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Thoughts

Inner

Regular

Sakura POV:

"INO-PIGGG!" I yell searching frantically for the blond, blue eyed devil. When I find her she is sooo dead I think evilly.You got that right sister agrees my inner. -ahem- Maybe I should start from the beginning…

Hello, my name is Sakura Haruno. I have long pink hair and emerald green eyes. Yes I said pink hair. YOU GOTTA PROBLEM WITH THAT! -smirk- I didn't think so. Any who, I live in a house with my two best friends, Ino and Hinata. Ino was the she-devil I mentioned earlier. She is loud, obnoxious, piggy, and petty. But I love her anyway. Hinata has long indigo hair and white eyes with no pupils. Weird huh? She's quiet, well-mannered, and shy. Since I tend to be fiery and short tempered, she balances off me and Ino nicely. Well let's talk about how I ended up searching for Ino with a heavy blunt object shall we. Well what happened was I was about to get the mail to see if we got accepted to Konoha High School. We are all sophomores and we just moved into this new house. But as soon as I reach for the mail who snatches it away? Ino of course! And not only that, the hoe-bag stole my flat-iron! So that is how we ended up in this predicament.-

"Ino!" I yell. "Just give me the dang mail!"

"Never!" She shouts back. Ok… now it's on…Just before I chuck the pan at Ino's head, Hinata comes to the rescue.

"Guys? Let's just read it together. If we got in classes start tomorrow and we're going to need our rest." She says calmly.

"Fine…" Me and Ino grunt in agreement. We tear open the letter and read. Holy cheese-balls- "We got in!" Me and Ino chorus. Hinata just laughs at our stupidity and tells us to get to bed. Since she's the only sensible one out of the three of us she's almost like a mother figure. So, we head up stairs to get some shut-eye.

I wonder what the schools going to be like. I think lying down in my comfy bed.

I wonder if there'll be any cute guys. ;) -sigh-

Inner shut-up. I'm trying to get some sleep.

Whatevs party pooper. After that last statement I drift to sleep.

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