I do not own Naruto.
Today was, in fact, August 25, 2009.
A Tuesday.
A very depressing Tuesday, might I add.
For today was the absolute last day of the ever so wonderful summer vacation for tomorrow was the first day of the very much dreaded high school.
And I, Sakura Haruno, am going to become a freshman.
I guess you could say that it made me feel better knowing that I had even made it this far already, 'cause middle school was a bitch.
Phew.
I gotta check that off on the list of Life Accomplishments.
Now, at the moment I was getting out of the shower and brushing my long, wet pink hair. And yes, it was natural. I don't understand how people choose to argue with me saying that its dyed. I would know if it was dyed.
After I finished with my hair and put it in a messy bun, I moved on to my un-fun closet filled with my un-fun clothes.
Allow me to explain then you'll see why it is that way.
I, Sakura Haruno, am the daughter of Misaki Haruno and Ichirou Haruno. A Wal-Mart cashier and the cross-word puzzle writer for Konoha Weekly. And if you put those salaries together you get - not a lot.
Not a lot equals tight budget. Tight budget equals no shopping. No shopping equals no new, fun clothes for Sakura.
Well aren't I lucky?
Although I'm fine with what I have even if it does consist of clothes that I wore when I was in the seventh grade.
Yepp, totally fine.
Doesn't bother me.
Nope, not one bit.
…
Okay, maybe it does bother me…a lot.
So much to the point of me buying a chainsaw and-
Let's cut straight to the optimistic side of things now.
So, being the goody girl I was, I applied for a job at Dunkin' Donuts after getting my working permit and talking the manager to drop the 'Minimum Age Rule' from sixteen to fourteen.
And now, since I got myself a job I had to be there at four in the afternoon-thirty minutes. I threw on a pair of old, faded skinny jeans and an old red t-shirt. As I slipped on my converse I wondered if I made the right choice in choosing today, my last day of summer, as my first day spent at work. "Everyone else is probably at Ino's Summer Party…" Ino Yamanaka, an ex-best friend of mine, is a blond haired girl that is in a posse consisting of Karin Himura and Ami Tachibana- A trio of girls that have their intent on ruining the lives of high school girls. And boys too, if you include heartbreak as life ruining.
Anyways, every year they have a party at Ino's house since her parents are on some cruise in the Caribbean. This party is one of the biggest, and best parties ever. And during the party all the social cliques are invited although they don't make contact with others. The reason for letting everyone be invited is because the trio loves, and damn I mean love, the attention they get on the papers. Yeah, its that big.
My group and I, honestly, looked forward to this party because of how fun it was. And I, Sakura Haruno, completely forgot about it.
I walked to Dunkin' Donuts and sulked when I got behind the register and pinned the pin that said 'Sakura' onto my shirt as I kept sulking "I can't believe I forgot.."
My first costumer walked through the doors and the sulky atmosphere was immediately bitch-slapped to next Tuesday and a smile formed on my face.
"Hello, welcome to Dunkin' Donuts!"
It's been four hours since I served my first costumer. Meaning I had fifteen minutes until nine and I could go home and sleep since I was kinda tired. Who would've thought that working here would be so troublesome? Gosh, I'm starting to sound like Shikamaru…
At that moment a group of boys and one girl walked into the store-err-shop? What would you call a Dunkin' Donuts? Hmm…
"Hello?" I was snapped out of my thoughts when a boy with black hair in a pony tail that defied the laws of gravity, physics, and the one that says it's illegal to take a lion to the movies.
Poor lions.
I should probably make a petition for-
"Oh! Gomenasai! What could I get for you?" I asked. There was a large boy with an orange tri-hawk, a girl with light red-messy, might I add-hair, a silver haired boy that wore green lipstick… okay, weird. And finally there was the black haired boy who spoke to me. He was giving me some kind of weird grin that caused my stomach to churn in the most unpleasant way.
"Well, I'd like whatever's hot…like you." I shuddered at his words. "Ew, that was creepy and lame on a totally new level. " I rolled my eyes at him and looked over at his companions about to ask what they wanted but the black haired boy interrupted me. "Hey! I was talking to you." He glared at me and I glared back. Seeing how this wasn't how to treat a costumer, even if they were being a nuisance, I had to stop. But did my Haruno pride let me?
No.
"That's it girl! Keep it up, we can scare this douche bag away!" My inner self chanted. My inner self is… well… I don't think I have a better way to describe her other than: Mental Disease.
She could be pretty cool at times, I wished I was like her. She was always encouraging me to stand up for myself, and she would always speak her mind. Which I found to be quite admirable.
Focusing back on the glare contest I didn't see the black haired boy and felt breathing down my neck.
"Mmm… I wonder if you taste as good as you look."
"Ahh!" I fell to the floor, on my ass, and tried to scoot as far away from the rapist-I MEAN BOY.
"Kidomaru, just quit it. We only came here so Jirubo could shut the hell up and eat something."
"It's not my fault, I'm hungry."
"Shut up, you imbecile."
"Dude… like who says that anymore?"
"I SAID SHUT THE FUCK UP!"
Silence…
"Oooooh~! You said the eff word!"
"GAHHH-Wait. Who the hell said that-AHHH!"
I couldn't see who was talking and making sounds on the other side of the counter since, me being the coward I was, I was still trying to get away from the guy who was called 'Kidomaru' since he got on the ground, as if hiding, and started to crawl on me with a scary/psycho/rapist look on his face.
When he was on top of my body I tried to push him off of my body but he had a good grip on me and tried to take off my shirt. He ended up ripping my shirt off. I blushed and told him to 'fuck off'. "Feisty one you are." He started to touch and dare I say it… lick my chest as I tried, but failed, at pushing him away. He was tampering with the straps of my bra when we heard the most frightening voice,
"Get away from the girl."
Authors Note: Hello all! I don't know why the bloody hell I started this today… hmm.. Anyways, I thought it was okay and stuff. I don't know whether I should continue it or leave it at that.
Larry: NO. You absolutely must continue!
Who the hell are you?
Larry: Obviously your stalker.
OH NO.
Larry: Oh yeah, I went there. -does the zee snap thing-
…eep!
Kisame: Swings in on a vine and kicks Larry out of the room, through the wall.
What the hell took you so long, Kisa-Chan? -clearly enraged-
Kisame: Oh, well Itachi got this new-
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah anyways would you do the honor of saying the you-know-what?
Kisame: Why didn't you use Deidara since he's like, your favorite of us all?
Ah, well he is….somewhere…. Anyways, say it please, Kisa-Chan?
Kisame: Good to know I'm the rebound -sarcastic douche- Read, Review, Re-
Fckn
Kisame: -cycle.
Lovely.