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A romance story! A definite Sasuke x Sakura.
About Otakus and Cosplayers. And...yeh. Hopefully you'll read it.
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Just Pretend
"My Wal-Mart Days are OVER"
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"What?!" a loud scream echoed through the isles and halls of Wal-Mart.
"I'm Fired?" she continued screaming.
She dropped the Wal-Mart merchandise on the ground, leaving everyone staring, even the screaming kids having tantrums. The manager's face went bright red with anger, he dragged her into his office.
"I'm sorry Haruno-san, you were fired because of ...that" he pointed at the staring crowd.
"Those Barbie dolls? No problem boss, Ichigo will restack those New Edition Barbie dolls…sooner or later." She replied, looking past the obvious stares of the crowd.
"I heard that they were selling Rukia Barbie Dolls today" She giggled, "and you know how Ichigo feels about her…" she whispered.
"Who the hell is Ichigo? I don't recall a new staff member" the manager ranted as he grabbed the employees list. He briskly flipped the pages of the list, trying to find a guy named …strawberry.
"Uhmm…Boss? That's Naruto. You know Uzumaki?" She pointed at his name on the list.
"We're kind of cosplaying Bleach today, one of my personal favorites" she grinned at him.
She pointed at her unusually large chest "As you can see by my big as chest, I'm Orihime."
"OH!" she pointed at her hair, "And I got this clip, at that anime convention last year. Isn't it awesome?"
The manager sighed as he put the list down on his mahogany desk.
"Haruno-san, just one word explains what you lack, seriousness. I have given you many chances, time after time. But it doesn't make a difference. Please dry-clean your uniform and hand it in tomorrow. You are officially not part of the Wal-Mart family"
"Can't we sort this out, boss? I mean, why are firing me anyway. It's not like I set anything on Fire" she explained
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2 WEEKS AGO
"Hey Naruto! Look, I'm Roy Mustang" She waved the flaming match around the isle.
THE COOKING OIL ISLE.
"I wanna try, Sakura! Give me the match" Naruto pleaded
"No, you're Alphonse. And Alphonse is a metal box robot thing" she replied.
"Wahhhh…please Sakura" he reached for the match making it drop on top of an oily box.
" Naruto?"
" Yeh?"
"RUN FOR YOUR LIFE!"
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The manager's eyebrows twitched.
He reached for the red pen, and like a guillotine he severed her bonds with Wal-Mart. To him, she's now just another customer.
"ARG! Don't ever expect to see me shopping at Wal-Mart again…and I'm not going to dry-clean my uniform either!" She angrily shouted. She stormed out of the office leaving a mumbling manager. "She'll come back to Wal-Mart to shop, they always do" he nervously said.
"Stupid Wal-Mart…." She kicked the trolley cart making it roll down the slopping parking lot. She looked up to see the silver shopping cart heading towards a car, a very expensive looking car.
"Ahhhh…wait. Trolley, come back!" But it was too late. The trolley cart collided with its target.
"Why do you choose today, as the day to torture me" she shouted to the sky. She ran towards the Lexus, hoping it was an old lady who surprisingly owned a Lexus, with fire patterns…on it. Damn.
She was wrong. It wasn't an old lady. It was a man. His back was facing her, his hand on the trolley.
Sakura tapped his shoulder. "Excuse me…"
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...just maybe, you'll help me open my eyes to reality
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THE AUTHOR SECTION. THE AUTHOR SECTION.
Hello Readers! I'm frogscanfly, but you can simply call me…Froggy.
Hahahaha. Anyways. Thankyou for reaching the end of my story! I
Appreciate it to the core. So, you know the drill if there's lots of reviews I'll continue...