Note from Author: Unlike most of my other stories, my chapters in this will vary. I have no set word limit so it may be a medium length - like this chapter - or it might be a drabble. It just depends on what I want to get across. This is a Sakura/Akatsuki story - that's all there is to say.
Clashing Personalities
One
Luck is a tricky thing. It comes and it goes in the blink of an eye. Having lived her life with the critical judgments of parents and the never-ending expectations of those around her, Sakura has come to understand that life is far more unfair than it is fair. Having been born with pink hair and emerald colored eyes, she has always been one to receive insults from those around her. Bullies know no end when they find someone to pick on. On various occasions it has been her.
Now, in the flourishing district of Konoha, she begins to question her parents' resolve on moving and living away from their temperate-weathered home. Walking out of her two-story home, she cannot help but to think back on the harsh words that she exchanged with her parents.
I'll do what the hell I want! Those words came from her mouth. And they were directed at her mom.
As she walks down the twisting paths towards school, her thoughts turn on other things. Like the disappointment she saw in her father's face, the scowl on her mother's, and the how her heart felt like it was being constricted in her chest.
She can hear her mother's raw words hitting her like a fist to the stomach – one after the other. It isn't like they came to blows or anything of that sort. No, just spats.
"She'll grow out of it, dear. All teens do." Her father's words echo in her thoughts.
Grow out of it? Grow out of the expectations that are set out for her, grow out of the endless insults she receives because she has pink hair, grow out of everything because she is a teenager? They think it is that simple?
Have they truly forgotten what it was like to be a teen?
But, then again, neither of them have this odd colored hair nor, as many people have said, her large forehead. They both are taller people – easily reaching five feet and something odd inches over six.
They are not Sakura's small five-one in height.
If anything, the only thing she can truly be thankful about is her intelligence. That she inherited from both parents – her mother being a doctor-of-sorts and her father working in offices doing important jobs he cannot discuss with his family.
Two geniuses, married, get a baby with a mind that surpasses their own intellect. It was, in the beginning, a good thing. However, they soon figured that it was a false hope for their pink-haired daughter's grades feel to the low Bs and high Cs.
They just don't realize she did that on purpose.
Intelligence brings unwanted attention. A smart, pink-haired female only makes it worse. A smart, pink-haired female with a big forehead makes it even worse than the one mentioned before.
Said rosette pauses at the crosswalk as these thoughts swirl around in her thoughts. Then her current predicament drops in: school.
A new student, she is. New, knows no one, and oddly calm about such things; it is unnatural for her. If anything, she gets nervous at the thought of meeting new people.
She becomes an item of interest for the first few days as the people label her. The first will be something along the lines of snob, followed by loner, and then loser. Maybe even slightly goth.
And she isn't sure how she gets any of those titles; yeah, she doesn't really talk to people. Sure, she tends to stick to herself and do her work by herself. Loser – she doesn't have the latest fashion. Goth, that one she gets: her skirt is black and mid-thigh, her long-sleeved shirt is blood red, her leggings hardly reach her knees in their fishnet glory, and her knee-high boots are black. Then there is her make-up, which she doesn't wear much of, but her eyes are out-lined like a cat's and her lips are soft pink from lip gloss.
Even as she slips onto the school's grounds, there is no sign of an upset stomach. As she slips through the doors to the building and hunts down the Principal's office, she remains calm and collected.
She finds the room easily enough and lets herself into the front office where a small, black-haired woman sits. Her gaze snaps up to her face and then she smiles.
"Ah, you must be Haruno, Sakura-san." She says and the rosette nods.
The lady, no quite thirty, goes through the papers on her desk before pulling up a folder. She flips through it and pulls out a handful of papers.
"Here we go. I'm afraid Tsunade-sama isn't here at the moment, but I have your schedule. If you need anything, just ask your homeroom teacher or come here. I truly hope you enjoy this school, Haruno-san." The woman goes on a bit more, explaining a bit about after-school activities, but allows Sakura out when she says she should head to class.
With tentative steps, she makes her way through the twisting halls till she finds room 203 and steps inside the packed room. Many look up at her and the teacher, sitting behind the desk with an orange book up to his face, casts a glance in her direction.
"Haruno-san, I presume." He says and, once again, she nods.
"You're late."
Well, here's the first chapter of this new story. Nothing much, but I do have a slight idea of where I am going. Keep reading and enjoy.
~CideanForever
