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SUMMARY: MY NAME IS SAKURA. ILL TELL U ABOUT THE HEART-STOPPINGLY RIVITY STORY OF MAH 1ST, 2ND AND 3RD LOVE. IT'S NOT THAT IM BOY CRAZY. IT JST THAT EVEN THOUGH IM ALMOST 15 ITS LIKE MY MIND AND MY BODY AND MY HEART JST DON'T SEEM TO BE ABLE TO AGREE ON ANYTHING. MAIN: GAARA n SAKURA NARUTO & SAKURA OR SASUKE & SAKURA

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CHAPTER 1:

Meeting Naruto, dumping Sasuke and what is this?

Nicknames

Most people just call me Sakura (Which is the name on my birth certificate), or Saku, or sometimes Cherry. Sasuke and Shino think it's cute to call me Cherry as in:

"How're your cherries doing today, Cherry?"

Or sometimes they call me Pinky, which I don't find one bit funny. My parents usually call me by my full name Sakura Haruno or Sasa. And Hinata and Temari call me Sasa, or sometimes-just koura. But Naruto calls me Jades Eyes; He says it b-cause of my eyes. I love the way his voice sounds when he says it. Jades Eyes I like whispering it to myself His name for me. Jade Eyes. It like the secret password to my heart.

Sixth Sense

Sometimes I just know things. Like when Kankuro asked me to go to that walk own by the reservoir last year on the last day of 8th grade. I knew he was going to say He wanted to break up with me and I knew my heart would shatter When he did I just know things. I can feel them coming. Like a couple of weeks ago, when I went to Labor Day party at Sasuke's. Something perfect was going to happen. I just knew it. That was the night I met Naruto.

How it Happen

After Sasuke's party, Hinata's big sister Came to drive a bunch of us home, With her friend And her friend's younger brother. I was the last one to get in the car and it turned out all the other laps were taken, so I sit on

Hinata's sister's friend's brother's lap It was Naruto's lap, But even though he goes to my school I'd never seen him before And he had such bright blue eyes That I felt like I'd been zapped Smack into the middle Of some R-rated movie And everyone else in the car Was just going to fade away And this guy and I Were going to start making out, Right then and there, Without ever having said One word to each other.

But what really happened was that he blushed and said:

"Hi. I'm Naruto."

"I'm Sakura."

"Nice name."

"Thanks."

After that we didn't say anything else But our bodies seemed to be Carrying on a conversation of their own, Leaning together Into every curve of the road, Sharing skin secrets.

And just before we got to my house, I thought I felt him Give my waist an almost squeeze. Then the car rolled up to a stop and I climbed out with my whole body buzzing.

I said good night, Headed up the front walk, And when I heard the car pulling away, I looked back over my shoulder And saw Naruto looking over his shoulder At me When out eyes connected, This miracle smile lit up to his face And I practically had A religious experience.

Then I went upstairs to bed and tried to fall asleep, but I felt permanently wide-awake. And I kept on seeing that smile of his and feeling that almost squeeze.

Distracted In Math Class

All I have to do Is close my eyes And I can feel his lips, The way they felt That very first time. I can feel the heat of them, Parting just slighting, Brushing across my cheek, Moving closer And closer still To my mouth, Till I can hardly breathe, Hardly bear to wait For them to press into mine.

All I have to do is close my eyes.

Between Classes with Naruto

We fall into step Into the crowded hall Without even glancing At each other, But his little finger Finds mine, Hooking us Together, and all the clatter of the corridor fades away till the only sound I can hear is the whispering of our fingers.

In The Cafeteria

Sitting alone With Naruto. Eating my sandwich, I'm only aware of the sparks in his eyes, the sun in his hair and the spot where his knee's touching mine.

Then, over his shoulder, I see Hinata and Temari waving at me, Grinning like pumpkins,

Holding up his this little sign with "Remember us?" written on it.

In The Girls Bathroom

"Is he a good kisser?" Hinata asks.

"Unbelievable," I said remember the kiss with Naruto.

And it's true. Naruto's kisses Seem like something much better than kissing. It's like I can feel them with my whole body. That never used to happen When Kankuro kissed me. And he's the only other boy I've never made out with.

"Has he tried to get to second base?" Temari ask wanting to know. But the bell rings just in time.

It's been Hinata, Temari and Me ever since

That September afternoon, when third grade had barely begun and we were just getting to know each other,

The first fallen leaves, weaving our way through the quiet neighborhood To Konoha Market for Hagen-Daze bars.

That September afternoon, When we saw four older girls Pedaling toward us, we didn't expect them to stop

or to jump off the trees and suddenly surround us.

But they did.

And we had no idea the biggest one, Ino Yamanaka, Who had these glinting slits for eyes, would ask Hinata

What church she belonged to.

That September afternoon, After Hinata mumbled, "Saint James's," We didn't know that Ino Would ask Temari the same question Or that Temari would squeak out, "North-Prospect.

And it's none of your business"

But she did

And when Ino asked me the question and I said I didn't go to church Because I was Jewish, I didn't think she start shouting At Hinata and Temari, "Don't you know you aren't supposed to play with anyone who doesn't go to church?" while her friends glared and tightened their circle around us.

That September afternoon, When Hinata kicked Ino in the shin And the three of us Racing off together Across the nearest lawn, Scrambling through the hedge And into the alley, Not stopping till we were locked safely behind The heavy oak of Hinata's front door, We didn't know that we'd just become Best friends.

But we did

Why I Don't Mind Being An Only Child

In fourth Grade, When Hinata had to put her cat to sleep; we held a funeral for her like the one Temari had seen

in Suna. We marched down the middle of a Meadow Way, Hinata holding up a photo of Mel Bell Temari pundly solemnly on her snare drum, me blasting out "The Dead Cat Jazz" On my flute.

In sixth grade, When TenTen's parents got divorced during spring break we had a sleepover that lasted three nights. We painted Hinata's nails Hot Pink, Covered her with henna tattoos, Watch a The Hills marathon, And obliterated six pounds Of Oreo cookies.

Last June, when Kankuro dumped me For that awful Ino, Hinata and Temari Help me make a voodoo doll That look almost as stupid as him. We poked it with a hundred pins and wrote him a letter which included all the swear words we had ever heard, As well as a few that we just made up.

But we didn't mail it. We burned it in the fireplace instead, along with the voodoo doll. Then they dragged me off

to see a movie.

Watching Gaara During Art Class

He is so homely Kind of cute (to me) that none of the girls Even think about him. He's too scary lowly too scary looking to even bother making fun of. So something must be Very wrong with me, because I want to kiss him.

I wanted to kiss him real bad.

Even though his hair's a mess with the color of Red blood, with his Kanji sign on his top-left corner of his forehead. And that scary looking Eyes that have Black ring around His eyes. I want to kiss away those circles under his eyes that make him look like He's never slept a second in his life. And those arms of his seem like they're just aching to hold on to someone. I wish I could let them hold on to me.

When no one looking I'd walk up to him and say, "Hey, Gaara. Would it be okay if I kissed you?"

And he look hurt and sad Because he'd think I was joking And he'd turn away To hide his face, But I touched his shoulder and Look at him with gentle misty movie eyes And say "Come one. I mean it. I really want to."

And he look dumbstruck, And the entire gray Would fade out his eyes And this light would come into them And his lips would look like They were getting ready to smile and then, Before I get a chance to change my mind, I'd kiss him. And he'd wrap his skinniness around me and his arms would be shaking, and suddenly I'd feel all this love,

All this need is pouring into me right through his lips into me and it would feel great, and I'd close my eyes to fell better.

(Whoa I cant believe I'm having this fantasy about Gaara, When I totally in love with Naruto!)

During History Class

How can I study when my blood is pumping so loud that I can't hear my own thought? How can I read when all the words keep swirling around the page? How can I concentrate on ninja arts When Naruto note is burning in my pocket?

His Note

I stand by my locker Waiting Till the hall is practically empty. Then I slip his note Out of my pocket, carefully unfold each crease, and read:

"You are the coolest girl

in the whole world

(And probably on Mars, too.)

Meet me near the hole in the fence

After school."

I fold it back up, Press it to my heart, and then slip it to my pocket and sprint to French class. I'll be late but it was

Tres worth it.

Operation "Alone At Last"

I'm standing Near the children Watching them swarm Over the jungle gym, Remember vaguely What it was like to be six. I'm stealing a glance at Naruto As he ducks through the hole in the chain link fence and disappears into the sheltering darkness of the woods.

I'm waiting Just as we planned, for my slow motion watch to tick off three full minutes. I'm sliding over and sneaking through the same hole into the shadows into the flannelled arms of my partner in delicious crime.

Every Day When I Get Home From School

I found television on in the living room, the family room, the kitchen, and each of the bedrooms. There's even a teensy one on in the bathroom. My mother says its so she wont miss anything when she's going around sweeping

and dusting and putting away laundry and emptying out wastebaskets and cooking.

Which is what she does all day long. Except for when she's lying in bed Watching television. That's where she is

every afternoon when I get home from school. She glances up and says hello, then goes back to watching.

I walk from room to room. Switching off all the others sets, wishing she would show half as much interest in my life. As she does in Luke, and Laura's.

Her Soaps

My mother says they keep her company. But it's just the opposite for me. Listening to that music that swells up in the background whenever someone announces they're pregnant or dies of a drug overdose or maybe finds out

Their husband is having an affair With their best friend's Stepsister's daughter-in-law, Me make feel lonelier Than when I was little And my mom used to Make me wait for her in the car While she runs errands.

I used to be so scared that the car would roll away. So scared that my mother would never come back. Sometimes, when she watching her soaps, it feels like she never did.

Maybe Dad Loves Me

Buts it's sure hard to tell. I don't think he's ever kissed me or hugged me in his life. Sometimes I hug him but he doesn't hug me back. His body just goes all stiff, almost like he's scared of being touched. Sometimes he jokes around by putting his palm on his cheeks and then leaning in and kissing the back of each of his hands. When I was real little, He used to hold his long arms out straight and put his hand on my forehead. Then he'd challenge me to try to reach his body with my shorts arms. And of course I never could.

He seemed to think this was a riot and I used to laugh right along with him, He secretly I wished He'd cut out the stupid game and hold me. Dad's not that way though. Even before they started fighting I never saw him touch mom. Not even hold her hand. I guess he's just not the affectionate type. And come to think of it, neither are his parents.

Maybe its hereditary or something.

I sure hope I'm not going to be like that.

But judging from how hard it is

For me to keep my hands off Naruto

I seriously doubt it.

During Lunch

We're searching the campus, Hans glued to hand, Hip glued to hip, Looking for a place Behind every hedge, For just one small And private spot Where we can be alone Long enough to do serious kissing That we absolutely Cant live without For one more minute.

Art Class

Kakashi Sensei had us building Found-art sculptures with all this trash we gathered From under the bleachers Next to the training grounds. And im so into it that until the bell rings I don't even notice that I haven't thought about Naruto once for the entire 48-minutes. I think I just set a new world record.

Secret Shelf

I'm rifling through the dust and jumble Of my parents' walk in closet, Searching for the perfect belt To wear with my new black jean mini-skirt, When I happen to glance up And see a small shelf Above the door Crammed with paperback books.

Strange to think that I've been in this closet Hundreds of times before and never once noticed it till now. I pull over the chair from my mother's dressing table, Climb up to take a closer look, And just about to faint:

Here are some of The dirtiest books I've ever seen in my life I try to picture My mother and father Sitting around reading them But it's too gross And suddenly realize That I'll never be able To think of my parents In quite the same way as I used to And that every time they go out And leave me alone in the house, Ill be racing right back up here To grab another one off the shelf.

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