Chapter 1: Rosalie
New York City, a city with much wonder and adventure. A city filled with history as well as its inhabitants. To the people in other parts of the world, many dreamed of going to New York to visit or to even live within it.
However, not all is what it seemed.
There was inequality among its own people, especially in social class. The rich had the power, while the middle class and lower class had to fend for themselves, fighting to get the best education, positions and so on. It was a cruel reality. While many people in New York City were concentrated in working and trying to survive, there was a young woman in particular that did not let the stress and pressure of society get to her.
Her name is Rosalie. She is a young woman in the tender age of nineteen, she had light skin as milk, she had long curly brunette hair that touched her waist, her eyes were light gray and had a nice average figure. Rosalie was a street dancer who earned a living by dancing. She learned of many cultures and trained herself to be a good dancer in the New York Streets. She wooed many onlookers on her skill, but her skill alone was not enough to get the people's attention.
Rosalie's beauty was to behold. Many men were entranced by her rare good looks and such beautiful eyes that she had. Underneath such beauty, held a past that she tried to forget. The United States, let alone New York, was not her true home, she was born in El Salvador in a very power village that held much violence. Her mother died when she gave birth to Rosalie and her father died in a gang war. Rosalie was left in the care of her maternal grandfather, who loved and cared for her. Since he did not want his only grandchild to have a fate as her parents, he and his granddaughter went to the United States in New York City with the help of a distant relative. To Rosalie's luck she became a citizen when she turned seventeen.
She never went to college and felt that she needed to help her grandfather, who was ill. Both were poor, but lived comfortably. Rosalie also work in a part time job as preschool teacher in a wealthy side of the city. The children loved her as she felt the same for them. Many of the parents had mixed feelings towards her, the men and women felt differently, but Rosalie did not put much thought into it.
At the moment, she got out of the preschool, it was already mid afternoon and she walked through the busy streets. Many people walked through without a care in the world. She would notice the unhappiness in their eyes and it saddened Rosalie that people would let their lives go to waste, trying to achieve hings that were impossible.
As the young woman stood by the street lights, something, no, someone caught her eye. She saw a young woman on the other side, who had bright pink hair, emerald eyes, nice light skin, with a nice figure she wore business type clothing and long heels.
"Pink hair? That's unique," she thought to herself.
Then the crosswalk light gave the signal for the pedestrians to walk. Rosalie and the young pink haired woman passed one another. Rosalie made it to the other side, until she heard something.
"Hey thief! Stop! Someone help!"
Rosalie turned and saw an older man trying to take the young woman's bag and what surprised her more was that no one was helping her. The cars were beeping at them, yelling at them to move out of the way.
The pink haired woman tried kicking, but the hooded man got angry and hit her back.
That was the last straw. Rosalie ran towards them and as she got close to the man she put her energy on her left hand, without warning, she punched the man across the face so hard, that small crack could be heard. The thief lost his balance and fell onto the concrete ground. Rosalie then looked at the young woman, who held her bag tightly. "Are you okay?"
She merely nodded.
More car horns were heard. "MOVE OUT OF THE WAY!"
"Shut it! If you want to move, then move this guy away! You saw what was happening and did nothing, cowards! You shouldn't even be called men!" yelled Rosalie. She motioned the young woman out of the streets, leaving the thief laying on the ground, unconscious. Once out of the crosswalk, Rosalie motioned the young woman to sit. "Hey, you got hit pretty hard. Are you sure you are okay?"
"I'm fine," she finally spoke. However, she looked angry. "I can't believe that asshole hit me! I could've hit him, but-!"
"It was not your fault, you were in a situation that you could not think clearly." She smiled, relieved that the young pink haired woman was well. "The name is Rosalie, what's your name?"
The woman looked up to her. "Sakura. Sakura Haruno. I want to thank you for what you did for me back there and I want to make it up for you. Can you accompany me to my workplace? I have to drop a couple files for my boss. I also have to explain to him what happened. Afterward, I would like to buy you dinner."
"Oh, well...you don't have to."
Sakura smiled. "I insist. You did something that no one did." She then looked ahead. "The police are already here, come on, let us say our statements and go to..."
However, Rosalie could hear what Sakura told her because an ambulance went by. She did not hear Sakura say...Uchiha Corp.