"You are such a lame friend, Sakura…"
"Yeah, we don't want to be friends with you anymore."
Eight-year-old Hayashi Sakura stood there, her whole body frozen, as she sadly looked at the laughing shadows of her so-called friends as they walked away from her. Despite all her best efforts, Sakura would always struggle to fit in with the rest of the class, no matter what she did or how hard she tried.
There would be times when she thought she already found a group where she could somehow belong to, but ended up being left behind. Sakura would just stand there in silence and watch the people come and go into her life. She became used to it and gradually became numb to the pain it would bring every time this happened.
