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A/N: Okay, my newest experiment. Tell me what you think.

Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto.

Warning: This is AU!

Chapter One

School.

Six letter word.

One Syllable.

One Word.

Things that come to mind when I hear it: Bells, Homework, Teachers, Friends, Tokyo, America, Moving, Books, Math, Sasuke Uchiha, Isaac Cameron.

Pre-School.

Two Syllables.

One Word…right?

Things that come to mind when I hear it: Snack Time, Movie Time, Play Time, Tokyo, Sasuke Uchiha, Friends, Bike, Home.

Elementary School.

Ten Letter Word-Six Letter Word.

Six Syllables.

Two Words.

Things that come to mind when I hear it: Recess, Naptime, Alone, Teachers, America, Books, Moving, Isaac Cameron.

Junior High.

Six Letter Word-Four Letter Word.

Two Syllables…I think.

Two Words.

Things that come to mind: Isaac Cameron, Boyfriend, Isaac Cameron, My Boyfriend, Isaac Cameron, Mine, Friends, Homework, Teachers, America, Home.

High School.

Four Letter Word-Five Letter Word.

Two Syllables.

Two Words.

Things that come to mind when I hear it: Alone, By Myself, I wish I were in America.

So, Diary, my mom is making me do this so I can 'collect my thoughts' again. Apparently, I used to rush home and right in you…you furry pink monstrosity with caramel stuck in between certain pages. I remember stopping in, like, seventh grade, right after Isaac broke up with me. Me. I'm Sakura Haruno. And he broke up with me? Excuse me?

Ahem. But that was a long time ago. Looking over this piece of paper, I don't even remember this 'Sasuke Uchiha' guy. That's a really weird name though.

This move is really ticking me. Just when I'm used to being in America, just when I have tons of friends and I'm arguably the most popular girl in school, we move. Dang Dad and his job. Why's he have to be a doctor? Don't they usually not move? Ugh. He's so weird. I could care less if they need help in their stupid hospital. They should get some Japanese doctors to do that; leave us Americans alone.

Anywayz, Mom said that I can start all over this year, and that I get a fresh slate in high school, as a sophomore. Who decides to move when they have a daughter that's a sophomore! Gosh! At least they moved during spring break and I didn't have to go through the awkward good-byes. But still. It hurts. Tear drop. LOL Frowney Face.

I totally hate this place. It's too crowded. I prefer American suburbia. Not this. My house isn't even the coolest or biggest on the block. It's this Yamanaka family's house. The girl there is nice. Too bad, I forgot her name. Oops.

Mom's calling me. TTYL.

I slammed the book closed and stuffed it underneath my pillow. Groaning I yelled, "Yeah, Mom?" I swear, she should really just use the intercom system, because that would save the both of us pain. It hurts to yell. My Mom is an interior designer, so she, of course, was happy to move here, as well as my Dad. She was like a boiling and bubbling over pot of excitement on the plane, ranting and freaking about how awesome it would be to see the kimonos and traditional design here. She kept on saying that she named me after a Sakura tree that she found here when she was a kid, and that we really are natives to Japan, but I don't believe her. I'm American. I wear Abercrombie and Fitch when I want to play baseball with my older brothers, and when I'm tired of that and I want to play soccer in the mud, I change into Hollister. I'm not Japanese—trust me, I would know if I were or not.

Sure, I have the almond shaped eyes, even though they're not as squinty, in my opinion, but I have green eyes and pink hair. I mean, seriously, what Japanese person has pink hair? Just then, I girl in jeans and a T-Shirt walked across the street—I could see out my window—and she had pink hair. I scowled. It was dyed, I bet. It makes sense that I have gorgeous and unique pink locks, anyway. My Dad has hair that looks like it was bleached blonde, but it wasn't, and my Mom's hair is fire truck red. Red and white make pink, last time I checked. My Mom yelled back up, "Attitude, young lady! If you want to make friends, you better watch yourself."

I crossed my eyes and stuck a finger down my throat. If I wanted to make friends, all I need to do is show up and smile.

She growled, "Sakura! Come down here dressed for school in ten minutes or else I am taking away your cell phone!" Damn her and her Mommy Senses. She just knows when I am completely ignoring her. I grimaced as I removed my sheets. It was so cold in the morning here. In California, it's warm all the time, except really early and at night. Trudging to my walk-in closet, I pulled it open sadistically. It makes no sense for me to have all these clothes and not be able to wear them. I angrily ripped out the ugly Konoha High uniform. What type of high school name is that? What type of high school's colors are blue, green and white? What type of high school makes girls wear white button down shirts and a blue tie!? It's the new century, people! I shrugged, the skirt isn't that bad though. It's one of those plaid ones, with the creases that kind of look like the cheerleading skirt I wore in sixth grade, but it was white blue and green. That ruined it. Tsk, it would've been way cuter if it were just pink.

A loud motorcycle motor roared from outside, and I ran over to my window just in time to see a sleek black Harley-Davidson speed off in the direction toward where the school was supposed to be. I peered closer as my heart rate slowed down, and I saw a little leaf symbol on the back of the boys dark blue jacket that was uniform. Before I started complaining about having to where that too, I found myself thinking about Isaac. That guy was just like my old jerk of a boyfriend; speeding and making all that unnecessary noise in a quiet suburb? Okay, that's rude. I grimaced. I hate someone already. I heard the garage door open and close too, then saw my brothers leave in their Jeep. Oh. I guess I am running kind of late.

My Mom yelled again from downstairs, "SAKURA! You have two minutes to get your spoiled ass down here!"

I groaned, stomping, "Fi-ine! It's your fault I'm spoiled anyway!"

Before she could storm up the stairs and give me a mouthful like what she usually does, I ran into my bathroom and slammed the door, locking it in the same motion. Ugh. If I were used to stupid Japan time, I would've had time to take a shower in the morning, too, as I usually do. But, anon, time only allowed me enough time to brush my teeth, powder on some light pink blush, smear on some pink lip gloss, and spray on my Spring Valley perfume. Ah. That smells good. I looked myself over one last time in my mirror, and battled with myself on whether or not I should wear a ponytail or not. It was already in a high pony but I'm not allowed to wear earrings so my ears look kind of awkward, but a ponytail really frames my face, but…

"HARUNO SAKURA! Thirty seconds!"

I jumped and sprinted down all thirty-five of our steps, skipped over to the toaster and pulled out a piece of toast and kissed my Mom on the cheek, "Love ya, babe." She started to yell at me, but by that time, I was already starting my white convertible in the garage and on my way to the school, toast in my mouth. I zoomed through the street, the wind blowing the loose wisps of hair out of my face, and I was sure I was going way faster than fifteen miles per hour. I shrugged while I messed with the radio. Oh well.

Soon I reached a stop sign, and I looked both ways, but stopped when I saw the same sleek black motorcycle from before parked in a driveway. I turned my body around and checked if anyone was behind me. All's clear. I stopped the motor from running, gas is something my parents make me pay for, and I turned down my radio some more, trying to hear the conversation going on in the garage of the semi-large (smaller than mine by a miniscule)brick house.

"You're such a dumbass! What do you mean you broke your Dad's car?" This voice was obviously irritated, but it was still had a really sexy, almost dark, tenor to it that I found irresistible. It was so smooth and fluid.

"I mean I broke it! I ran into the maple tree out front when I was backing out." That voice was scratchier, but not necessarily in a raspy bad way. I could tell that was a little clumsy but full of laughter. I glanced toward the maple he was talking about, and I felt my heart drop for that tree. It was completely slaughtered.

The first voice groaned, "That was a Rolls-Royce, Dobe. Your Dad is going to kill you."

"He has another one; he's the principal, and, well, if you haven't noticed, at a private school, they kind of make more than teachers."

"Why would I care? What do you want, a ride or something? I'm not letting you ride with me on my bike."

"Why not! I'm not walking to school!"

"Well then you're not going to school."

There was silence for a moment, and a figured they were done, until I heard the scratchier voice groan, "Fine. I'll go call my other best friend—oh wait, I don't have one. Damn, you're such a teme."

I felt bad for him until I heard laughter, and I guessed it they were having another guy fight. Ugh, boys are weird. I guess I'll have to fix this too, just as I fix all of my brothers' play fights that turn into real ones. I unlocked my seatbelt and slammed the door behind me, starting toward the garage, my heels clicking against the pavement. They said nothing about heels in the rulebook. The boys stopped arguing when I showed up in the opening, dangling my keys in my hand.

There was a blonde one with freckles dashed across his cheeks who ogled at me with his mouth wide open and eyes wide in amazement. He was already blushing, but when I smiled, he was as red as a tomato. The other, who was holding the blonde one in the air by his collar (he was wearing the school uniform too), stared blankly at me, seemingly assessing me. Probably asking questions in his head like, 'who is this stunningly beautiful babe who has come to save me?'. Instead, he glared at me and scowled, "Did you stalk me? Pink-headed freak." He dropped his friend and strolled calmly over to his Harley Davidson, not caring to put on his helmet. He waved to the blonde on the floor, "See ya, Naruto."

Naruto muttered, "Yeah, I'll see you at school, Teme." Before he started his bike, I stomped to the duck-assed guy and crossed my arms across my chest, glaring down at him, since I was taller than he was when he was sitting down. He blinked carelessly, "Didn't I dismiss you from my presence already, freak?"

I growled, and pointed a finger at his chest, "Okay, buddy, first off, my name is Sakura. Not freak. Or pink-headed freak. Sakura. Sa-ku-ra. And you, you wannabe rock star rebel with your 1986 Harley, are nothing to me. Now, I will dismiss you from my presence, and since I'm nice, I'll give your friend a ride." Naruto exclaimed in the background and ran over to my convertible while I continued playing this guy's glaring game. After a few seconds he scoffed, "Whatever, freak." Then he drove off, pulling out of his pocket and putting on some black sunglasses. I couldn't help but notice how he left the first few buttons of his shirt unbuttoned and how he didn't tighten his tie up all the way, and how truly repulsive it was to uncannily disrespect rules like that. If I could follow them, he could.

In the car with Naruto, I unconsciously bobbed my head to Tik Tok by Kesha, and asked him through the blowing wind, "What's that guy's problem?"

He laughed loudly, "That's just who he is. Basic bastard. He's, unfortunately, my best friend. Our parents were the first people in our neighborhood, and they became friends, so we're friends, I guess."

I nodded, "He's in our grade?"

"Yep. I doubt you'll have any classes with him, though. AP and College Prep. He's a frickin' genius."

I pretended as if I wasn't in AP classes for Math, English and Science, and smiled, "You know, you're my first real friend here. I'm just kind of fake with everyone else. With you, I feel like I can just talk."

He shrugged, "I get that a lot. What do you mean 'fake'?"

I forgot that there's different dialect and slang in Japan. He probably thinks I'm saying I'm a fake Barbie doll or something. I giggled, turning into the school parking lot, "I mean that I act like something I'm not. In America, that's all I did, it's a little hard to shake it off sometimes." He nodded ,hopping out of the car and opening the door for me, "Oh. I knew that. Anyway, thanks for the ride. You can sit with us if you want. If your friends with me, your friends with everybody."

I nodded shyly as I followed him to the biggest group of people loitering on the fresh green lawn. I scanned for 'The Bastard', that's what I'm calling him, and sure enough, there he was, staring blankly at me, IPod in hand, sunglasses back in his pocket. I glared at him and stuck out my tongue, which only made him smirk. Oh,…he is so high up on my list that he is dangerously close to being assassinated in his sleep, and I don't even know his name yet.

I'm not sure if I'm going to continue this or not, but review will change my mind. Obviously, it's AU. Questions and stuff? Feel free to ask.

Until the next update…

~NaruBaby2496