Chapter 1: School's Here!
Wake Up Chick! Wake up Chick Wak…BOOM
She looked at her now smashed pink alarm clock on the floor. "Damn alarm clock" she mumbled to herself and rolled out of bed. She yawned and stretched for a minute then looked at the pink calendar on the wall "Damn…Monday I hate Monday's it's just another d…oh my gawsh!" she exclaimed, "Today's Monday! It's my first day at Konoha High School!" She said running to her closet. "Hmm…" she said looking around her huge walk in closet, "what to wear what to wear?" she said looking puzzled for a moment. "Ah, I know" she said pulling out a pair of short denim shorts, a black Ralph Lauren Polo, and a white under shirt from New York and Company. "Perfect" she said smiling; "now for some shoes" she said throwing the clothes on her bed and going into her Air Jordan closet. (AN: Sakura's parents are very wealthy and live in a fairly large house, but she wanted a place of her own so her parents bought her a house…well more like a mini mansion, down the street from them) "I think I'll wear…my playoff fusions! " she said taking them out the box and carefully placing them next to her thrown clothes that laid lifelessly on her pink bed. She walked into the bathroom and looked at herself in the mirror "OH MY GOODNESS!" she yelled touching her hair, "I need to do something with this PRONTO" she said taking out a comb and a flat iron she then raised her arms and sniffed under them. "Oh Gah! Right after I take a shower!" She said pulling back the curtains and turning the faucet on, after 10 minutes in the shower she got out and started doing her hair. After about 30 minutes of doing her hair and carefully applying her make-up she put her clothes on and grabbed her Nike backpack and her black XO purse and headed down stairs for breakfast. She got a box of Apple Jaxs off of the refrigerator and poured herself a bowl. After eating she walked down the hall way and she took one last look in the mirror before heading out the door. "Wish me luck Pooh!" she said to her now awoke Chihuahua, her dog barked in reply. She smiled and walked out of her front door, "Konoha High School…here I come!"
She walked down the side walk towards Konoha High. She looked up at the sky, "it's such a beautiful day" she thought to herself, as she was walking and looking at the sky she bumped into someone and fell. "Oh I'm sorry I didn't mean t…" "Whatever" the girl said cutting her off, "Watch where you're going pinky" and with that the blonde girl walked off. "What a bitch…hope she doesn't go to the same high school I do…if she does we gone have some problems ion like folks like that" she said while walking up to the school. "Well" she said gulping, "here we go" she walked into the front door of the school and it seemed like time just stopped, everyone stared at her as if she was an alien. She walked down the hallway looking confident, but was nervous as hell. She heard whispers from boys and ignored them but one boy in particular, who had onyx eyes and hair, whispered to another boy who had blonde hair and blue eyes. "Damn shawty got a fat ass" the onyx haired boy whispered, "hell yeah on my life I would hit that" the blonde boy replied back. Sakura stopped and looked at the boy with the onyx hair, "wanna run that by me again?" she asked raising an eyebrow, Sasuke being the sexy popular guy he was just looked at her and smirked, "I said shawty got a fat ass" he looked down at her ass and licked his lips, "a very fat ass" he said smirking and looking back up at her. She rolled her eyes in reply and started to walk away, but the boy grabbed her arm, "don't walk away from me while I'm giving you a compliment…what's your name?" he asked looking her up and down, she jerked her arm away "Sakura" she spat out, "Sakura…means cherry blossom…" he looked at her again "well I got a new name fo you, sexy cherry blossom" he said with a grin, "bye the way…my names Sasuke" "whateva" she said walking away from him and going into the office. "What an ass!" she said sitting down in a chair, waiting for someone to give her a class schedule.