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Once upon a time, there was a lovely maiden living in a kingdom by the sea, and this woman's name is Ann, and she thought nothing but to love James, her long life friend, and to be loved by this man she chose. They were children back then, when James remembered a time wherein there was nothing to worry about, wherein everything was just so simple. Our handsome James was running on the sand towards happiness, and calling to it. "Ann!" He yelled, his voice full of enthusiasm as he tilted his head towards the pretty girl peering out the window of her tall abode, her face as excited as his. "Want to come with me?" The young male shouted, deligh

It wasn't the Uchiha's nature to be too down in the dumps because of a girl; it was just too unusual. Never did he feel sad, nor heartbroken, about any break-up he had with anyone these past four years. But this particular one was different. It hurt. Like hell. Well, maybe not HELL hell, but still. It was the one relationship wherein he, the campus heartbreaker, actually, miraculously, felt something. Okay, so he kissed his and Sakura's best friend, who had helped them to meet, and iron up their petty issues. Never was there anyone who did that for him. So he felt like it wasn't right when someone worked hard to keep them together, while t

Hinata Hyuuga was not a bad person. She had the looks, the right attitude, and the friends. The best friends she could ever have. Namely, Tenten, Ino, and Sakura. But it feels like she lost them all after what happened on the prom night. The indigo-haired girl glared at the air weakly, staring at the white ceiling, and giving up after a while. Glaring was not her forte. It was Ino's and somewhat Sakura's. They always glared at whoever fought her, including Tenten, even though she was almost always failing at it, and ended up giving up, like she did just now. Why did that guy have to come along anyways? Rolling out of the bed, Hinata went

"'Sup Sakura?" A certain loud blond greeted, sitting next to her best friend. Who wasn't looking any better since last week. It was a sunny Monday noon, and the lunch hall was bustling of happy students. Everyone was happy and alive, talking all about the prom night. About how they got their first kiss. About how they partied and danced all night and ended on dawn. About how it was just EPIC. Seems like everybody was delighted with the results last Saturday night. Of course, all were giddy but Sakura Haruno. Ino opened the can of pineapple juice, sighing exaggeratedly. After drinking some of its contents, she gently put it down the table,