Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto, blah blah blah...
Rated M for: Language, Drug Abuse, and Sexual Content.
Author Note: It's short, I know, but this is just the prologue. I promise you, the chapters will be much, MUCH longer. And the only chapters I have written down are this one and most of chapter one. Yeah, I know, It's not very professional but whatever. But I do have in mind what it's gonna be about, I just don't know what I'm gonna do to reach it to it's climax. I'll just wing it. And when I wing a story, it actually comes out pretty good, so... OH! Now I remember what I was really gonna say! All of above was just me ranting, but what I want to say is that this is my first story so please, please, please review! If I don't get reviews, I don't have any inspiration to write! And in the reviews I would like you to be truthful. Don't say "That was awesome!" just to be nice. I want real, hardcore ones. If it sucks, just tell me why and I'll reluctantly change it around. Thanks!
Prologue
The sound of my new high top Nikes were really getting on my nerves. Pit pat, pit pat, pit pat. I heard that sound for only about, five minutes, but nevertheless, it was annoying.
On a normal day, I would be flaunting around, walking up to strangers, showing them my too-shiny-to-be-one-day-old-toxic-rainbow-colored shoes from Zumiez, but today wasn't normal… actually, in a way, it was kind of depressing. The birds were singing, the sun was shining, there was not a cloud in sight; it was clear-but my thoughts weren't
In my hand was a note… from Naruto. It stated the following:
Hey Sakura! What's up? Well, don't answer that right now 'cause I need you to answer another question. You know the homecoming dance in a month? I was wondering if you would like to go with me!! Answer/check below:
Yes!!: No:
I know, so elementary school, right? Oh, and the handwriting- it took me like, an hour to interoperate it. I don't think that's how he really writes though. He was probably just trying to be cool or something… but if that is how he really writes… then that's just scary…
But his handwriting is not the problem right now. It's the note. I've known him since 1st grade! I don't think of him the way he thinks of me! He's just too… too… ugh, I don't even know! But what am I suppose to tell him? This is totally gonna ruin everything!
I sighed.
Call me A.D.D., but as I was looking down at the concrete sidewalk, against the cracks, I saw a pair of green converse walk past me. The only person I knew who had green converse was Shikamaru Nara.
"Nice shoes," he mumbled… but it wasn't Shika. I looked up and turned around to see the back head of a raven-haired boy… teen. He was wearing all black except for his shoes.
"Thanks," I responded, hoping he heard me. But he kept on walking. He never turned back around.
I looked back down and turned. Continued walking… continued thinking