Well, first chapter. I'll probably perfect it if I find errors and change bits. Yes, this is Sakura... since even after all this time, I still like to write from her view. Anyway. Enough of my shit. On with the story.

Disclaimer: Jesus, why the fuck would I own Naruto?

Life Lessons.

Chapter One.

Lesson 1: Even if you wear thick tights, always, always shave your legs.

I stared out at the school before me. I was nervous. As nervous as a little fish stuck in a tank with a very large fish. This was Year twelve, six form school and mostly every one who came here were the 'It' people. The 'It' people are the people with diamonds bigger than my face, maybe even my whole body. In other words, for those who don't understand, they're dirty stinking rich. And these 'It' people have made my life a living hell since Year seven.

Now on the issues of money... I'm average. I live in a moderately sized home (It's tiny and smells weird), have a lovely family (my dad left a couple years ago with some skanky hoe and my aunt decided she needed to live with us to make Mother feel better- she also brought her kids along. All five of them), and a beautiful pet of the highest caliber (It's a fish, called Terry). I got into this school on Scholarship because I'm oh-so-clever, har-har.

Quiz time, ladies and gentleman! How many Scholarship students are there at this amazingly prestigious school?

What was that? Three?

Ding, ding, ding! We have a winner!

Three.

Three 'nerds'. Three 'geeks'. Three 'dorks'.

I made my way to the dorms. There weren't many dorms here, since being 'rich' was on the requirement list and well, not everyone is rich, are they? I passed many other students, with plucked eyebrows and tan skin, bright eyes and fake noses. They snorted at my presence. Anyone with eyebrows like these should be snorted at. Great, now I'm depressed.

My room was small, just a plain bed, with a wardrobe and desk. The walls were a beige sort of colour, it was actually rather disgusting. My bag dropped to the floor and I sighed.

Time to unpack.

This place didn't seem like home, even with my photos on the wall, even with my posters and framed work, even with my awards. My awards covered up most of the wall and showed my geekery to the world. Maths Challenge. Science Quiz - Gold Award! Oh yeah! I'm such a hot chick.

I stared through my glasses and lank hair at the wall and gulped. I'm not being wallpaper this year. I'm not being told what to do.

My mother always wanted me to succeed, always wanted me to go into medical sciences. But... that's not me and I don't want to hold up to expectations anymore.

"Sakura Haruno? Sakura Haruno...?"

"Uh, yeah!" I swirled out of my day dream of Wotsits taking over the world and stared straight at the teacher that called my name.

"You sit at the back, with the other scholarship students." The teacher, Kakashi Hatake, mumbled to me. I'd never actually had him before. I made my way over to the two boys I always had to sit next to. They looked at me wonderingly and then went back to work.

Freaks.

Although, I'm the one saying that.

I could feel people muttering. Muttering about... well, maybe the way my skirt is really long and how my eyebrows are sort of thick and my hair is dyed pink. I looked down to the page of my notebook, prodding the pen into the paper. Why did lessons always have to start so early? We only got here about an hour ago.

Everyone here (except the minute few, i.e me and the other two nerds) is an 'It' person, but within the 'It' people, there are the 'IT' people.

Firstly, the female specimens;

Ino Yamanaka, fashion expert, will never be caught wearing anything a second out of fashion. Had a fling with 100% Sexiness On Legs, Dog Boy, Weird Smiley Freak and has had her eye on Pineapple Head for a while. Let's call her Pig Face.

Hinata Hyuuga, quiet, shy, but has one hell of a fucking hit. Hyuuga Corps. Something you don't want to mess with.

Ten Ten, no last name that anyone knows of. Unhealthy attraction to knives. Is fucking Neji Hyuuga.

Now, onto the males;

Neji Hyuuga. Is fucking Ten Ten, if you remember from a couple seconds earlier. Sorta' scary. Eyes remind me of Milk Bars. He's pale enough to be the Milky Bar kid. Therefore he is Milky.

Naruto Uzumaki, a complete and utter idiot. I'm scared it's contagious. (Note to self: wear mask) His family own Uzumaki Corps, a huge Ramen maker. He talks about Ramen a little bit too much.

Kiba Inuzuka. Alias: Dog Boy. Smells a bit like a dog. The Inuzuka family own vetinary services all over the place. He's pretty well off in the money department.

Shikamaru Nara. Lazy ass. My secret best friend. I love him like snuggly things. It's a shame he has to act like a dick to me during the day.

Sasuka Uchiha. Biggest. Fucking. Prick. Of. All. Time. Damn those Uchihas. Damn them to a place full of horse shit!

Had enough?

I'll tell you more later, sweetums.

For five years, these pricks have made my life hell (Except Pineapple, whom I love). Calling me 'Fat Sakura'. 'Mono Rail Brow'. 'Pink Attack' (Which I sort of like, actually) and so on.

"Watch it, wide forehead!"

"Urgh!" I fell on my knees, grazing them and groaned as my glasses flew off. I didn't really need them too badly, I wasn't blind-blind. I picked myself up and brushed down my legs with a frown.

I was gunna' show them. I was gunna' show them, good.

I heard snickers around me and noticed my tights had pulled. The damage was great, the whole front of the tights had laddered... showing the world my skinny, rather hairy legs. I blushed, embarrassed.

Oh fuck.

"That is fucking disgusting..." I heard Ino's voice cut through, "If her legs are like that I wonder what more... intimate places look like. Tell me, Haruno! Are you part Sasquatch?"

I pulled my bag in front of my legs and pulled a face, biting back the tears and trying hard to bite back the words- but with words, I failed horribly.

"Tell me, Pig Face! Can you even spell Sasquatch?"

Oh crap. The wrath of the dumb.

Bah. I don't like how it turned out. But oh well. I can always go over it, can't I?

Hope you liked it.