This is my first story, bear with me. I hope you like the story and all, and please R&R. Enjoy the story, and I'll put up chapter 2 today. There WILL be future lemons, so please wait. ; If i get enough reviews, i'll put up chapter 3. Thanks and enjoy the story.

Also, everyone is OOC, just to let you know. Thanks!

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto, as sad as it is

CHAPTER ONE

Sakura couldn't believe how badly her life had turned out. She was supposed to have a perfect life. She had "the looks", great friends, popularity, the newest trends, and not to mention "the moola". She had just turned 14, and her wish had been simple: to have the best year of her life. It was, of course, pretty lame. Couldn't she have wished for an Abercrombie gift set, which her friends would probably get her anyway, or maybe some lip gloss from Victoria's Secret? Maybe even a hot tub in her room? But of course, she could always get those things. I mean, she could afford everything and anything. It wasn't a big deal.

However, after her birthday had faded away, her life hadn't been the best. It turned out to be the worse. School had been a drag. She had failed her English paper, she had spilled fat free yogurt all over her new Hollister skirt, and not to mention tripping on her Jimmy Choos in front of her crush! Could things get any worse?

Obviously, it could.

"Soo, Sakura, how was school?" her mother asked before shoving a mouthful of mashed potatoes into her small mouth. Mrs. Haruno had realized how disappointed her daughter was, and was eager for the big scoop.

"Fine…" Sakura muttered. She had no intention of explaining her day to her mother, of all people. It'd make matters worse.

"Okayy then" Mrs. Haruno answered and took a sip of wine. "You may be excused, darling. You have homework, I can tell."

Sakura nodded and left the magnificent dining room. As she walked her way up the stairs, she recalled her day. She almost cried, thinking about the "life-threatening" events that have occurred in her life. She entered her spacious room and plopped down on her king-sized mattress. She fingered her purple satin bedcover. Was there anything that could cheer her up?

As if on cue, a small, mud-colored dog sprinted across the room and jumped up on its feet. Serena smiled. She scooped up the small dog in her arms and placed it on her bed. It licked her hand. At least someone cared about her. This cheered her up. She looked up and examined her room. Her room was basically purple, the color of royalty. Her walls were painted a light shade of lavender. There was a window facing the East. Moonlight was pouring through the big, circular window. Except for the bright moonlight, her room was as dark as coal. It gave her room an eerie glow.

Propped up on the wall opposite of her bed was her dresser and mirror. Make-up, hair elastics, hair pins, lotions, powders, flower-scented perfumes and such were scattered across the marble table. Walk-in closets were built in to each wall, except for the wall taken up by the window.

Also, there were 3 rooms that were connected to her bedroom. There was the bathroom, the homework/study room, and the guest/sleepover room.

The bathroom was about 4 times bigger than your average bathroom. It had a sink, a shower, a hot tub, and not to mention a Jacuzzi, even though she doesn't use those facilities on a daily basis. She also has a laundry chute in the closet, which also contains the scented towels and the extra stash of soaps, shampoos, mouthwashes, and anything else her maid, Shizune, had bothered to put in there. Overall, her bathroom was one of the only rooms that cheered her up. It made her feel fresh and not to mention relaxed.

The homework/study room was only used when he had to study or do her homework. It was a medium sized room, and it didn't contain much. A recently-polished study table was propped up against the wall to the door's left. Papers, notebooks, Post-its, and notes were scattered on the table. Pencils, pens, highlighters, markers, and gel pens were neatly placed in a glittery case, with "Property of Yours Truly" engraved on it. There was also a mailbox nailed to the lime green wall, where her mail would go. This way, Sakura didn't have to search through the huge pile of mail set on the kitchen counter, and it would also save her time. There was also a table in which her iHome was placed, with her iPod safely tucked in its place. She could do her crappy homework, but she'd also be listening to hot music. What would be better?

The guest/sleepover room was used ONLY when her friends were over. A bar was visible through the door. Music would be playing over the loudspeakers, and beanbag chairs and soft, velvety pillows were lying on the ground. A disco ball was hanging from the ceiling obediently, glistening in the moonlight. A plasma TV was facing the chairs, ready to be turned on. DVD's, games, and magazines were stacked on the shelf hanging near the TV. Every month, she would search the "PartY TimE" catalogue for more furniture, games, movies, magazine subscriptions, and make-up. That way, no one would be bored.

She sighed. No matter how much she loved her rooms, she knew nothing would make her life better, especially after what happened that day. Suddenly, her cell phone sang out "Sexy Back". She jumped up from the bed, glided over to the dresser, and snatched the phone from the surface. When she saw her best friend's name flash from the screen, she quickly pressed TALK.

"What's up, Ms. Slut?" she purred into the phone. She had to act sexy, anytime, anywhere to anyone, even her best friend. It was a promise her friends, members of the "Hot Stuff" clique, had all kept. She had originally made the clique, and had decided to call the members, the "Hot Staff". She had thought it was creative, and it has been like that since 7th grade. She had definitely gotten things under control.

"You wouldn't believe it, Ms. Hott! Hinata Hyuuga is going out with Naruto Uzimaki! And what's better, I saw them "doing it" Ino, her best friend, answered.

"NO FUCKING WAY!" Sakura practically shouted. "Hinata, the big-chested mega slut, and Naruto the gay perv? THAT'S NOT RIGHT!"

"I know! I was like, shit!" Ino exclaimed.

"Fuck this…" Sakura muttered as she plopped herself on her bed. I mean, even SHE didn't have a boyfriend. A lot of the guys at her school were hot, but they were too old for her. She was just 'single and lovin' it' for now.

Ino sighed. "Listen, tomorrow we're going to the mall after school. You can come with me, since your parents are busy. We're going shopping for miniskirts and thongs, ok? I REALLY need a new outfit. There's a party this Friday and..."

"Wait…a party? Who's?" Sakura suddenly responded. "You don't mean Neji's, do you?

"Yeah…I do. He's having a rave at his house. We need to look extremely hot for that party. It's going down in our clique history, girl!" Ino sang out into the phone.

Sakura just shook her head. "OK Ino, I'll call you tomorrow. I better start my homework. XOXO, chica." Click.

Sakura let her eyelids slide down her eyeballs. Today was pretty crazy, and her birthday DID turn out to be hectic, but hey, maybe things would turn out to be better than she had expected! She smiled. Things like these have happy endings, right?

Wrong.