Ch. 1

Faulted

DISCAIMOR: I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THE FOLLOWING CHARACTERS, I DID HOWEVER COME UP WITH THIS STORY SO HOPE YOU ENJOY.

readers note * all lines that are in italic on their own and not in the middle of a sentence fo those that are in italics and in parenteses are thoughts of the current character.

Also the setting is as follows: sasuke never left (at least not yet) team seven are now 15 and still in the ninja academy, no it is not ANOTHER STUPID SCHOOL FANFIC because I really and sick of those. So yea, um…. Lets see…. Oh right, chapter 1 is no example as to hwo the rest of this will be I promis the plot will get MUCH better so please stick with me at least until chapter 3. :3 thank you.

She was doing it again. She had found herself crying for things that she had no possible control over. Her lack of a perfect family, her constint acts of letting people down, her not beign able to live up to peoples expectations of just who she should be. She was faulty.

I'm so sick of this! I can't keep on doing this… no matter how hard I try, its nto enough, I'm nto enough. I fall short, I can't live up to everything that everyone wants me to, I'm a horrible person. And now, oh god and now I am feeling bad about somthign so stupid! Why should I feel bad when I cant live up to these simple expectatiosn for me? What am I doing? I can't cry for something like this, its stupid, and I, I do not have the right to feel bad when and get attention when I don't deserve it.

She sat up, and brushed away the tears with the back fo her hands. She had stopped crying, and now she had to clean up before anyone knew. She didn't need the attention, she didn't deserve it, because she was too faulted.

Sighlently she eased eh way down the hallway from her room into the bathroom and locked the door. With a damp rag in hand and the other holding back her bangs she patted her face to releave herself of all signs of tears and redness.

Looking in the mirror, her sad face slowly turned to a monotone smile, you never would have known that she was faking it.

"Sakura, if you don't hurry up your going to be late! What will happen then eh? You think tardy kids make me look good?" both father and mother called in unison.

"I- I'm sorry I'm coming."

She felt a lump in her throat, and the tears jerking from the back of her eyes. Clenching her fists and letting out that one last whine.

I can't break now, nto now. That won't do anything btu make me late… why can't I just do the simplest things right?

She combed out her hair, washed her face, and brushed her teeth for the third time this morning. Running out the bathroom door and into the hallway she maneuvered herself around the text-book cluttered bed to grab her bag.

"Sakura!!! Now! Get going Now!!!!" Angrily her father slammed shut the front door as he head off to the jonin mission distributers' office.

Sakura's mother had left while previously yelling at her leave the house. Amina Haruno was a highly qualified and expert messenger hawk trainer who was currently working for 6 months at a time in Suna, only to come back home for 3 weeks at a time. Durign such times Amina has to talk to family see how everyone is doing and tries to hold the house together while she can. Needless to say she is quite often stressed out and can't take things not going smoothly.

Sakura's father on the other hand was Dairae Haruno. He had been the head orginizer of the distribution of missions that came in and out fo the hidden leaf village. He has to be sure that the missions taken and carried out by each villiage in turn meets the same wager percentile as the number of chunin commign form each villiage. This enables each village to be maintain the same economy during missions and wars if a certain number is to drop in chunin then so do the missions that are excepted for that villiage.

While busily running out the door, sakura had droped her ninja pack and out came ervythign spilling all over the pavement, whiel int eh process she loses her house key. Now she was going to be late and have to spend 3 hours looking for her house key. She locked the door fron the inside and slammed it shut. She then quickly leaned down and jammed everything back into her pouch, everything of course but the hosue key, which lay between the crevese of the door frame and the cement pavement.

"No… not now, please just let me get their on time, please just today" sakura said to herself while running through crowded sidewalks to make it to the academy.

"hey- Hey! Yo pinky! Hey! You dropped…* sigh * something…hn." a young man came up and picked up her forgotten key with a silver keycap on it.

I guess I'll give it to her next time I see her…