chapter two
Art was always a hobby of Sakura's. She was able to fully express herself and found solace in it. Things like mathematics or history couldn't quell her anger or depression. Only art could.
On this particular day, she was continuing a piece she'd been working on for nearly a week now. It was a mediocre painting of a single cherry blossom tree sitting at the edge of a bank. She sighed, "I guess this will just have to do for now."
She took off her painting and let down her hair. After cleaning up the brushes and putting away the tubes of paint, she threw herself onto her bed. Making art could really be tiring sometimes.
A ring emitted from her phone. She picked it up to see a text from Ino:
exited 4 skool,, sakura?
Oh right. School. She had completely forgotten about that.
Now that she was fourteen, she would be starting her first year of highschool. She wasn't looking too forward to it. Her reputation wasn't the prettiest. She'd been deemed 'nerd' (or the like) every single year of school, and it didn't do any help to her low self-esteem. Hopefully, she could forget all about middle school and start anew as a freshman. After all, she had Ino (of all people) as a friend, surely, she would be getting some good to her name.
With a few swipes of the finger, she texted back, What? No way, I'm not gonna be able to deal with new classes and people.
yea? but sasukes guna b there! Thats sumthin, rite? Came the reply.
Sakura sighed, she didn't even know who this Sasuke guy was!
I don't even know who this Sasuke guy is!
trust me on dis 1, hes 1 fine mofo n super kool
She slapped her forehead. Whatever, Ino.