A/N: So Fanfiction deleted this story because my summary was not "G rated". 'Kay, sweet. Thanks a lot. So now I have to re-upload each chapter. And I don't have my 60+ reviews. If you reviewed on chapter 11, I probably didn't get a chance to read it, so could you please review that chapter again? Thanks bunches, chapters on their way.

Update 12/20/16: Sorry I've been gone for so long y'all, but I just got back into Naruto with my sister and it made me want to finish this story. But re-reading it I realized that I need to edit all the chapters. I'm fixing my grammar and removing a lot of the curse words because apparently my high school self was really into swearing. Please enjoy, and review!

Chapter One

Holy hell.

This school is huge.

I hate my life. And I hate my mother. I hate that she made me move all the way across the damn country, and in the middle of October at that. What the hell does the little state of Massachusetts have going for it anyway? Except for the fact that gay people can get married here. And don't get me wrong, I have nothing against gay people. My best friend is gay. But seriously...I miss California. I miss the sun and the sand and my little high school in Orange County. I hate my mother.

She was the one who decided we had to move 3,000 miles away from my home, my friends, my boyfriend. Although, I'm not so mad about the last one, seeing as he dumped me as soon as he found out I was leaving and he wouldn't be able to 'get any' from me on the other side of the country. Well you weren't getting any from me in the first place, so why the hell should that matter?

Whatever. I'm over it.

But now I have to deal with a new school, trying to make new friends, maybe work on getting a new boyfriend... Then again, maybe not. I'm tired of immature little high school boys who only want to have sex with you. But seriously, this school? It's so freaking huge! I'm gonna get lost just trying to find the main office! And it's not like my stupid mother could help me. Noooo, she's too busy trying to get drunk at 8 o'clock on a Wednesday morning! Who the hell does that? Oh right, Tsunade, that's who. I honestly wish she'd never adopted me. Life would be so much easier.

So now I'm stuck walking through the double doors of the biggest school I've ever seen in my life, and that includes Hollywood Academy, which is ginormous. And damn it, I'm already late! Way to make a great first impression.

Walking through the doors, I see a sign to my right that says Please Check In At Main Office. Okay, cool. Yeah, I would love to. But I have no idea where it is! Shoot me now. I already hate this place, just for making it so damn difficult for me on my first- Oh. I see the main office.

'Idiot' my Inner grumbled at me.

As I walked up to the office, I noticed a tall, silver-haired man walking out through the doorway, one hand in his pocket, the other gripping a black bandana. He had a mask covering half his face...interesting. He glanced up at me and I saw mismatched eyes twinkling at me as he walked past. Oh my he is fine. He looks young too. Maybe he's a senior. But that hair was misleading...oh who am I to judge, maybe it's a birth defect. I mean I was born with freaking pink hair for Pete's sake. Pink hair!

I pulled open the door of the office and walked in. There was a small, black-haired lady sitting behind the counter who looked up at me as I did so.

"Ah, you must be Miss Haruno," she said quietly with a small smile.

"Er, yes," I replied. "I was told I needed to check in here to get my homeroom and schedule?" It was supposed to be a statement, but it came out more like a question.

"I will alert Mr. Sarutobi to your arrival. If you wouldn't mind waiting..." she trailed off and gestured to the couch sitting opposite of her desk. I nodded and took a seat.

She got up from her seat and walked down a short hallway at the back of the office to where I presumed was the principle, Mr. Sarutobi's, office. The black-haired lady soon returned with a stout old man following close behind her. He looked kind and caring, holding a piece of paper in one hand and a smoking pipe in the other, big old smile on his face.

"Miss Haruno!" He greeted, holding out his hand. I stood to shake it. "We are so happy to have you here with us this year. I am sure you will find Konoha High much to your liking. Now, here is your class schedule." He handed me the paper. "Your homeroom is room 207. The whole floor has alphabetical sophomore homerooms, but your classes will be scattered across the school. Even more so since I see you are taking advanced and honors classes. It should be fairly simple for you to find your way around. It may seem huge, but once you get used to it, you'll know it like the back of your hand!" He gave me another caring smile. I didn't say anything, just nodded my head and allowed him to continue. "All right, so now I will have Miss Shizune," he gestured to black-haired woman sitting behind the counter, "show you to your homeroom. I hope you find your time here educational, inspirational, and enjoyable." And with that, he put the pipe in his mouth, turned on his heel, and proceeded back to his office.

Miss Shizune stood up, came around the counter, and led me out of the office. Well she's not very talkative, I thought to myself. She led me up a flight of stairs to the second floor, where I knew my homeroom would be. We arrived at room 207 and she knocked on the door. We waited for only a moment before the door opened. They must've been expecting me. Well, here goes nothing.

The door was held open for me and I stepped into the room, hearing Shizune whisper, "Good luck," as she turned to walk away. I wonder what she meant by that...

A tall woman with purple hair grinned at me as I walked in. She was wearing fishnets over her whole body, covered only by a trench coat. She seemed like kind of a hard ass, yet still nice enough. I try not to judge people before getting to know them. That is, until she opened her mouth. "All right maggots! This is Sakura Haruno," she all but yelled at the class. Then she turned to me, "And you, sit your ass down in an empty seat and don't bother me! I'm incredibly hungover and homeroom's almost finished anyway. Now go sit!"

I quirked an eyebrow. Things are about to get interesting.