Well, I'm back people! Miss me?

So I decided to try something new. I've read so many High School fan fictions, and I wanted to try one myself. Hope you like it! (of course, this is my favorite pairing for the time being, SasuSaku)

I do NOT own Naruto. Seriously, who could possibly control that guy?

Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep! Be- A hand slams down on the alarm clock.

"Ugh, quit already! I'm up!" A young girl slowly sits up in bed and stretches her arms before going about her morning routine. She looks in the mirror to see messy, short pink hair and tired jade eyes. "Alright. Get it together! Time for another day!"

When she was sure her exhaustion was no longer visible, she hurried downstairs. "Morning, Mom!" she greeted with the brightest smile she could muster.

A woman with dull grayish blue eyes and pale pink hair tied up in a messy bun responded with a small smile. "Oh. Morning, Sakura." Sakura did what she could not to sigh. Her mother looked so lifeless… ever since Dad died.

Quickly, Sakura got settled to have some breakfast with her mom. However, the meal remained quiet. Guess she's not in the mood to talk. Sakura truly missed when the kitchen was full of chatter, even if the conversations were totally embarrassing. Her eyes moved to the family portrait. I miss you, Daddy…

Slowly, she started to gather her things. As much as she hated to leave her mother like this, she still had to go to school. She had tried before to skip a day, but Mom would hear none of that. So, she gave her a quick kiss on the cheek and headed out.

As she reached the gates of her school, her pace had slowed. She looked around the crowded courtyard, trying to locate Hinata, Ino, or Tenten. No such luck. Sighing, she moved through the crowd on her own, trying to get to her locker undetected. Again, no such luck. A group of girls she was certainly familiar with was closing in, led by Karin, the one person who enjoys giving her grief.

"Well, well, look who crawled out of her hole. Alone again, Haruno?"

She ignored her and kept walking. Until she was tripped by that red-haired devil.

"Sorry, Haruno, just thought I'd help you remember where you belong."

Sakura stayed where she was on the ground as the girls walked away. She could hear their giggles:

"How does she even leave her room? If I had hair that was pink, I'd never be seen in public!"

"She should just disappear. It's not like she'd be missed. Such an eyesore."

Fighting back the sting in her eyes, she slowly got up. There was no way she'd cry in front of Karin of all people. Besides, she was used to it. She started to gather her things, since she dropped her bag and everything had spilled out. Honestly, people just walked by like nothing happened. Was she literally invisible? Whatever, she thought. Suddenly, she saw a book in her face. She looked up, and a god was holding her book to her.

Okay, so he's no god, but he might as well be. He's Sasuke Uchiha, the must-have bachelor of the entire school. He casually held out the book in his hand, not bothering to look at her. He must know what being nice to me will do to his reputation… She quickly took the book, muttered a small "Thanks" and took off before she could do anymore damage.

The school day went by the same as usual. Sakura did eventually locate her friends, and when they saw the dust and scratches from the fall, they didn't have to ask who the cause was.

"Ugh! If only I had been there! I could've easily wiped the smirk off that bitch's face!" Tenten growled.

"What about me? I've been waiting for a chance to put the she-devil in her place for like… ever!" Ino added.

Sakura started waving her hands in the air. "No, no, don't go causing trouble for my sake. It's fine."

"B-but are you a-alright, Sakura?" Hinata whispered.

"I'm fine. Just some scratches." She assured with a smile. Her friends' looks spelled out their doubt, but they dropped the topic.

At the end of the day, she sat in her corner of the classroom, waiting for everyone to disperse. She stared out the window, going through her mental repertoire. She just needed to sing, and soon.

It didn't take long for the teens to leave. Some girls had stayed to gossip a little, but that could be done elsewhere. No one had acknowledged her, as usual. Even Karin was too busy swooning over the Uchiha. "Not that I was expecting anything to happen." She thought bitterly.

She hurried to the music room, her one and only sanctuary in this hell. She grabbed her guitar. She had already chosen her song. She needed motivation, and she also missed her dad. She checked the windows and doors, as always, to be sure no one could hear her. She was kind of embarrassed about letting anyone hear her sing.

Seeing that the coast was clear, she started to strum her chords.

All clear, a stoic, dark haired teen thought to himself. He was really getting tired of this. Every day, these dumb fangirls would crowd him, squeal in his ear, or even… cling on him. He shuddered. He really couldn't stand it. He just wanted some peace. But today… today was a whole different level. That red head… Karin, maybe… would NOT leave him ALONE. He sunk to a new low by ditching her and hiding in a storage area in the back of school. He waited until he was sure she had given up.

Sighing, he got up, and started to head up to the school's entrance, when he heard something...

All I know is your not here to say what you always used to say,

But it's written in the sky tonight.

So I won't give up; no, I won't break down.

Sooner than it seems life turns around

And I will be strong, even if it all goes wrong

When I'm standing in the dark I'll still believe

Someone's watching over me…

Sasuke stopped dead in his tracks as he listened. He didn't really know the tune, but the lyrics were so… deep? Maybe. And that voice… who was it? He could tell whoever was singing was in pain. He made his way toward the music. However, when he got to the music room, he was too late: the room was quiet and empty. He looked around, but saw no one. Slowly, he turned around and walked out.

Phew! That was close! Sakura had heard someone walking down the hall. She had panicked and ran out the back door. She supposed she'd have to end her session for the day. Better head to work anyway.

Ooh, a bit of mystery. This probably sounds like other fictions, but what-the-hey. I LOVE MUSIC!

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