straightening her hair so that she doesn't sweat and end up frizzing out, and even as she takes her time her hair is done in twenty minutes. Apparently life is on her side today, is what she thinks as she turns off the straightener and begins to apply make-up. However, as Sakura begins to apply her make-up, her luck seems to run out as it takes a long time to apply the glob,; specifically eyeliner. Even after months of applying eye liner, it still takes Sakura ten tries an eye to be able to get a decent line. Sakura wishes she doesn't have to put eyeliner on, or even as much make-up as she is forced to apply, but of course, her mother insist proper ladies always have a perfect and complete face. Sakura really does wonder if she followed her mother's order so diligently before she lost her memory.

The second alarm goes off on her alarm, and brings Sakura out of her daydreaming state. She applies one last coat of eye shadow before grabbing her books and going downstairs. Not to Sakura's surprise, no one greets as her feet hitsthe cold tiled floors. Her parents gone like she had thought, and her brother could be sleeping in his room, or sleeping in someone else's room. Discarding nasty thoughts of her brother, Sakura begins to move quickly. Grabbing poptarts out of the cabinet, and then her bags before flying down the hall to the garage. She quickly pulls her keys out of her purse as she reaches the garage door, making sure to lock the door to the house before she gets in her car and takes off towards school.

The streets are full of kids running to their parents cars, or running with friends towards their bus stops as she drives through the neighborhood. All the cars are luxury of course, and even the buses are luxury and have air conditioning, drinks, T.V.s, and cozy seats. Sakura can never recall if she's ever ridden one in her life, and her parents never really answer is she asks. She suspects she probably did when she was younger and unable to drive, but then again, she also imagines her parents hiring a chauffeur to take her places. They have enormous egos in Sakura's mind, and she can believe they would think a luxury bus is too common for their daughter.

She finds herself going slower as the kids accumulate rapidly, jay-walking across streets, and cutting her off to reach their buses or other rides to school. The parents watching with smiles on their faces as their little angels almost get hit by cars and buses. Almost, because there would never be anything terrible to happen in this neighborhood.

Eventually, Sakura makes it out to the main road, one that everything luxurious is on, curving both east and west. East leading towards the schools and then the more blue-collar neighborhood if you continue onto the road until it curves south. The west is where many of the big businesses are and where the downtown area of upper Konoha is. However, as Sakura turns east she still passes designer shops, little ice cream or yogurt parlors, streets that lead to million dollar homes, and people with their noses high in the air.

No one even looks towards her car as she passes by, their eyes common to expensive cars. Only does a car under a hundred thousand dollars make them turn their heads; for they ponder as to why such a poor person, and car, is doing on their turf. Sakura's own mother and friends do it. It never made sense to her though, she simply carried on what she was doing before. A car is a car,a person is a person to her. Her mother doesn't like it when she does or says anything that goes along with that statement. Not that her mother really likes anything Sakura does.

Finally, her school street comes into view, cars pouring into and out of the avenue. She waits shortly, as cars wish to go down the avenue in both directions, taking turns in doing so. Once she turns, her school appears on the right side of the avenue, large and threatening. Iron gates that surround the campus, lush grass adorned with colorful flowers, and strong, green trees. She knows farther down on the left is the middle school and then the elementary. The college being on its own avenue in the opposite direction Sakura had turned.

She pulls into the driveway of her school, her parking passing getting her through the strictly monitored gate. Sakura passes the drop-off spot, the sophomore lot, and only stops when she finds a good spot in the junior lot. Not too close, but not too far. The car stops its hum she turns the key to off, and she grabs her bags before opening the door. Her hand pressing the beeper for the lock as she swings her bag onto her shoulder and begins to march towards the doors. Sakura hears ten other people lock their cars at the same time, and she wonders why they all lock their cars? No one attending this school is poor, no scholarship students allowed, and their security is so tight anyone stealing would be caught. Rich people, is all Sakura can think as she walks through the door.

The hallway is packed as soon as Sakura enters and faces swim around her. All attending the same school and living in the same neighborhood, but they never seem familiar, maybe one or two, but none seem to really be deep in her memory. Karin and Naruto claim it's because she simply doesn't need to know their faces, all below her. Her response to that is to just not ask anymore, feeling sad that they would say something like that, and about her. Perhaps Karin would be cold, but she's always been one to try and remember everybody.

Hands wrap around her waist and pull her back in the middle of her thoughts; her bags nearly falling out of her hands because of shock, even though she already knows who it is.

"Sakura!" She smiled slightly, his arms giving her nothing but a brotherly feeling, something that they shouldn't be considering their relationship.

"Morning Naruto. Try to not burst my ear drums in the morning please?"

"Oh, I forgot sorry." He gives a cheekish grin, and lets go of her waist. Putting his hand in hers instead, and pulling her deeper into the school.

The scent of cleanliness bombards her nose as he pulls her into the main hallway. The smell is much stronger than it should be; although she seemed to be the only one to register the smell and think it might be too strong. Students fill the main hallway and the other branch hallways as they head towards their lockers. Both them of blend in with the crowd since they are all in the same uniform, same colors, and same world. White, short sleeved blouses, with green ties, and green plaid skirts for the girls, any shoes allowed. Black dress shirts with green ties for the guys, black slacks as the pants. Everybody matched, and nobody ever stuck out, even her bright pink hair seemed to blend in.

Sakura watches everyone as Naruto pulls her through the halls. She sees the teachers walking down the halls casually, saying hello to students as well, even holding conversations with them. She sees the couples holding hands and giving hugs, but no more than that, only cheek kisses, which can be rare still. No one is ever in trouble for showing PDA at KPA Sakura thinks, and not one person dares to break it. Naruto pulls her towards their lockers and Sakura out of her people watching. She can already see her best friend, Karin, primping her hair in the mirror in her locker.

"Sakura! Naruto!" She hugs them as if they'd been gone for years. Sakura allows the hug, but she doesn't feel any special bond with it. She smiles back at Karin, trying not to frown at her even more recent hair endeavor, one side being even beyond raggedy, and the other straight as can be. Sakura wonders what her mother would say about it.

"Morning, Karin." Sakura opens her locker, next to Karin's, getting her first hour books ready. Naruto and Karin talk as she prepares herself for class, but she pays no mind to it. Only when she keeps hearing her name, and 'suspicious' does she try to listen in. Of course, by then they had stopped talking, and Naruto was getting his things while Karin applies one last coat of lipstick.

"Well, let's go before the bell rings people!" Sakura doesn't even say anything as Naruto pulls her along to class, chatting without letting Karin get a word in. The other students in the hall moving towards their first classes as well, and Sakura wonders why everyone goes to class so early. She can already tell it's going to be a long day.

Sakura flops down in her driver's seat. Letting her head rest against the head rest, her eyes half closed, tired and confused. The whole day had been stressful, and she can't even say why, it just was. She watches as Naruto walked himself to his car, and Karin moving towards her own as well, many other students doing the same. Lines form near exits, and most cars leave their parking spots. But, she still keeps her head against the head rest, wondering what to do. She sighs, before turning the car on and blasting the AC as well, already feeling the heat. Sakura watches as the lines became almost nothing, and the shiny cars all leave the parking lot. Finally, after a moment of calming down and just taking a breather, she puts the car in drive and exits the school parking lot.

She drives only a minute or two at most before coming to the main road. She saw ninety-nine percent of the cars turning right, and that's the way she should go. But, as she comes towards the break for the left turn lane, she pulls into that instead, something driving her to turn left, and go down the part of the road she's never been. Going around the curve as well.

She only waits for a few minutes before she turnsleft, the scenery and road exactly the same as the other way. She turns on her radio and begins singing as she drives farther and farther away from the city she knows. She sees the curve signs and slows down slightly, debating whether she should really pass the curve or not, but by the time either argument could be made, she rounds the bend.

Nothing changes at first, the same lush scenery as what she had just driven through still surrounding her. The road still smooth under her tires, and no people to really be seen.

She almost turns around for the lack of difference from her area, but like a gunshot out of nowhere, something appears. She begins to pass houses, small than her own, simpler. And after that she passes a few people, one's that gawk at her car as she drives by them, but her tinted windows allowing them to not see her face; which she is very thankful for at the moment.

Slowing down slightly, she begins to realize she has entered the main street, businesses and shops becoming part of the image. Houses can be seen right behind the businesses though, and farther along the road as well. She drives by the shops, seeing stores she had never heard of, and cafes that seem to serve things she's never seen or heard of before as well. Sakura begins to feel as though she has entered a foreign land, even as she feels a sense of familiarity.

People look at her as she passes them, and even though no one could see her, she has a faint blush on her cheeks from everyone starring at her. Wishing to get away from the gawking eyes, she turns down a random side street. Being greet with twisty side walks, cracked magnificently, and trees filled with green and brown leaves.

The houses are all different, only having the house and yard size about the same. She can see furniture in some windows, and only bleak curtains in others. People are still all around though, not hiding their starring, blatantly pointing to her car out to anyone near them. She speeds up slightly, but then sees a speed sign and let her foot off the gas even though she wishes to lose the stares.

Another side road comes up, and desperate to get away from prying eyes, she turns on it. Becoming greeted with a park and people hanging out everywhere. It doesn't compare to the parks by her. Her's having huge play equipment, and beyond green grass, little food stands scattered around, and a big pond in the center; even a few tame animals wandering the gated area.

But, here? They have only slightly green grass, and one ice cream cart; which seems immensely unstable and ready to tip over. The play equipment small, and Sakura wonders if it is really that fun to only run two feet before going off the edge of the equipment. She can see no water source or any animals grazing about as she continues to gaze at the park. No, she just sees a big ramp that has people flying across it, and an area where everyone seems to just being laying out in the sun.

She doesn't stop as she hastily turns into the little driveway to get into the park, almost hitting some little kid, no parent around. She supposes kids just like to run in front of cars regardless if parents are around or not. After all, that kid isn't the first one she has almost hit today. Sakura continues into the parking lot after waving to the little kids, even though he can't see her waving. She decides to park the farthest away from other cars as she can, not wanting her car to end up dented like most of the cars around here she notices.

She debates leaving her purse, thinking it could get taken if she took it into the park, but she figures the car would attract just as many bad people as she would carrying the purse around. Grabbing it, she pops out of her car, being greeted by the same heat she deals with back home. Sakura groans at the heat before following the cement pathway, entering under a slightly rusted wrought iron gate.

She stands out like a sore thumb in the park. Her clothes, uniform, instantly tipping people off that she's not from around here. Most people just give her a glance over, parents and older people moving on, but some guys give her winks and watch her longer than necessary. Only did other girls really give her trouble as she moves through the park, their eyes glaring at her even as she moves away.

Sakura ignores all the looks though, her feet just following the path; having to avoid pieces of garbage along the way. Sakura's focus is so intense on not stepping into her that she is caught off guard by a loud noise, and as she turns, she runs into someone. Or more precisely, someone runs into her. She lands on the ground with a loud 'thud.' Her bag flying out of her hand and landing a few feet away from her. Luckily the bag was zipped and nothing falls out.

Giving her sore butt one last rub, Sakura opens her eyes, and watchedsas someone, roughly her age, is panicking in front of her. His hands moving around wildly, eyes wide, and incomprehensible words leaving his mouth. Sakura doesn't think she's ever seen a bigger idiot. As if sensing her eyes open, he stops his frantic movements, and leans down into her face. His chocolate kissed eyes boring into her emerald green ones, and his hair only a few shades lighter than his eyes and is slightly covering his forehead.

"Oh my god! Are you okay? I thought I might have killed you! And than, you, you, you had your eyes closed! And, an-"

"Where's my purse?" He seems surprised to be cut off mid sentence, but nonetheless, he takes the few steps to reach her purse. Giving it to her with a strange look on his face, and Sakura sighs in relief knowing no one had stolen it in the midst of all the chaos.

"You aren't from around here are you?"

"How can you tell?" He smirks slightly as he reaches a hand down to her and helps her back onto her feet. She gives herself a little dusting before returning to the conversation.

"Simple, no one around here has a purse that nice, and if they do, they usually aren't attached to people who have designer brand clothing school uniforms." There isn't any distaste with his words, but Sakura can feel as if he is questioning why she is around here and what her motives can possibly be.

"Well, you know, that doesn't mean I'm not from around here?"

"Well, I don't think you would forget someone with hair like yours either." She glares at him playfully, fully knowing that her hair is very, very uncommon, even people back in her area don't have pink hair.

"Yeah, yeah." She smiles playfully before putting her purse on her shoulder and watches as the boy in front of her seems to be debating with himself.

"So how come you were running so fast earlier?" He gives her a sheepish smile, and rubs the back of his head, his eyes closed, and one hand on his hip.

"Well, you see, I was going to meet up with my friends, and I was kinda running late." Her eyes widen at his statement, here he is being nice to her and helping her up, but she's keeping him from his friends that are probably mad at his delay.

"You should go then! I feel bad keeping you here!" His hand comes down from the back of his head, and he puts up a pleading gesture with both hands.

"No, no, it's okay. Why don't you come meet them?" He gives her a sincere smile, and Sakura is tempted to go and meet them. She's knows they wil be the kind of people that would be different from the people she's sick of.

"I, I don't know, would they like me?" She may be away from people she doesn't like, but she does know that a lot of people from this area tend to see herself, and the people of her area, as snobs. If this guy could tell she isn't from around the area, they would be able to as well she surmises.

"I think so. You're not snobbish, and you seem pretty cool." He flashes her a grin, and she finds herself returning it, her small dream coming true.

"Alright, I got time to kill." She pats herself on the back mentally for sounding more cool and relaxed than she really feels.

"Whoo! Let's go then!" He fist pumps up into the air, and Sakura laughs at his crazy antics, only stopping when a lot of people began to stare. He doesn't seem bothered though, and grabsher wrist, pulling her along the path. Drawing her further into the park and away from the way parking lot she had just come from.

"Oh, and I gotta introduce myself still, I'm Kiba Inuzuka by the way." He doesn't stop as he says his name, only giving her a brief glance over his shoulder. She nods despite his eyes being forward, her own mouth working to say her name.

"I'm Sakura Har-Harhi." She hopes he doesn't notice her slight stutter, and he doesn't. She hears him give a 'cool' at her name, and she sighs in relief and focuses on the park some more

She keeps her eyes glancing around everywhere, trying to see everything in the park. The trees are big, but they aren't exactly well taken care of, their leaves seeming to be dying or lying dead on the ground already. Some even had toilet paper hanging on them, and Sakura wonders what the purpose of that is.

Kiba drags her around a curve, a play-set and skateboarding area blocking the view to her car, and she wonders how far he would take her into the park. She wonders if he was lying about meeting her friends and is just planning on kidnapping her. Just as she thinks she might make an excuse as to why she has to leave, Kiba starts to slow down.

When Sakura finally decides he isn't kidnapping her, she looks around and finds that he had simply seemed to bring her to the park's center. The center having a large, and actually decent looking fountain spraying crystal blue water all around. Kids and teens jumping arounc, trying to stay cool in the cold water. Kiba pulls her right along side of the fountain and Sakura can see coins glittering on the bottom of the fountain, but not one person touching them or even picking them up. Even a shady kid sitting on the side right by a large pile doesn't even seem interested in money in the fountain.

They walk only a few feet from the fountain before Kiba calls out and Sakura tears her gaze away from the fountain to see a group of roughly six or seven people sitting in the shade under a big oak tree. They all give Kiba a hard time about being late, ignoring her, and Sakura finds herself looking at the ground, and trying to stay hidden behind Kiba.

"Hey, Kiba! What's the thing behind you?" Sakura's brow twitches at being referred to as a 'thing', but she doesn't move out from behind Kiba.

"Oh her! This is the reason I was late! Her name's Sakura!" He moves to let her be fully seen, and Sakura takes the time to look at all the people sitting under the tree, just as they are studying her.

She counts three girls, two blonde, one brunette, and three boys, four with Kiba. Three brunettes, and one raven haired one. The dark hair one seems unable to take his eyes off her as Kiba goes on about how he met her, making himself up to be more gallant. Sakura tries to turn away from the dark haired male, but she can feel his eyes on her, boring into her soul, and something seems familiar as she thinks about his face.

She takes a peek out of the corner of her eyes to see if she'll be able to remember him, and when she turns, she finds he has finally decided to listen to Kiba. Her eyes are free to roam his face and body, and do they ever. She notices he has earrings on both of his ears, up and down, with small gauges at the bottom, and simple studs and circular earrings going up to the top of his ears. His hair is dark black and spiked up in the back, and the rest falling gently over his head. Sakura can bet it is softer than her well maintained hair as she watches blow in the breeze.

His clothes are a simple black, tight t-shirt, simple ripped jeans, and loose skate shoes; obviously black as well. Sakura can conclude he is the complete opposite of her, or anyone that she knows, but yet he seems familiar to her. Which brings the question back to her mind. How can he be possibly familiar to her, when he's so different than her?

"Hey Sakura! Sakura!"

"Huh?" She hadn't realized Kiba had finished his story, and is trying to get her attention. Her daydreaming, starring, left her to be caught by the dark haired male, and he throws her a smirk to let her know he had caught her.

"Sorry." She gives him a sheepish grin, and allows him to do what he had gotten her attention for.

"Anyways, let me introduce you!" He swings an arm around her shoulders, and begins pointing at everybody in the group.

"The blonde with the ponytail is Ino." She gives Sakura a smile.

"The the blonde with four pigtails is Temari." Sakura only gets a nod from her.

"And the last girl here is, with the brunette twin buns, is Tenten. " Sakura gets a small smile from her.

"And then these ugly fellows, unklike me, over here are-!" Sakura smiles at his joke, and watches again as he is exuberant with pointing at everybody.

"The boy with the brunette hair in a straight up ponytail is Shikamaru." Sakura gets no nod or smile from him as he seems to be sleeping.

"Now the girly brunette is Neji." Unlike his friend, Neji is awake and he gives her a formal hello and nice to meet you.

"Then we have the last unknown male is-"

"Sasuke." Both Kiba and her are surprised by him saying his own name since Kiba had been saying everybody else's. But, he-Sasuke, has only been looking at her when saying it, and not only looking, but analyzing, like he's trying to figure something out.

"Right! And now I'm done." He plops down on the ground, and lands partially on Ino, who runs her hands through his hair. Sakura smiles and sits down next to him, leaving her across from Sasuke and Neji.

"So Sakura, haven't seen you around, new?" Sakura panicks for a second. She wonders if she should tell them that's she's from the place that they probably despise, and the people in it? No, she would have to make herself seem, normal.

"I, I'm visiting my,(Think, think, she thinks, wracking her brain for an idea), my aunt. She's getting up there, figured I should stop by." She throws a tentative smile, and the others nod back, all but one. Sakura only gets a glance, but she's pretty sure Sasuke scoffs at her story.

"Well, then maybe we can hang out some other time if you'll be around, if you want to?"Kiba asks, his eyes closed, and a content look on his face as Ino continues to play with his hair. Sakura smiles genuinely and nods, knowing she wants to come back, but wondering how she'll back able to do so.

"Alright, we get out of school at three, and we usually meet here. Do you think you can find this place on your own." Ino asks her, her hands still running through Kiba's brown hair, but she does look sincere in inviting Sakura back.

Sakura thinks it over in her head, no full plan in her mind, but she nods, knowing she'll figure something out. Ino smiles at her, as do some of the others, Sasuke not even looking like he's paying any mind to her or the others. Somehow over the course of the next ten minutes everybody says good-bye, Sakura waiting till all others leaving before returning to her car, but she can feel someone's eyes on her as she walks towards the exit of the park.

I can't wait for the day to start is the first thought that pops into my mind as I woke up. A smile already on my face as my body is still slowly waking up. I heard my parent's leaving as I start to prepare for school, the hum of their engines fading away before I had even finished brushing my teeth. I smile sadly in the mirror for a second as I finish brushing my teeth. Only one thought running through my mind, my parents hadn't even said good-bye. Trying best to keep my spirits up, I think of what will happen after school and discard any thoughts about my parents. My mood instantly brightens at the thought, and I find myself dancing around the room as I finish getting ready.

After dancing around my room and getting dressed, along with packing clothes I hope would fit in later today, I find myself frowning in front of my mirror. I stare at the bun atop my head, holding my wavy tresses out of my face. Usually I have no hesitation to straighten my hair, but for some reason I feel like being, me.

Carefully, I start to pull my hair out of my bun. My eyes close as I begin to feel my hair hit my shoulders and then my back. After feeling every last piece of hair fall out of the bun, I open my eyes one at a time; peeking into the mirror. A smile begins to form as I take in my hair waving down my shoulders and back. I smile wider as I turn to each side, feeling the softness my hair always loses once straightened.

Just as I began to take one last spin my head suddenly pounds, and I found myself leaning against my vanity, colors dancing in front of my eyes. The feeling leaves as fast as it came, but I don't spin after it leaves. Only applying hairspray to a few fly-a-ways, before giving a questioning glance at myself in the mirror and then walking away.

I remember to grab the extra bag filled with clothes for later before leaving my room; my school bag already downstairs. I grab an orange before slamming the door, running to my car in a frenzy. I'm surprised that I'm happy to go to school, but then I remember I'm happy for after school, and the faster I get through school, the faster I get to hang out with my new almost, possibly already, friends.

Few parents are out with their little kids as I drive out of my neighborhood, but I assume the parents took the kids to school for a field trip or something. I smile at them unlike I usually do, but my stomach becomes frenzy and my hands slightly sweaty with anticipation as I continue to drive. I try to calm myself down, but I can't help the smile that stretches across my face as I glance at my bag for later.

My smile halts though when a horn honks at me, my eyes focusing in on the road instead of my mirror, and I find myself facing a car. I grimace as I realize I had swerved into the other lane, almost hitting someone. I smile guiltily, wondering if I have to get out, but the person urges me on., and I smile once more as I pass them, my hands even sweatier now with one thought running through my head.

The day hasn't even started!