I'm Sakura Haruno, and this is an awful, generic introduction. And I'm sorry.
People tell you when you're younger that you'll decide what you want to do in life during high school.
Rule #1 In Life- People Lie.
I don't think that's true for anyone. If you ask people who have graduated from college, they'll tell you that they changed their mind at least once. And that's okay.
Unfortunately, I did not know this during high school, and I spent my first two years kind of freaking out about it, and then shoving it to the back of my mind to freak out about it more later.
Which is where my story kind of begins, if we fast forward through my childhood and awkward puberty years and get to the point where my life changed for the better. Ya know, the interesting part.
Now, to continue with the boring generic introduction;
As I said earlier, I'm Sakura. I have pink hair and green eyes. Don't ask. I'm shorter than average and pretty skinny. Like most high schoolers I hate waking up early and drink loads of coffee to counteract sleepiness. Also, I like sweaters.
I'm pretty normal I guess? I mean, I don't have any weird secrets like another identity as a pop star. I'm not the chosen one, or like a symbol of rebellion of any kind. Life was pretty average for me before I met The Akatsuki.
I guess I should get on with my story then.
The first day of school already sucks with you know, it being the first day of school. But I was having a pretty sucky morning. My alarm clock didn't go off, I couldn't find my favorite pair of underwear, and we were out of coffee. So I had to rush out of the house in a pair of ratty jeans and an unflattering T-shirt to run by the overpriced coffee shop that was, thankfully, on my way to school.
At least I'm not late, I thought as I strolled up to the school building, sipping my lovely caffeinated beverage. I had one ear bud in blasting something from the Summer's Top Hits, completely unaware of the event about to happen that would set my life on an entirely different track than what I expected my junior year to be like.
As I approached the building, I heard a commotion. I stopped and turned to my right, coffee in hand, just as some asshole ran into me. Or fell into me. Whatever. The point is that my coffee ended up everywhere.
Let me just repeat that with some more description.
Some fucking asshole of a person, barreled straight into me, knocking us both over onto the hard, gravel-y, ground, whilst my hot coffee flew up into the air, effectively covering us both with scalding liquid.
First I felt surprise, then pain, then rage.
"What the hell?" I yelled, kicking whoever it was off of me. I started gathering the contents that had spilled from my bag.
"Sorry, yeah. Just a game of tag." I heard someone say. I looked beside me, ready to start yelling at whoever this guy was, but before I could, someone smacked him upside the head.
"I apologize for this idiot's behavior. Are you burnt?" I looked up at a red head with brown eyes.
"Yes." I said coldly. And I was. And it hurt like a bitch.
I stood, having regained my belongings, and glared at the guy who ran into me. He was kind of lanky and had long blonde hair worn half up. His eyes were an unreal shade of blue. But who am I to judge? I have pink hair for fuck's sake.
The blonde one grimaced, "I can take you to the nurse if you want? I'm burnt too." I raised an eyebrow. Oh hohoho no mister.
I took a deep breath, "I am covered in coffee, and burnt, and also have no more coffee. You expect me to forgive you if you just accompany me to the nurse? You owe me another coffee." The redhead looked mildly amused at my demand.
The blonde smiled sheepishly and shoved his hands into his pockets, "Yeah I guess that's fair. So um... nurse now?" I shrugged and started off in the direction of the nurse's office, and let him catch up after he said goodbye to his friend.
"I'm Deidara," he said after, reaching out a hand for me to shake.
"Sakura," I said, shaking his hand. He wasn't too bad as long as he wasn't being an asshole who ran into people.
We walked the rest of the way in an awkward silence.
The nurse had us rinse our burns but couldn't do much else since they weren't too bad. But I did have to change into a different shirt since my other one was covered in coffee. At least the new one was more flattering.
After I exited the changing room, I found Deidara waiting in a chair.
"Hey," I said, slinging my bag over my shoulder, "Shouldn't you be in class?" The bell had rung earlier and the nurse had already given us passes for first hour.
"I was waiting for you. I wanted to walk you back to class." He said, getting up.
"That's fine," I shook my head, "You need to get to class anyway."
Deidara shrugged, "Eh, my first hour is theater. Mr. Gai is... well you know." And I did know. If you didn't know about Mr. Gai, you were probably a new student from another country.
"Oh. That's my first hour, too."
"..."
"..."
"You wanna ditch and get coffee?"
"Hell yes."
And that's how I met Deidara.
New story. Thanks for reading! Feel free to suggest who she meets next or like.. don't review. Whatever's cool man.