Most girls grow up wanting a pony or the newest Barbie doll. I grew up just happy to have my dad home in the mornings, and to have a meal every day. We didn't live hand to mouth, by we we're living like kings either. Our small apartment in the centre of the city was home. It was furnished with the basics, a sofa, a kitchen, our own bedrooms with futon beds. A bookshelf and a library card provided me with all the entertainment I needed when I was young.
We first got a television when I was 8, by then I was used to reading and drawing to fill my time. We were never ones for fancy technologies. Only recently did we get a laptop with the internet, but that was mostly for communication and school, and I got my first portable music played – an iPod nano – a year ago for my sixteenth birthday. If I told people at my school what my life was really like, most of them would think I was crazy, or poor, or both. They would think I wasn't looked after and neglected, and that my family's income went on drugs and alcohol. That's the type of neighbourhood I live in, and the type of people I go to school with. None of them could have guessed the real story.
My name is Sakura Haruno. I'm 17, and I'm a vampire hunter.