Welcome to Konoha Academy, a school where popularity and wealth reigns supreme. Enter Haruno Sakura, an average girl attending on a scholarship alone. What trails of love, friendship and betrayal will she face? SasuSaku, NaruHina, NejiTen, InoShika

Hi! This is my first Naruto fanfic so I'd appreciate any comments! You can check out my FictionPress account as well! My username is Ribbonbean.

So, anyways, I was looking for a unique high school story, but every one of them sounded the same! So I decided to create by own. I'll try not to make it too cliché.


"So I turned myself to face me
But I've never caught a glimpse
Of how the others must see the faker
I'm much too fast to take that test"

- David Bowie

Chapter 1 – Changes

Konoha Private Academy stretched out in front of her, bared in all its glory. Never in all of Sakura Haruno's life had she seen a school this large or this fancy, and she had been to a lot of schools. The academy looked more like a mansion than a learning institute, and was surrounded by game fields, basketball courts and even a beach!

"This is horrible," sighed Sakura. She hadn't even wanted to come here. It was her parent's brilliant idea in the first place. But, here she was, standing in the parking lot of the most prestigious school ever known to mankind. She pushed her glasses further up on her petite face, and straightened her tweed skirt. What is a girl like me doing in a place like this?!

Sakura approached the front doors, noticing that they were made of fine furnished oak, and hand-carved by an artist who's name she couldn't pronounce. The handle was coated in pure silver and had been polished recently.

"Rich bastards," Sakura grumbled and shoved the heavy door open. She was right to believe that this place looked more like an elegant house than a school. There were no lockers, only a long hallway. Sakura stood in a great atrium, with a vaulted ceiling and crystal chandelier. There was a great sculpture of the school's main founders in the center of the room. Sakura laughed slightly when she noticed that their faces had been painted over. Someone had artistic talent to be able to do that to some poor old man's face.

How can my parents even afford to send me to this place?

"Miss Haruno?" asked a great burly man. He was wearing a tailored suit and had a great handlebar mustache. He looked more like a bodyguard than a butler.

"Yes that's me," she forced herself to smile.

"Follow me please." He turned on his heel and began to walk down the hallway. Sakura followed after him, jogging to keep up with his steps. As she watched the man walk, she noticed the muscles ripple from underneath his designer suit. He was definitely not the average butler; he looked like he would rather do Friday Night wrestling than Sunday Morning cleaning. Their footsteps echoed through the empty hallways, as they reached another door. This door was dark blue and bore the title "Headmistress."

Oh no, I didn't think I would have to meet her this early!

Konoha Academy was notorious for the reputation of its Headmistress. The woman was supposed to have quite a dangerous temper. It was rumored that she once punched a kid she was so angry with right through a concrete wall!

The Butler knocked twice, nearly breaking down the door.

"Yes, yes, let her in!" snapped a sharp feminine voice. The Butler bowed his head and turned the door handle. The door swung open revealing a rather irate woman and a smiling blonde-haired boy.

"Naruto Uzumaki, for the umpteenth time stop painting the faces of this school's co-founders!" she shouted at the boy.

He grinned back deviously, "Sorry, Headmistress Tsunade. But you've got to admit they look better like this."

Headmistress Tsunade let out a roar of frustration, "NARUTO, YOU ARE TO CLEAN THAT UP RIGHT NOW AND THEN REPORT TO DETENTION!"

The boy named Naruto shrugged and stood up. He glanced your way and gave another one of his wide grins. Sakura blushed slightly as he approached her. His eyes were a shocking shade of electric blue, and his bright blond hair only added to his loud personality. Sakura noticed he wore the school's uniform; however it was not to regulation. The tie was messily done up, and the top few buttons of the dress shirt were missing.

"Hey," he laughed, "You're new here aren't you?"

Sakura nodded, "I'm Sakura Haruno."

"That's great! It's nice to meet you! Just remember, if you need someone to show you around the joint, I'm here! The name's Naruto Uzumaki and you'd better believe-"

"Naruto, stop harassing the new student and get back to whatever classes you're avoiding," barked Tsunade.

Naruto grinned again, before exiting the room. Sakura assumed that if the headmistress really got mad, well . . . you probably didn't want to be there.

"Take a seat Miss Haruno," Tsunade exhaled and also collapsed back into her chair. "As you have been informed, you were accepted into this school on a scholarship. We expect that your grades remain at the highest level. Anything less and you will be kicked out of here. Other than that, you are allowed to do almost anything else. Join a sports team or a club, it doesn't matter, as long as you keep up the grades. Understood?"

"Yes, Headmistress," Sakura kept her head bowed, avoiding to make direct eye contact.

"Don't look so down," Tsunade smiled, "Things are very eventful here. You're sure to be kept on your toes."

Sakura glanced up at Tsunade, receiving a warm beam. "I'm not going to say that you'll be welcomed with open arms, but I'm sure you'll meet some nice people. Naruto isn't half bad either."

Sakura smiled, "Thank you, Headmistress."

"Not a problem, now where's Shizune? I'll have her set you up with everything you need."


Sakura stood in the change room, staring at all the new items that had been given to her by Tsunade's secretary. Here time schedule lay flat on the bench, facing skywards. Sakura picked it up and read off her classes. She was expected in class after lunch was over. She quickly scanned the columns looking for the time.

1:00pm – 2:00 pm : English with Hatake Kakashi.

Great I have English! Her mind groaned. Just something she would be able to look forward too. English was not her strongest subject even though she aced it in every other school. Still, in English there was really no right answer to the questions asked. It was hard and complicated.

Sakura collapsed on the bench and picked up the next item given to her, the school uniform. It was a white blouse with a thin black tie and a grey and black pleaded skirt. The woman working the school store had insisted on making her buy the smallest size, but Sakura stayed firm on her belief to go with the average size. She wanted to be able to at least breathe while she was in class, thank you very much!

She pulled it on begrudgingly, doing up all the buttons and zippers, before turning to face herself in the mirror. The shirt was a bit baggy and didn't accent her body well, the skirt was a bit big, but at least it ALMOST went to her knee. She didn't want to have members of the opposite sex watch it ride up her thigh if it were too tight. The stockings made her knees knobby, but there was nothing she could do about that, but at least the black shoes were comfortable.

"Well Sakura," she stared at herself in the mirror, "This is about as good as its going to get."

She sighed loudly and pushed her thick classes back up on her face. She looked at herself in mirror once more, and she couldn't see anyway around it. She looked like the modern day nerd. Her soft pink hair was tied up in a bun, her large glasses magnified her eyes to look almost twice her normal size, and the uniform made it so much worse. She sat back on the change room bench and rubbed her temples.

"Life's cruel," she commented bitterly.

She picked up the last item she had been given, her room key. She had yet to actually check it out, but Shizune told her she had it all to herself.

"We weren't really expecting you because your application came in late, so you get this room all to yourself. I'm sure you'll like it," she had said.

Sakura dangled the keys in front of her, maybe she'd check it out. The bells chimed out over the school, signifying the end of Lunch.

"Crap, I don't know where my classroom is!"


Sakura rushed into her English classroom 10 minutes late. She had gotten lost in the huge school, as well as the huge crowd. Not only that, no one would even look at her when she had asked them a question. What kind of insensitive jerks attended this school anyway!?

"Sorry, I'm . . . late?"

There was barely anyone there. The teacher wasn't even there!

"Hey, Sakura-chan!" shouted a peppy voice from the back of the classroom. Naruto stood up and waved at her happily.

Sakura hesitated before walking towards him. What else could she do? She didn't know anyone else. Actually, she didn't know if anyone would even consider sitting beside her, that was, before she was grabbed from behind.

"What are you doing Naruto, hitting on the new girl again?" shouted the girl who had grabbed you. She had chestnut hair coiled tightly onto her head, giving her the illusion of a panda. Her chocolate colored eyes glared suspiciously at Naruto.

Naruto raised his hands in defense, "Honestly Tenten, I meant no harm."

"Yeah right!" she snorted, "Come on, we'll keep you safe from idiots."

Tenten placed her hand on Sakura's shoulder and steered her into the chair next to her. Sakura sat there stunned at the events that had just unfolded. Honestly, what the hell?

"Umm . . ." Sakura started.

"Sorry about that. I'm Tenten, nice to meet ya!" she grinned happily. "Welcome to Konoha!"

"Thanks, I'm Sakura Haruno. But, why did you . . .?"

"Save you from Naruto? Well there are two reasons. One, he's a loud and obnoxious moron, and secondly I don't want to see you get murdered on your first day."

"What?" Sakura asked, shocked.

"It's simple, if Naruto doesn't kill you with his peppy-ness, his fan girls will," Tenten explained.

Sakura looked back at Naruto from her seat in the middle of the classroom. "He has fangirls?"

"Yeah, funny to believe isn't it. He's one of the four."

Sakura blinked and glanced back at Tenten, "One of four what?"

"One of the four most eligible bachelors in the whole school! They're rich, they're smart (well, some of them) and they're good at sports. But most of all, they're all hot."

Sakura had to do a double take. Wow, the Naruto she had met in the Headmistresses office was this popular. He had just seemed like the average trouble maker. Although she had to admit, he wasn't that bad looking.

"Ohayo, Tenten," a serene voice whispered. Sakura turned and faced a girl with short navy blue hair and opal eyes. Her thumbs were twiddling in front of her and her eyes were downcast. Sakura also noticed the light pink color spreading across her face.

"Oh, hello Hinata," Tenten beamed, "Sakura this is Hinata Hyuuga, she's in our grade as well."

"Oh, hi I'm Sakura," she offered her hand to the shy girl. She took it with a gentle smile and then sat down beside.

It was a full 20 minutes into class when the teacher finally arrived. He had lopsided silver hair as well as an eye patch covering his left eye. There was a bright orange book being held very closely to his face. Sakura squinted enough just to make out the title of the book.

"Our teacher reads Come Come Paradise?!" gasped Sakura.

"Yeah," sniggered Tenten, "He's kind of a pervert."

Noticing her horrified expression Hinata added, "He's still a really, really good teacher."

"Alright class, today we'll be talking about your yearlong assignment," he said, lazily.

The class groaned and grabbed their back packs, pulling out binders and pencils. It was then that Sakura noticed something that made her very different from the crowd. Everyone in the room had a designer bag, something that probably was more expensive than the rent on Sakura's small apartment back home. Each person held in their hand an equally expensive pen. One girl had a diamond encrusted on it instead of an eraser! And every binder was made out of some fine material, leather, velvet and even silk! Sakura glanced down at her stubby Number 2 pencil and ripped binder.

She felt Tenten's and Hinata's eyes on the back of her head as she opened the binder to a fresh piece of paper. She ignored them. What was wrong with it? It was just a plain old book to write things in. It wasn't really anything special.

"Alright, so this year for your assignment," Kakashi strode over to the blackboard, "Will be an Observation Journal." He wrote it in capital letters on the board before underlining it. "Right so, who knows what one of these things is?"

Sakura's hand was about to shoot straight up but she never got to answer.

"A journal in which you observe something?" echoed a cool and sarcastic voice from the back of the room.

"That's right Uchiha, and may I remind you not to shout out the answer," if Kakashi noticed the mocking tone in the voice he had just let it be. Kakashi turned back to the board and started to write down the definition.

"Jeez, what an ass," Sakura grumbled to Tenten.

Tenten's pencil cracked and Hinata let out a high-pitched squeak. Much of the quiet whisperings around her were silenced, even Kakashi stopped writing. Sakura glanced around, noticing all attention on her.

"What?" she asked.

"Sakura," Tenten stared wide-eyed at her, "You just called the most popular, sought-after guy in school an ass."


End of Part One.

TBC in Chapter Two – Last Chance

Preview –

"This is your last chance to back out Haruno, you don't know what you're getting into," he warned.

"Just try me."

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