When I was small, my family would go see cherry blossoms, blooming row by row on green hills. My mother would take out the picnic blanket, folded into a small square, out of it's bag and spread it under a cherry tree. I thought they were the most beautiful things in the world, as my young eyes started up into the pink, flurry blossoms blocking out sky. Despite our wealth, and my father's position, we never did have a cherry tree in our own garden. I often complained of it, and my parents would just laugh and say it was too troublesome, and that they'll never live to see it bloom like the ones in the park. I thought it could live to see it bloom, and see the petals swirl down. But I kept my thoughts to myself. Thoughts against those of my parents, I usually never spoke out loud. After a few more years, when I was ten, the park shut down. Because of a murder. The park's insurance did not cover, as everyone said, so the only solution was to close down the whole place. Some man bought the fields, and decided to build an apartment complex on it. I remember the day when workers, fully geared and machining heavy, metal equipment arrived and chopped down the cherry trees, and dug a huge trench-like hole on the grass. Even though I'll never admit it to anyone. I think I cried that day. Something about how those cherry trees fell to the ground, made it feel like I was seeing a real person falling dead. Something about their beautiful blossoms, gently falling beside its trunk made it feel like blood. Funny to say, I would cry for some trees, when my own parents were dead. Yes. They were the ones murdered under those very trees. Stabbed to death by my own brother.
"Sasuke! What'cha doing staring off to the distance? We've gotta go!"
An exuberant blonde boy yelled, thumping down the stairs and carrying his backpack. Sasuke turned around slowly, fixating his most cold glare at those cheerful, blue, orbs. Naruto took a step back, "Whoa. You okay, Sasuke?" he asked, scared at the emotions swirling in his best friend's eyes. Sasuke sighed in annoyance. He grabbed his backpack lying beside his feet, and swung it over his shoulder. Casting one last glance at the scenery from their shared penthouse, he replied, "I'm fine. Let's go…idiot."
In an instance, the worry from Naruto's eyes vanished, as he burned with rage. "Who're you callin' an idiot, bastard!?" he screamed, making a sorry attempt to punch Sasuke in the face. Sasuke dodged with ease, sending Naruto crashing from the momentum of his punch, face-flat, onto the marble floor. "It's not over yet, bastard! I'll getcha' in school! Just you wait!"
Naruto threatened, groaning in pain and rubbing his visage, feeling put to shame. Sasuke shrugged, and held out a hand, "Let's go." He repeated. The blonde took his friend's hand, and got up, groaning something about his "messed-up" personality.
Konoha High, in my opinion is full of flirts. There are girls who would take "bathroom breaks" from the excellent curriculum they taught in classes, just to pile on another layer of eye shadow. Of course, it wasn't as serious as it was now. Rumor mill is saying that a major hot-so is coming to our school. I'm just a normal girl, living in an ordinary house, with boring parents, and an all-too-early curfew. Somehow, I managed to get in, by scholarship, to one of the most prestigious prep-high schools in the world. There are two ways, really, to get in. One, by being rich, famous, and an eye candy, or two, by your skills. How we managed, with the amount of air-headed Barbies in our school, to get ranked first, internationally, is still a mystery to me. It's hard, from time to time, to be in that school. Everyone getting their custom-made smartphones, being chauffeured to school and back in a limousine, and speaking about thousand-dollar shopping sprees over the weekends…I get a bit sick of hearing it. I admit it, I am jealous of their lavish lifestyles and precarious ways of spending money. But I have to remind myself, once I graduate and get into a really great university; I would work hard for that lifestyle myself. That's all that motivated me my whole life. I'm Sakura Haruno. And I guess, from the face that just walked in, is probably Sasuke Uchiha.
Silence. For a moment, everyone was stunned. As we walked in, me and Naruto, were greeted by silence. The door shut noiselessly behind us. All there was, for at least a minute, was the mechanical sound of a nearby clock ticking. Then followed by mere pandemonium. Girls, despite the attempts of my bodyguards, flung themselves at me, shoving Naruto out of the way. There was a lot of tears. Sad or happy, I couldn't really tell, but they were tears alright. Over the every-growing mob of girls, I could see someone else in the distance, shutting her locker, and walking away, as if she hadn't even noticed the mob of people, wanting to molest me. Her hair was pink. It fell mid-back over her uniform and swished from side to side as she disappeared into a turn connecting the hallways. Even though, I was probably dyed, I couldn't help but be reminded of those cherry trees I deeply adored…and what happened to my parents. I unconsciously tightened the hand into a fist, clenching onto my backpack strap. The bodyguards, two of them, were fighting back the mob, who was still trying to touch me. Beads of perspiration formed on their bald heads, and their mouth twisted into a gnarled sneer. It was obvious that they couldn't hold them back for long. But I didn't care anymore, had I really ever cared? It was the same routine all over again. My parents, as everyone knew them, were famous business people who were successful in their own right. They both owned a company before they met each other, and joined that company together after they married, and a little while after me, Itachi, and Uchiha Software was born. I, however, got put into a movie once. A talent scout encouraged my parents to do so, after seeing me act lead role in my elementary school play. I think that movie must have won a few awards, made the film crew rich, and became famous, because after that, the requests sent to me, inviting me to act or play some character never stopped. I turned some down, acted some, but most of all, made all the movies I acted in into Oscar-winning, box office-busting works of art. That's why, as I am explaining right now, a mob of freaks are trying to get a piece of that "Uchiha Sasuke Magic". Oh shit. I think my bodyguards just fell down…better start running.
I didn't really care. What was the difference? They were all the same! No actor or actress could ever have a normal life or marriage without being critiqued about. Some tabloid prints in huge, neon block letters about some star gaining weight, the other gossip magazine rumoring about another having three affairs. And then eventually, if I saved up every magazine I've ever laid my eyes on, was fail. It turns out that the weight gain was not because she binged, but she was pregnant, and the other, as it turns out, there was no affair after all, she was just visiting her brothers. And if I've ever saved up every magazine I've ever read about Sasuke Uchiha, it would probably be the same as well. Except that his parents got murdered by his psychotic brother. That part, I had to admit, was major downer in such a perfect life. I just hope he wasn't smart, because when it comes to brains here, after Neji Hyuuga, it's me. And what was he doing at my school? Oh right. He's a freaking billionaire-actor-heir. Class had just started, and no one. Literally no one was in their seats. Just me and my A.P math tutor, Kakashi. I bet my life it was because of all that commotion caused by him.
"Hatake-sensei, when is the class starting?"
I asked, not bothering to raise my hand since there was no one there.
"It's Kakashi-sensei," he corrected, looking up from the paperback he was so endorsed in, "And you know that I can't start teaching until at least half the students are seated."
Damn it. Now because some hotshot arrived at my school, I can't start learning. I was seething in annoyance. I worked hard to get into this school, and this is what I get? Sasuke Uchiha better watch out, cause when I see him, he's gonna be going through hell.
AN: OK. I KNOW I MADE THEM KINDA OC…BUT STICK WITH THIS STORY! And review. Who could forget that?