Compression
Sakura could sense the end of Konoha. Every day there was the threat of impending doom or something. It was beginning to get tiring.
She didn't want to be there when everything collapsed. When some psycho with mommy issues blew everything sky high. Sakura forced her eyes open and stretched under her covers. Her eyes blacked then cleared to see the light spilling from her bedroom curtains.
She'd been thinking this way for the past few months. She yawned deeply and without closing her mouth. The covers and multiple stuffed animals pooled around her waist as she sat up. The clock read 8 o'clock.
"I'm early today, might as well take my time,"
Sakura got out of bed and went to her vanity. Her shoulder length pink hair was ruffled and messy. She grabbed her comb and slid through her hair with ease. Combing out the previous nights frustrations and chaotic thoughts. Her body was still dizzy from the 9 hours of sleep she got. She leaned into the vanity and scanned across her forehead; she drew her fingers across it and smirked.
"Still large" She patted her forehead like a faithful dog.
It'd taken her through her whole life. From her childhood; crying about her looks to her teen years. When she finally got over it and moved on.
Moved on to something worse.
She moved on to obsession and infatuation. Sakura backed off of her vanity and turned to put her slippers on. She always left them on the side of her bed.
Sakura's obsession with Sasuke hadn't really been something she wanted to remember, but it came up every now and then.
Sakura walked through her government funded house to her government funded kitchen. She sighed, along with feelings of impending doom for her home land she also felt she was stuck in a rut. The girl turned on her oven to 360* and took the pre made frozen pizzas out prepping for cooking. She wasn't much of a cook but she could survive on the skills she had.
It took her about two hours to get the breakfast cooked, shower, and get her makeup hair and clothes taken care of. Her rut had suddenly gotten bigger. Will I ever get out of this life?
After a final look in the mirror, a few teeth checks and a bra adjustment she grabbed her navy blue duffel bag and headed for the door. Her sandals were strapped on and she opened the door to another same old, same old day...