As she hid behind the dumpster, tears mixing with the dirt smeared on her face, Sakura could only curse her over-large forehead. If it wasn’t for her forehead the neighborhood girls wouldn’t tease her so much and the boys wouldn’t push her around. If it wasn’t for her stupid forehead she wouldn’t be so ugly.

As she continued to cry, she failed to notice a blond boy looking down at her. “What are you doing?”

Shocked by the sudden intrusion, Sakura looked up. She scowled at him and awaited his jeering remark, but he only smiled and said, “You’re pretty.”