Hey! This is my first fanfic-story.
I hope you guys enjoy it.
This story is based on Speak by Laurie Halse Anderson.
I don't copy anything directly in the book. I use my own words.
And there will be twists. A LOT of twists. Don't forget
- Cherry-Kate
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Naruto or Speak. I wish I did, but no.
Ugly.
I look at the mirror, and this is what I see: an ugly girl who's lost in her own, agonizing world. What I need was a change. Before, I looked like a pretty, simple girl who had a life and great friends. I was perfect. But now, everything about me is messed up and shattered right before my eyes. This was not my style anymore. This was not me.
There were handicraft scissors on my side desk. I stared blankly at them. Should I cut it off? I asked myself. My hand hesitated to grab them. Then, IT pops up in my mind. IT looks at me inside the mirror. I took the scissors and clenched them in my fists.
Snip. Snip. Snip.
Pink shreds of hair fell to the carpet. I stare at myself in the mirror. Do I look as pretty as before? My hair length was up to the middle of my neck. My forehead's still wide. My lips are chapped and bitten. The only thing that stood out were my emerald eyes. The door opened as mother's face popped out. She looked at me in disgust and suspicion. I look back at her in the mirror.
"I don't even want to know about it," She started, "Dinner's in the fridge. There's a list of chores on the counter. Father lost his job, and I'm going through therapy."
I watched her as she left. Mother just showed me how pathetic I look to the world. I stared impassively at the mirror, still holding the pair of scissors. She doesn't know. She doesn't need to know. My lips were scabby and atrocious. They don't need to speak.
I gently cut a straight line through my lips with the scissors' blade. Crimson colors escaped my lip as my mouth sucked up the liquid. I didn't wince in pain. I kept still and quiet, as I should be. This was a symbol of silence. I vowed not to speak the truth, not to retell that day, and not to relive it.
This is how I'll live.
FIRST MARKING PERIOD
WELCOME TO KONOHA HIGH SCHOOL
It's the first morning of high school and it had to rain. I go outside without an umbrella. Rain pours through my unsightly, pastel hair. I'm about to enter high school in pink, as always. Boring. I hate pink. The color blinds my eyes which is unfortunate since I have pink hair, but I keep silent and live.
A murky, yellow bus slowly stops in front of my house. The door opens in front of me, making a squeak noise as I enter. The seats were a dirty, dark gray. Where do I sit? If I sit in the front, people would notice me right away, give a glare, and stomp to their seat. Sitting in the back wasn't the best idea either. That's the jocks' and populars' designated hangout. I figured that it was best to sit somewhere in the middle, hidden in a corner. I took a seat with an open window as the bus driver drove off my curb.
The bus picks up more students, mostly in groups of three to four. I look at the foggy window and see the reflection of my emerald eyes as I watch a group of friends hop on the bus. Here come the memories. People from my middle school stared at me and gossiped. Why? I ask myself. They don't understand. They wont understand. They can't.
At the second to the last stop, a girl with bright, red hair and round-shaped glasses stepped on the bus. She looked new, weird, and perky. The girl happily headed my way. Please don't sit next to me. Please don't sit next to me.
She sat next to me.
"Hey! I'm Karin, Just Karin." The girl said giddily.
I don't reply.
"What's the neighborhood like? My family just moved here in this area." She started telling me. "Over the summer, I got to visit tons of stores. The mall is huge here! It's different from our state, see…"
The rest of the drive, she kept talking to me about her favorite stores, restaurants, and areas in our location. Annoying. A couple of times, I nodded, but I was silent for the most part. I noticed a deceitful tone behind her cheery voice, but I kept quiet about it.
The bus made a cranking noise as we stop in front of the school building. I noticed it stopped raining when I saw the older students wandering around the courtyard. 9th graders had a 'welcoming' assembly to go to. As we got out of the bus, we went towards our destinations. I watched Karin ran out in anticipation and excitement. She was weird for a girl, not like most newcomers.
Some guy from the yearbook club ran up to me and snapped a picture. His short, brown hair was tied in a ponytail, and his face looked as bored as ever. My eyes blurred. Blink. Blink. I could tell that the picture will turn out horrible.
"What's your name?" The nerdy-looking boy asked taking out his notebook. 'Shikamaru' was written on his nametag.
I was too startled to reply. He looked up at me impatiently, as he repeatedly tapped his pen on his small notepad.
"Are you deaf? Troublesome. What's your name?" He, in a way, yelled at my face.
"U-Uh…Haruno, Sakura."
About ten people surrounding me looked up then turned to their friends. You could hear their laughs, their insults, their gossip. I didn't need this. I quickly trot towards the school's side entrance to avoid the people who noticed me.
We were divided into our cliques: Jocks, Cheerleaders, Goth, Konoha Savers, Preps, Prep-wannabes, Idiotic Lifeless, Hopeless Romantics, Pen-club, The Advanced, Visioning Artists, and Troublesome. I was held 'clique-less'. I guess I wasted my summer shredding health magazines, watching House, and listening to the crappiest radio station. Not once did I go to the mall, the pool, or to any fitness center. I entered high school in the worst possible way. My navy-blue stockings clashed my hideous, pink skirt. My repulsive, pastel-pink hair is messed and uncombed. My forehead takes up too much space on my face. I am the definition of imperfection.
I am an outcast.
It wasn't like this before. With my ex-friends, we formed a clique called the Kunoichi. It's too late now, for our clique has been torn to pieces and bits while being swept away by the other cults. TenTen, the tomboy in our group, hung around with the jocks and joined the girls' basketball team. Hinata, the shy girl, got stuck in the middle with the Visioning Artists and the Hopeless Romantics. She had just about the right personality to float between the two. There was another girl who moved to a different state. It wasn't such a deal. She wasn't such a big existence in our group.
A group of kids behind me talk so loud I know they're talking about me. Amongst them was a familiar face. Her blonde hair wasn't hard to notice, but her clothes had struck me. Ino Yamanaka, my ex-best friend, sat behind me and gave a devious look as she laughed with her preppy, stuck-up friends. This was the girl who stood beside me when I felt down, braided my hair, and told me that I was pretty enough for any boy out there in the world. Where was she now?
Ino stood up and walked closer my way. Words got swallowed up. I was afraid of her. I'm weak and brittle. She stood behind me and got close to my ear. She breathes out while I shiver.
"I hate you."
She sits back down and gossips with her friends. I chew on my lip, adding more scabs. I will not even think about it. It's horrible, but I'll forget about it. All I need is time and patience. My eyes were forced to wander in different directions to prevent tears. I sat down in the corner near the garbage cans. A sophomore with a bowl shaped haircut and shocking, furry brows sat next to me. He turned and winked. Bastard. I thought.
"Sit!" The loudspeaker booms. A tall man with a dolphin-looking nose stood before us. He introduced himself in front of everyone. Who cares? It's not like he's going to have all 799 students. I check my schedule that was crimpled in my pocket. Unlucky for me, I do. Once everyone was quiet, he walked back and took his seat while a woman stood in front of the microphone. Her face was attractive, but her breasts bulged out of her blouse. She looked drunk, but she kept her stern, intimidating look. Besides her disproportionate appearance, she seemed a little interesting.
"Welcome to Konoha High. My name is Tsunade and I will be your principal until the end of your senior year."
The assembly starts.
THE LIES IN THE BOOKS:
1. We are always here to help you.
2. You will have time to get to your classes before the bell.
3. The dress code will be put into effect.
4. Smoking will not be tolerated.
5. Your locker combination should be kept private.
6. Guidance Counselors our here for your need.
7. We'll make the best out of these years.
Who do they think they're fooling? Let's leave that as a no comment. My first class is Language Arts, the subject I hate most. We have to go through eight suffering periods each weekday. It's only 9:00 in the morning and I'm already complaining. As I walked the hallways, I looked at the rusty, trashed lockers. Do they expect us to use these? The locks were broken, the doors were torn, and the insides were filled with mold. The hallway was quiet. Everyone was inside his or her classrooms. I was alone. I am not lost. I am not lo-
"Hey, you!" The man from the assembly yelled out, "Why are you wandering around the halls, young lady?"
I looked at the tag pinned to his blouse. "Iruka-sensei, I-I was lost and I-"
"What an excuse!" He blurted out as he took a notepad and a pen from his pocket. "What's your name, miss?"
I didn't respond. My mouth felt too dry to speak.
"Excuse me? I asked you for your name," Iruka stated, "Do you want to make that two demerits?!"
"Haruno Sakura."
Yay! First Chapter. If it looks short, just tell me.
I want to hear some comments about it. If you don't like it, you don't have to.
Sharpie-chan, I hope you like it:D