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Again he sat alone, again venomous looks were cast at his direction, and again his heart beat painfully at his chest. No one paid attention to the monster of the sand village. Gaara sat on a little swing in the far corner of the school yard, red messy hair shining in the sunlight, his face as pale as usual and the dark marks around his light green eyes sat there from lack of sleep, and most curious the red tattoo on his forehead which read 'love'.
The sand had always protected him from pain... but this pain it could never protect him from came from the words of the children. Although he didn't bleed on the outside, inside his heart still hurt.
A girl with long golden hair walked into the courtyard. The majority of the kids turned and looked at her. Like Gaara she looked like she was 6. She had long waving long hair that seemed to dance in the sandy winds. From the distance between them Gaara could still see her startling yellow and orange eyes sparkling behind her curtain of hair. She was alone, usually when a new kid comes to the school a parent or family member accompanies them, but she only had a teacher.
Some of the kids started to point others to laugh. She was dressed weirdly compared to the other kids. They wore brown and white clothing mainly but she walked in with a bright blue t-shirt and dark blue loose pants.
The teacher left her there and walked inside for a moment she stood there alone with her right arm holding her left in front of her. Laughter filled her ears and caused her to look up and see the girls laughing at her. Gaara cringed as though the blow had been dealt to him.
She walked away from the groups of people and went a one of the few trees in the courtyard and just sat under it. She faced the wall boundaries to the school, her arms hugging her legs close to her. Just staring off into space.
Hope sprung inside Gaara, finally someone was here, someone who new his pain, but didn't no he was a monster. He stood to walk towards her, to talk to her, his teddy bear close at hand. He started to walk towards the tree were she sat. He could see people from the corner of his eyes shoot scared looks at him, the girl and then to their friends. He was only a little way away from the pretty girl when a large bell rang and she sprung to her feet and ran towards the school building.
In his ninja classes he paid a lot of attention to the girl, his eyes almost always on her, he'd found that even in class rooms when no breezes were around her hair still seemed to dance on a breeze that was only there for her. She had come from the village hidden in the leaves, Konoha, and was only here for a short period of time.
In classes she did as she was told without fail. She was an excellent ninja but didn't talk much, and was teased a lot by the classmates. But every time he went to talk to her either his courage would fail or someone would interrupt.
After a week that seemed to last forever he gave up hope that he could be-friend her or that she would notice him. He admired her from a distance, but stopped trying to make contact.

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Again he sat alone, again venomous looks were cast at his direction, and again his heart beat painfully at his chest. No one paid attention to the monster of the sand village. Gaara sat on a little swing in the far corner of the school yard, red messy hair shining in the sunlight, his face as pale as usual and the dark marks around his light green eyes sat there from lack of sleep, and most curious the red tattoo on his forehead which read 'love'.
The sand had always protected him from pain... but this pain it could never protect him from came from the words of the children. Although he didn't bleed on the outside, inside his heart still hurt.
A girl with long golden hair walked into the courtyard. The majority of the kids turned and looked at her. Like Gaara she looked like she was 6. She had long waving long hair that seemed to dance in the sandy winds. From the distance between them Gaara could still see her startling yellow and orange eyes sparkling behind her curtain of hair. She was alone, usually when a new kid comes to the school a parent or family member accompanies them, but she only had a teacher.
Some of the kids started to point others to laugh. She was dressed weirdly compared to the other kids. They wore brown and white clothing mainly but she walked in with a bright blue t-shirt and dark blue loose pants.
The teacher left her there and walked inside for a moment she stood there alone with her right arm holding her left in front of her. Laughter filled her ears and caused her to look up and see the girls laughing at her. Gaara cringed as though the blow had been dealt to him.
She walked away from the groups of people and went a one of the few trees in the courtyard and just sat under it. She faced the wall boundaries to the school, her arms hugging her legs close to her. Just staring off into space.
Hope sprung inside Gaara, finally someone was here, someone who new his pain, but didn't no he was a monster. He stood to walk towards her, to talk to her, his teddy bear close at hand. He started to walk towards the tree were she sat. He could see people from the corner of his eyes shoot scared looks at him, the girl and then to their friends. He was only a little way away from the pretty girl when a large bell rang and she sprung to her feet and ran towards the school building.
In his ninja classes he paid a lot of attention to the girl, his eyes almost always on her, he'd found that even in class rooms when no breezes were around her hair still seemed to dance on a breeze that was only there for her. She had come from the village hidden in the leaves, Konoha, and was only here for a short period of time.
In classes she did as she was told without fail. She was an excellent ninja but didn't talk much, and was teased a lot by the classmates. But every time he went to talk to her either his courage would fail or someone would interrupt.
After a week that seemed to last forever he gave up hope that he could be-friend her or that she would notice him. He admired her from a distance, but stopped trying to make contact.