The Perfect Man

A pink hair female stepped out of her bathroom. Dressed in a knee-length, cherry blossom pink, dress that snugged her hour glass figure at the waist. The top of the dress resembled that of a flowers petals and the skirt of the dress did as well. Her emerald eyes shining with happiness as her pink plump lips was graced with a smile, looking at herself in the mirror at her reflection. She giggled softly to herself at the sight of herself in the dress she never got to wear before hand. But her smile soon faded when she heard her mother scream at the loser boyfriend she had.

With a sigh, the pinkette walked out of her room and to the livingroom, watching as her mother slammed a cake into his face and slam the door with a loud "Ugh!" escaping her throat.

Before she was seen, the girl escaped to her room and fought back the tears, knowing what was coming next. She closed her door and instantly stripped of her dress, regretting even putting it on and getting her hopes up once more. The pinkette wiped her cheeks of the tears that had escaped once she heard a knock on her door. She grabbed her cream colored robe and pulled it on her being, tying it over her form and sighing out.

"Come in.." her voice was soft, and sad, matching the expression she held on her face.

Soon after she spoke, she saw her mother peak her head in the room after cracking the door open. Her blonde hair hanging in her face that was covered in flour from the cake she was making. The same cake she slammed in the males face.

"Hey, sweethea-"

"Where are we going next..?" she broke off her mothers soft voice. She knew what was coming next, she always did. It was the same thing every time.

Her mother would hook up with a loser and not like what he turned out to truly be, break up with him, or be dumped by him, and then they would pack up, and move. She ran away, and always did. No matter what.

"Well.. There's this really nice bakery in Kohana.. I hear it's ran by one of my old friends and I think you girls would love Kohona." her face had a kind a gentle smile. One that the pinkette was tired of seeing every time they moved. "I'm sorry, Sakura.. I know you were just making friends and was ready for the dance.."

"It's fine, Mom.. I can make friends anywhere.. Right?" Sakura put on a small but slightly fake smile, another tear slipping down her cheek.

Her mother smiled and left Sakura be. Sighing, the pinkette walked over to her dress that still laid on the floor, picking it up as more tears rolled down her cheeks. She sniffled, placing the dress on it's hanger and slipping it into the plastic bag that was bought for it to stay in, hanging it up on the mirror and sighing.

"Time to pack.. Again.." she mumbled under her breath and pulled her suitcase out from under her bed, which became a routine to put it there and pull it out. She was so used to picking it up, it felt as light as a feather even when it was filled with her things.