8 year old Sakura Haruno lay in her bed, her face buried in her pillow. The clock on the wall next to her bed indicated that it was 7:30 in the morning. She rolled over as her mom opened the door and walked into the room. "Sakura, time to get up!" said Mrs. Haruno, shaking her daughter by the shoulder.
"Give me a few more minutes mom, please?" Sakura groaned as she pulled the blankets over her head.
No dear, I'm afraid I can't do that," said her mom as she pulled back the covers, turning around to pull back the blinds as well. As light flooded the room, Mrs. Haruno saw that her daughter was still trying to sleep.
"Sakura..." said her mom, a slight exasperated tone now in his voice.
Sakura got up, rubbing her eyes and squinting up at her mom. "What's so special about today anyways?" she asked, her emerald eyes still heavy with sleep.
Her mother didn't answer, she just walked over to Sakura's calendar and pointed towards today's date. Sakura, still to sleepy to see clearly, got up and went to look for herself. She read what she herself had wrote down. She read it again. As she read it for the third time, her face became deathly pale.
She turned to her mom. "To-today is-"
"That's right!" cried her mom happily. "Today's your first day of school. You had better get ready; you need to get on the bus in 25 minutes."
She watched as her daughter's eyes became as large as plates.
"I'll just go downstairs and make breakfast now," said Mrs. Haruno, and, before Sakura could start shouting, she had already poofed downstairs.
Sakura stood there for several seconds, and then she began to rush about her room. She made her bed in seconds, and, as usual, it was perfect. Next she leapt to her closet, grabbing her clothes and slipping into them, taking her hairbrush as she went.
She jumped into the bathroom and reached for her toothbrush, her hairbrush already in her hand. She worked quickly, her left hand brushing her hair, her right brushing her teeth. It took her only two minutes. When she was done, she looked herself in the mirror. Her short pink hair, now well brushed, glistened in the light, contrasting with her large green eyes. She practiced her smile a few times, her perfect teeth sparkling clean between her rose lips.
She sighed and walked out of the bathroom. Putting back down her brush, she checked the clock. It was 7:45.
Feeling pleased with her timing, she rushed down the stairs, ran down the hall and into the kitchen, and plonked herself down on her chair just as her mom placed 4 pancakes on the plate in front of her. She gobbled up her food, not choking once. She got up, placing her dishes in the sink, and then ran back upstairs to get her backpack ready.
A few minutes later she emerged, her bag on her shoulder.
Her mother smiled. "Oh, you're growing up way to fast." she murmured as she hugged her daughter. "Now dear," she continued, becoming serious, "we can always wait another year if you don't want to go-"
"Nope," said Sakura, smiling confidently. "I'm going whether you like it or not." She had waited a whole year for this, and she wanted to make some friends. Nobody ever talked to her because they all regarded her as an alien with pink hair. But Sakura was confident that they would now that she was going to be one of their classmates.
Outside, they both heard the bus' horn. "Goodbye dear," her mother said, hugging her daughter one last time.
Sakura jogged out the door. "Be good!" shouted her mother. But Sakura didn't hear. She was too busy contemplating her new life.