DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN NARUTO. Capeesh?

Silence.

That's what described the house in which the Haruno family currently resided in. Complete and utter silence.

The sun was shining through a window in the room of a certain roseate haired girl. Her eyelashes fluttered open, and her body shifted to turn around, only to realize that it was silent. Her eyes closed again, ah, the sweet silence. So soothing…

"…AHHHHHHHH!"

She then sat straight up, looking over at the clock on the stand next to her bed. "7:30?!" The girl screamed, her large emerald eyes widening even more, startled at how she much have forgotten to set her alarm—again.

Yes, this happened every Monday in the life of Sakura Haruno.

"ByemomI'llseeyouwhenIgetbackIhavetogo,bye!"

Her words were all in one, as she grabbed the toast on her baby brother's plate, earning a loud yell to come from the 10 year old boy.

"That was mine!"

Her mom turned around, only to watch her daughter sprint out the door, yelling the words, "Sakura! You're lun-!" But a bit too late, as the girl was already out the door. She then looked over to the clock, and sighed. Eight o'clock.

She should've known, it was a Monday.

Her name is Haruno, Sakura.

She's 16 and attends Konoha High. She's lived in the small town all her life, out in the middle of nowhere, if you will. The school was down the street from where she lived, and this, she thanked God for on days like these. She was a bookworm, and she had plenty of "friends". She had this long, beautiful pink hair and the brightest green eyes ever seen. She was a very down-to-earth girl, and very funny. She was the sweetest girl. She was beautiful.

But when the bell rang, and she stepped foot into the jail called Konoha High…

She changed.

She walked into the school, and she instantly stopped running, and she fixed her hair that was set up in a messy—yet stylish bun, smoothed down her far too revealing uniform skirt that was very much so against dress code, and unbuttoned the first two buttons in her white button up blouse, and she pulled her socks all the way up. She then walked calmly down the hall, ignoring the one or two voices that called for her from people planning on skipping the first class.

The bell rang.

She opened the door to her first period class, the teacher wasn't there anyway, Kakashi was always late. Always.

"Forehead!"

The nickname forever haunted her, but she turned to see the voice that called her. And there she stood—Ino Yamanaka and all her glory. The reason each day when Sakura stepped foot into the highschool, she changed.

The tall, beautiful, flawless, blonde, Ino Yamanaka.

Sakura ran over to her best friend, and Ino grimaced, looking over her appearance. "You look terrible."

Sakura only said, "Woke up late."

The blonde only shrugged, and pulled out a mirror. "Fix yourself up."

Sakura did as she was told. She always did. Ino ran her life.

Once she finished, she gave Ino the compact back, and sat down on her respected seat. Well, technically, desk. She then kicked her feet back and forth as she chewed noisily on her pink bubble gum, guys peeking a glance at the two girls that ran everything in the school.

Everything in Konoha ran the same, every day. Nothing ever changed. Ino and Sakura were loved by all boys, hated by all girls, but all the girls secretly longed to be the two. Every boy wished to get the girls, but Sakura acted as if they didn't deserve her, while the truth was, she was extremely modest. However, Ino was the opposite. She would date any boy who asked her, she would do anything. But she was easily hurt, though she denied it.

Yes, everyone was comfortable with their own life. Everything was the same.

Always.

A few moments passed, people talked, people threw things, people got in fights, and then, the unexpected happened. Something that never happened. The doorknob moved.

Everyone looked over.

There teacher wouldn't arrive for another 10 minutes—he always came 15 minutes late. Always. As everyone knew, it wasn't the teacher. What they were greeted with when the door opened, was a boy.

A beautiful boy.

His obsidian eyes scanned the area, everyone was silent, everyone with their eyes locked on him. He gave a smirk as one of the girls blinked, and a random girl screamed. Screamed words he waited to hear.

"Oh my god! It's Uchiha Sasuke!"

Hell erupted in the classroom.


Uchiha, Sasuke.

If compared to anything, Sasuke was God to most girls who lived in Japan, and even elsewhere. He was one of the top models in Tsunade's Modeling. What is Tsuanade Modeling, you ask? Only the best modeling company in Japan! He was everything. Tall, handsome, mysterious, he was flawless. He was the Uchiha Sasuke! Never once did he show a bad photo or a bad anything. He was superior. And now, he was in there class. Which only meant one thing, the most famous teen male model in Japan was now living within walking distance of them, and he was in their school, in their class!

The dreamboat of America- Uchiha Sasuke- was now here!


The door opened again, though no one noticed. Only one set of green eyes noticed, and these emeralds belonged to Haruno Sakura. A man with gray hair stepped in, and blinked with the one visible eye, the other hidden behind a mask. He cleared his throat. No one dared too look over.

Why, you may ask? I'll tell you why.

Uchiha Sasuke.

He was tall, he was mysterious, he was handsome, he was a model, he was perfect. He was the picture that girls slept under each night; he was the dream boat of every living female. He was now attending Konoha High.

More importantly, he was in their class.

Sakura got up, went over to the fifteen girls who crowded around him, she walked over to the girl who sat next to him, where her seat was located. She stood in front of the girl, all hell burning in her eyes, and the girl quickly got up, whispering an apology, and ran to her seat, that's when Ino stepped in.

"This is gross."

That was all she had to say, to get all the girls attention. "Stupid whores, get away from my seat. Go sit down, not like he wants to talk to you." Yes, it didn't take long to notice something.

Ino Yamanaka and Sakura Haruno were not known for being kind.

"Class." A voice said softly, and that's when everyone other than Sakura, Ino, and Sasuke, realized that he was in the room. Everyone rushed to their seats and sat down, the girls on the side opposite of Sasuke cursing at the others.

But Sakura was never happier, though it didn't show.
She was sitting next to heaven.

"I see you all have met our new student…"

The boys groaned, the girls squealed.

"YOU MEAN HE'S STAYING HERE?!" Yelled an obnoxious blonde, Uzumaki Naruto, from the seat next to him. "YOU'RE KIDDING!"

Sasuke only let out a "Tch." And didn't look at the boy.

"What'd you say, teme!?" He challenged, and Sasuke only glared at him with cold eyes.

"Why would I waste my breath on a dead-last like you?" He simply asked in reply. All the girls swooned at the sound of his deep voice when he finally spoke since he arrived.

"WHAT?" Naruto yelled, and only got orders to sit down. He obliged, angered and continued to glare at his newest rival. Sasuke just smirked at him as he realized how easily the boy was tempered.

"Sakura." Everyone looked at the girl who the teacher called on as she raised her hand.

"Who's his escort?" The girls were all suddenly paying attention, and everyone's hands shot into the air, including Ino's, but not Sakura's.

"Good question." He smiled, and then said simply, "Thanks for volunteering!"

The girls all cursed unheard profanities at the girl.

Sakura blinked, "I didn't wan-!"

She was stopped, and he said, "I'm sure you'll be great."

Sasuke looked over at said girl, first noticing that her hair was a bright shade of pink, the same color of the flower she was named after, she was provocative. That was all he saw. He let out yet another, "Tch." As he realized she'd be just like all the other whores he'd come to know in the past that just wanted to get with him, but not even care for him.

He didn't like her.

The feeling wasn't mutual. Sakura adored the boy, she had his posters all over her locker, on her mirror, above her bed, all his ads from magazines printed on her binder, which she put her arm over so he couldn't see, he was her life! Her soul! She'd loved him ever since his first picture that was taken of his flawless face. She blushed when she realized he was looking at her, but only blew a bubble and pretended not to care.

But everyone cared, even Sakura and Ino. Why? Because the never changing Konoha, just changed forever.

A/N:

Thanks so much for reading! Obviously, this is going to be full of fluff and SasuSaku attention. Just stick with me! A plot will come up soon enough! Review!