So, yeah. I'm finally getting back to writing. I don't even know why I stopped in the first place. But I'm back now, with a gazillion ideas for new stories!

-pumps fists into the air-
EFF YEAH!

Anyways, no I do not own Naruto.
Don't sue plz.

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'Thoughts/Thinking'

Fame
Prologue

Behind the red velvet curtains, a petite pink-haired girl was nervously pacing back and forth. Her hands shaking, and heart beating faster and faster. The pinkette brought her hand up to her mouth and started to gnaw on her poor abused cuticles.

"Haruno Sakura."

The frantic girl looked up as her name was called. Stealing a quick glance in the large vanity mirror, her fingers rapidly worked out any unwanted tangles in her hair, while pinning back any loose hairs so that you could clearly see her face. Leaning over the edge of the vanity, she picked up a rather large black case. Resisting the urge to throw up, the pinkette walked toward the edge of the curtain. Slowly her hand reached out, pushing down at her fear, and pulled back the curtain. Moving past the curtain and onto the vast stage ahead of her, she found herself under the spotlight.

Fame
Chapter 1

"RAAAAAAAAAAAAAH RAAAAAAAH!"

The piercing note of the train horn, blasted throughout the train carts signaling that the train has come to a stop.

The next sound that was emanated throughout the train was an unusually loud thump. A young girl lay face first on the carpet of her train car.

"Goddammit!" The girl said as she pulled herself to her knees and attempted to block out the sound of the horn by sticking her index fingers into her ears.

"This is why I despise trains. They lure you to sleep with a false sense of security, and make you feel at ease, then BAM! Then they say NO YOU!" She seethed to no one in particular.

Standing up and rubbing her aching head, the girl grabbed her bags and proceeded to exit the train. Still angrily mumbling to herself, she stiffly stalked walked out of the train not noticing how people were looking at her oddly and making wide berths around her.

After a few minutes of walking the girl calmed down, and started to take in her surroundings. She stood in awe on the train station platform at the sight before her. All of the surrounding buildings were built in a very old medieval, Victorian-ish style. It was almost as if she was sent back in time. Her eyes were wide as saucers, and it took all her willpower to not open her mouth and start 'Oohing' and 'Awing' at everything she saw.

'Snap out of it!' She yelled to herself. 'I don't want to seem like some kind of silly tourist.'

Though...Just to make sure, she double-checked her map, and then the name of the train station.

"Yeah, this is it. Vieille ville Station," Shaking her head from the shock of it all. "I can't believe I am finally in France, about to go to the school of my dreams."

She heard a faint honking to her left, and looked up to see a car slowing heading her way. As the car pulled to a halt in front of her, the driver of the vehicle stuck his head out of the window and gave her a hard look. The driver looked to be in his forties, he had long, shaggy white hair partially covered by an old cabby hat, and two red lines on his cheeks that ran from the bottom of his eyes, to the underside of his chin.

"Haruno Sakura, I presume?" The man asked.

"Erm, yes. But how would you know that?" The girl named Sakura hesitantly asked. The word 'Creeeeeper' rang through her head.

The man let out a booming laugh. "Well hello there young lady! The name is Jiraiya, and I'm here to escort you to your new school."

Looking at Sakura's stunned face, he continued, "And as for knowing who you were, the director, Tsunade, had said that the new student was a young female with bright pink hair, and frankly my dear, you fit the bill."

Sakura hesitantly laughed and loaded herself and her bags into the car.

The car stopped in front of these massive steel gates, efficiently blocking the only road up to the school. Jiraiya yelled something incoherent to the gates guards, and lurched the car forward as the gates started to open. After the gates fully opened, Sakura couldn't hold back the gasp of amazement when she saw the school.

"It looks like a castle!!" She grinned, "This school is perfect already."

"It is, and once upon a time it used to house the closet Dukes and Duchesses to the Queen of France. That was quite along time ago, though. By the end of the 18th century the castle was abandoned. It remained that way, until a few years back when the school was formed. Most of the inside has been completely revamped, and modernized. Though some rooms, and hallways have remained the same."

Jiraiya informed for.

"Kyaaaaa! That is so cool!"

Jiraiya merely shrugged at her "I suppose."

Sakura looked flabbergasted at his aloof reply, "What do you mean 'You suppsose'?! It really is fascinating!"

Jiraiya's amused chuckle was the reply she got.

"Did the castle have a name before the school took over?" Sakura asked, trying to start a conversation.

Jiraiya raised an eyebrow at the curious pinkette, "A name?"

"Yeah, a name. Like Castle Neuschwanstein in Bavaria, Germany. One of the most famous castles in the world! Or Windsor Castle located in Thames River, England. This is the castle that epitomizes royalty! The Queen of England herself is currently living there!"

Jiraiya let out a booming laugh as he looked into the rear-view mirror, to see the pinkettes face positivley glowing. "You're really into this aren't you," he questioned as he met her eyes.

Sakura shyly nodded her head, with a faint smile on her lips, "Well I have been to my fair share of Renaissance Faires...And I'm a complete bookworm."

And as if Jiraiya's laugh couldn't get any louder, it certainly did, "I like you kid. You got spunk."

Sakura blushed and muttered back a small thanks.

"Well, here we are!" Jiraiya shouted as he parked the car.

From far away the building looked beautiful, but now standing before it, the building was simply majestic! Her mind quickly turned into a pile of goo. Sh could find no words that could describe the shear beauty of the once castle, turned school. Crisp green grass surrounded the school. Flowers of all different origins and colors lined the roads. Enormous Weeping Willows were scattered around, and Sakura saw a few kids lounging out beneath them. The school itself was made from varying shades of red bricks, arranged in a very elegant way.

Sakura was so entranced by everything, she didn't even notice that Jiraiya came over and opened the door for her. Smiling at Sakura's dazed expression, Jiraiya held out his hand to her. Snapping out of her daze, she looked up at Jiraiya, returned the smile, and reached for his hand.

Jiraiya closed his hand around hers and pulled her out of the car, "Welcome to The Wayward Victorian School for the Preforming Arts."

End Chapter.

Rawr.
I got yelled at in my math class, because I blew off all my classwork and wrote most of this instead.
I've taken up the habit of writing when I should be doing more...important things.
My math teacher haaaaates me. xDD

WELL YOU KNOW WHAT MR. RARESHIDE. -flips him the bird-

Ahaha, so yeah thanks for reading!
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