Imagine this; I am standing infront a crowd of adoring fans, roaring out my name left and right, cameras flashing one after the other," boom, boom, boom. "Questions flying from random reporters "Oh, this way miss! What was it like the first time you where on stage?" "No, no, me first! What made you want to peruse this?" "Over here!"—A glamorous life. Instead; Here I sit, at a computer in my drafty loft on top of a night club, living off the small payments from little jobs I pick up here and there. It really is a mess, my life. I would love to say that I decided to write such a sad little story off a tiny idea bouncing in my head, but really, dear readers I must admit that the only inspiration was Sex and the City. So, without further stalling I present to you "My ridiculous story of success and failure, love and hate, and my extreme obsession for cats."
Sitting here,
Drinking tea,
Staring at a computer,
This is my everyday life.
A slight scoff erupts from my lips and I flip my pastel pink braided hair over my shoulder. I always dream that I would be an actress in great movies or a play, that, somehow someway I would walk onto a stage and bat my eye lashes and speak out a line, maybe sing a song or two and the directors would just fall in love with me and whisk me away so I could be the next great actress.
But I live in an old apartment, right above a raging night club inhabited by sluts and drunks every night. My talents only seen and heard by my closest companion, my blue point mix bred Siamese cat, Sam. I sit on the sofa; its broken springs popping up here and there, causing my muscles to ach in protest every night, and I look outside. My part of town, no ritzy person would come; gangs roam the streets, along with the homeless and women just seeking a way out the only way they know how.
My chances where zip, nothin', obsolete, so I just stick to volunteer work.
In high school, I was never a 'cool kid.' I was the weird one in strange fashions, listening to odd music, my hobbies where typing, debating, singing, acting; whereas the other girls would cheer, gossip, insult, and shop, My best friend was a part of that. She was tall, and skinny with bright blonde hair and the most exotic blue eyes I have ever seen.
Ino was perfect, in everyone's book. So it came as a surprise to the entire student body—even the teachers, mind you—that she, Ino Yamanaka, befriended the short, scrawny, pink haired and green eyed nerd, me, Sakura Haruno.
But, it happened.
A blonde haired beauty shoved her way past crowds of teens, her brilliant blue eyes locked directly at her target, a certain rosette sitting by herself in the cafeteria staring intently on her "World Science" text book, obviously unaware of the excited teen coming her way.
"Hi!" A voice boomed from infront of the unsocial girl "I am Ino Yamanaka, and I would like for you to be my new friend." The blonde continued both feminine hands placed firmly on the table along with her wide planted feet. The pink haired girl looked up from behind her boxy brown glasses, she quickly glanced around and pointed a finger at her own chest while dumbly she replied "Who, me?"
By now there where many spectators watching the scene, including many awestruck faculty, Ino let out a shrill laugh and walked over to the girls chair, and pulled her up by the arm.
"Wow, she has quiet the grip!" Sakura thought while mindlessly rubbing her arm, and attempting to listen to the blondes ramble; "Of course you, silly! You seem so different and I really want to get to know you. You know, I seem to recall seeing you sit alone at lunch all the time, and you never talk to anyone in the halls," Ino stood up straighter, crossing one arm across her chest and the other tapping her chin thoughtfully. Sakura could almost see the gears turning in her head, and a rather loud "Click!" of her long fingers snapping in realization "That's, it!" Ino smiled "That's what?" Sakura countered, looking her in the face with almost a giddy confusion.
"You, Sakura, will be my new best friend!" Ino cheered, gabbing the stunned rosette by the arm once more and towed her away babbling about sleepovers, and hair appointments, and shopping.
I smiled at the memory; I missed that girl so much. I pulled up a file labeled "Ino " and browsed through pictures of my best friend and I. There where ones of up smiling and hugging each other, others of us making silly faces, or just ones of us posing one at a time. I came across a picture of me with a smile I have forgotten, it seemed to spread so far across my face it almost covered the area completely, I remembered that day; She almost tied me down to a chair to fix up my hair and makeup, I actually felt pretty that day.
I slid away from the computer desk, exiting out of many windows and lazily powering down the machine. I walk into my bed room and look out the window, a large black building across the way named "Uchiha Enterprise" stood proudly amongst all the others, its shiny exterior and flashy lights practically yelled out "WE ARE ALL FILTHY RICH!" to the rest of the world.
"Must be nice," I murmured before slipping off my glasses and settling myself under the sheets and falling into a sweet state of sleep.
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