I do not own Naruto (but I wish I do). Enjoy.


The school has a specific hierarchy; everyone knows where they belong and does not question it. At the top: the elite of the school. Only a few students can hope to be part of it. The most fortunate of the town are obviously at the top of the school but not because of their personality. I guess that the size of their wallet helped them to be on top. After all, what is the point of having money if it is not to have privileges? I am probably the only one that did not bought my way in. I won my status with my natural personality, or that what I want to think but my friendship with Ino must have helped in some ways.

We always lived next to each other and grow up inseparable. Sooner or later I have been invited to all parties in the town and I have met a lot of people there, made myself a reputation and a name. I was known as the friendly friend of Ino at first but then, once I was in the place, I was known as Sakura. And most of all, people like me for who I was.

Then comes the school's population: the mass. The mass is composed by the normal people. Most of them are either wanna be or plain people; the ones that sit with you in class or eat at the cafeteria at the next table. Most of my friends stand there, in the enormous flow of students. Naruto, Shikamaru and all the others…

At last comes the misfits. The few who does not fit in the school hierarchy are grouped together. They either did not find friends or just were not meant to be part of the school life. I personally don't know any of them. I think I have never had the opportunity to talk to one of them either. Life at school is hard for them; they are ignored and bullied. The shame of the school…

Even if I was technically in the elite and above all, I have some duty and obligation. Especially toward Ino. She was the one that introduced me to this life so I must not make her look stupid or still her spot in the light. She knew that I did too. We never talked about it but it was an unspoken agreement. After all she was my friend. That is why this morning I did not take the bus to go to school but the Ino's car that was waiting outside with a driver standing next to the open door like every morning since the first day of high school.

- Good morning miss.

I nodded as I enter the vehicle. Ino was beautiful as always even wearing the school uniform. Her pale blond hair was tide back in a ponytail, leaving one of her eyes free from her rebellious bangs. She smiled at me and great me with her daily gossip review. The knowledge of who did what was her speciality since she was probably the one that started half of the rumors in school. True or not, the school's rumors were not one of my interests. Except maybe the ones that concerned me. The ride seemed to me to take forever. Even the conversation about Ino's love life would not hold my attention for long. Today's gonna be a long day.

Arriving to school, the car dropped us to the front gate. I took my school books and jumped out of the car. First period: history. Great. Maybe I would be able to take a nap in the back of the classroom. If only…

Sitting in the back I've noticed that the mass was unusually noisy for a Thursday morning. I was too tired to even try to listen to their conversations. I would know what it is about before noon anyway; girls are the best spies in the world and they don't really care if we are interested in the gossip to just let it out.

- Some transferred students...

- No way!

- Ya, and I heard that they have transferred from a school that has a bad reputation.

- Oh! You think they are some kind of bad boys?

- I hope so.

I've listen those two girls I did not know the names giggle for a few minutes. Transferred students? In the middle of the year, hard. And with a bad reputation already… that is going to be interesting.

And there, they were two new faces that I did not recognize. One tall blond that remind me of Ino and the other one was smaller, with red hair; red like blood. They stood awkwardly next to Kakashi sensei, waiting for the class to get silent.

- Class… here are Deidara and Sasori, your new comrade. Be nice to them. You two you can sit in the back, right beside Sakura. The girl with pink hair that seems to prefer to sleep in class than to get educated.

I sight, and stretched my back. No chance to sleep after that. I took a good look at the new students that will sit next to me for the rest of the year. All I could tell was that they did not seem to be happy. Their eyes were cold as ice and did not look at me straight in the eyes. They sat in silence and glared at their desks the all period; not noticing that all the girls were fixing them blushing. For sure their attitude made them popular in a minute or less.

The bell rang and everyone went outside for the second period. For me: gym. Which I will not go of course. Being the elite I could spend my time at the lounge reserved for us. Ino would be there for sure, she is in my gym class; well she is supposed to be. I don't remember her going to a single class that implies to sweat; which includes the biology laboratories.

The lounge was empty as expected. We took place in the sofas and started the gossip session. For once I was interested in the subject: the transferred students. According to Ino, there were more than two transferred in the school. Apparently she did not have one of them in her first class. I knew something that she did not; I had seen two of them already.

- Tell me, tell me, tell me. How do they look like?

- Well… I started, one is tall and blond. Cute face and blue eyes. He's name is Deidara and he is sitting next to me. The other, small red hair with dark eyes. I can't tell much, they are not the talkative type.

- Then you will have to dig this out. I need details, and more important, I need a boyfriend.

She sure needs one as do I. The only pretender I have is Naruto, my childhood friend; which I do not attend to date. Some new faces will be new opportunities to get a boyfriend, one that did not know me since kindergarten. Our conversation drifted to our plans for senior years and after until the bell rang announcing lunch time. We walked to the cafeteria while looking for the new faces. We wanted to see what the transferred students looked like.