Pretty Girl

Pretty Girl

Chapter I

Title: Pretty Girl

Description: Join in the drama at Konohamaru Leaf High School! Sakura's a new student who's life is about to be turned and twisted in so many ways!

Rating: Rated M (Swearing, Propaganda, Lemons later)

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The sun steadily rose, illuminating all those in it's wide path. The houses, run down and a dapple to the Leaf Mansions adjacent to this unique neighborhood, glimmered still with quaint beauty. The dead flowers suddenly seemed alive in their everlasting crisp corpse, and even the gloomy, graphitized walls of the apartments seemed to flow with ravishing merit. Everything in this ghetto neighborhood seemed safe and secure, warm and loving, and an idealistic neighborhood, all by the shine of the orange sun.

But looks can deceive. Inside these 5 apartments, each hosting 10 rooms, 2 rooms on 5 floors, held either the drunkest, tenebrous, nescience, and objurgating people the world would have ever met. Some, such as Mahiru, a convicted murderer who's been in prison for more than three fourths of his life, were the people you never wanted to meet drunk, if either you or them were walking in an alley for some godforsaken reason. Some, however, were silent yet deadly. Idate Morino, for example, seems charming to meet, but many women didn't ever dread to go there, since they never leave a virgin. This dangerous neighborhood has giant fencing around it, with iron bars. In all technicality, it was a home prison. These men (and women) were all tracked by the ANBU of the village, or more commonly known as the FBI.

Sadly, though, they were the cheapest of all houses in the rocky Konoha economy, which was known to have the best and the worst economy, somehow, at the same time. Many poor people were forced to live in the redoubt of prison, leading them to believe that they were highly unpropitious. The residents also lived through brummagem, making copies of money and necessities. All in all, life was miserable in this inclement neighborhood. And then the bums of the town, the ones who were slugabeds, were irascible with a gamut of insults.

But some people were extant with hope. Well mainly one person, who was stuffed with everlasting hope, that everything would get better, was the only genial person in the slum. This person wasn't pleasured with aberrant, or abnormal things, such as rape or bondage. She tried to make people understand that they should ameliorate, or improve, their lives. She wasn't an angel; on the contrary, she was palpable on the outside. On the inside, it differed. Sometimes she was torpid, full of trepidation, and melee. And then sometimes, she was jovial, happy, gregarious, and apposite. But usually, she was dour, depressed, solaced by her wrists. Her mood were incongruous, and sometimes puerile, to the annoyance of others, especially her alcoholic father.

Her father was now impecunious, or very poor. He wasn't stoic anymore to the poor people, as he once grazed upon the very look of them. He now dwelled with them, and it didn't help his life. He tried to edify his life many times, ending in failure due to a crystal bottle of alcohol. He wasn't uncaring or cruel, but he just was helpless and mentally dead. He usually spent his days, staring out the window, as if he was an old man. In reality, his age was only 38. But his once handsome face, lush red hair, and piercing green eyes were gone. In their place, his face was wrinkled, and slightly shriveled. His hair was turning grayer every passing day, and his piercing green eyes were now dull green, with all the happiness sucked out of them, as if a vacuum did it.

The girl did the cooking and cleaning of the house. For only living in the slums for two months, it was surprising to how easy the two became accustomed to the invisible rules. For example, the man never turned up his radio too loud, or else he would have banging's on his door and screams no one wanted to hear. He also never talked to any of his several neighbors, as that was a common mistake of new residents who then were easily identified and either framed or just plain beat up. The girl also bided to the rules, as she always went shopping in the day, and never talked to anyone either. Since they never bothered anyone, no one ever bothered them.

This girls name was Sakura Haruno. She was 14 now, her birthday passed. She was very mature for her age, as her experience with dealing with issues was way beyond many people twice as old as her. Now, she would never admit it, but she had the beauty and elegance of a real cherry blossom, sticking true to her name. She had curves in the right spots, muscles instead of fat, and finely shaped features that most girls over obsess about. Her piercing jade eyes were perhaps her most striking feature, along with her long luscious pink hair. As a young 14 year old, Sakura was going to be entering Konohamaru Leaf High School, the high school in her district, for her high school education.

Konohamaru Leaf High School wasn't exactly the best school in the district. But it wasn't too shabby either. Compared to it's surrounding, it was beautiful and breath taking. The floors were clean and squeaky and the lights illuminated everything. The education system wasn't too strict, as uniforms weren't needed. The average schedule for a freshman entering Konohamaru Leaf High School was a regular history class, matter and energy for science, algebra, lunch, gym, English, Elective one, and Elective two. Sakura, a bit smart for her age too, was taking honors history, honors biology (which was for advanced tenth graders), honors algebra II (which was for advanced eleventh graders), lunch, gym, regular English, music, and track. She wasn't too good at expressing herself anymore; thus putting away her diary and just taking life as it hit her.

Sakura exactly wasn't too happy about living near where she used to four years ago, but she always smiled at the thought that her friends would still be welcoming. She still remembered Ino Yamanaka, her best friend in elementary school. They would probably be great friends now!, Sakura would always think. But sadly, Sakura would then remember her friends from her old home. Haku, who was taken by their psycho teacher, and Zaku, who was her first kiss. She never was sure how she could adapt to this new environment, but she knew she had to.

Beep Beep Beep

Sakura woke her head groggily. It was 5:30 am, as her ebony clock blared out in glowing red colors. She rubbed her eyes, yawning as she got out of her bed, or to simply put it, a mattress with a covering on it. Sakura stretched a bit, unlocking some muscles in her back, as she yawned again. Her stomach grumbled a bit as she rubbed it, feeling nothing there. Her dinner had been completely digested and her stomach was crying for more. She mentally soothed her throbbing chest, which was losing it's flab at a rising rate. Sakura used the bathroom for her urinary needs, and after washing her hands, started to brush. She stared at the dirty mirror in her small, dirty bathroom. Baby ants were crawling near the trashcan, as she simply shrugged that disturbing thought off. She had been living in this place for two months, which was more than enough time to adapt to the new rules and substances of living poor. Sakura admitted, she loved the rich life, but this was life. It was never fair.

After spitting and rinsing her mouth was water, Sakura got out new clothes for her first day of school. She took out her bra and underwear, along with tight black shorts, which went up to her knees, and a large red Chinese shirt, which fit her needs as a shirt, and it was long enough and designed to also go in front of her thighs and be parallel from the behind too. She quickly stripped, and as she was going in the shower, Sakura started to mentally observe herself, something she hadn't done in a while.

Sakura had long pink hair, which wasn't as shiny as before, but still beautiful. It went all the way to the end of her back. She ruffled it up a bit with conditioner, as she rinsed it out in the shower. Sakura's form was of a hourglass, as many of her rich elders would say. She had dazzling green eyes, and thin lips. Her nose was decent, and her legs were fine too. Her chest was…a bit small, but Sakura didn't really care about that. She had grown to stop caring about some things, such as the dirty bathtub which would be toxic to bathe in, and the ants crawling in and out of her bathtub.

Sakura stopped the water and stepped out, drying herself with an old towel, before realizing it's hard touch.

I guess it's laundry time…again. Sakura mentally groaned, as she hated going to the nearest Laundromat, only to see the perverted men stare at her bra's and panties' go round and round in the washer. She finished drying herself, before she stared at her fingers. They weren't painted and needed to be cut. Sakura got a used nail file and started to file her finger nails. She needed to make a good impression.

Sakura then brushed her hair a bit more, making it look better, as she then put on her clothing. She finally brushed down any dust balls residing on her clothes and tied her shoes. She made a quick bowl of cereal, before throwing it away. The milk was expired.

Another thing to do…I'll somehow get it. Sakura shuddered, thinking again of how she had to resort to get dairy.

Looking at the time and gasping at how it was 6:15 am, Sakura ran out the door, and went through the long way. Going the short way was asking to be raped and drugged at any time of the day.

Sakura then walked across the crumbly sidewalk, staring down at a group of ants fighting over a dead body of a rotting worm.

Do I look good enough? Because if I remember correctly, Ino was always one for fashion…Oh I hope this is going to work out fine. I don't think I've changed that much.

Sakura then found the school at the location in which she always saw it, when she went on her morning jogs in the summer.

Well…here goes nothing

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Sakura entered the school building, thinking through the comments she heard outside.

Who is THAT?

I think she's new!

I hope Ino doesn't see her

She looks familiar

Sakura replayed those couple murmurs, along with some vulgar ones, before going to the auditorium to sit down in an empty row. She sat down with her bag, which contained paper only. The bag was just for show.

Not before long, the auditorium filled up and kids were talking loudly to each other, about how long it's been and how's summer and how was camp and all the other things Sakura could never talk about.

She looked down again, only to hear someone scream her name. Sakura looked up, petrified, before looking.

Sakura saw a white girl, with long blonde hair, tied in a ponytail, with a purple tank top and a purple skort. The girl had bright eyes and a nice smile, before it finally hit Sakura ; It was Ino!

"Ino?"

"OHMYGODSAKURAIT'SYOUUUU!" Ino yelled, hugging the girl.

"Heh…thanks." Was all Sakura could mutter, as she felt her stomach grumble. Ino immediately released from the hug.

"What was THAT?"

"Oh…I'm on…..a new diet. You know. Chinese Style." Sakura said, trying to play it cool, as she found it immensely awkward to speak.

"Ooooh! Cool. But oh my goodness, how are you here? I thought you moved!?" Ino cried, hugging the girl again. Sakura chucked, before saying

"Ino…you're crushing my ribs". And with that, Ino immediately let go and smiled.

"Sorry. But go on!"

"Well…I persisted to my dad…that…uh…I wanted to school with my old friends for the best four years of my life, y'know, High School." Sakura lied. As she smiled, Ino asked her another question

"Oh! That's so cool! Where do you stay?"

"Huh?"

"You know, live? You can't possibly live in your house."

"Right…I…live…in a fancy hotel. I forget it's name, cause I'm usually…uh…wading in the pool. You know" Sakura lied again, winking at Ino while mentally kicking herself for not being prepared.

Ino nodded her head, and before she could ask anymore questions, she and her posse were forced to sit down by some pressing teachers.

"So…Ino…who are those girls?' Sakura asked Ino, who was sitting next to her, looking at the tall girl, with long black hair and the other girl with a tough look, and blonde pig tails.
"You don't remember them Sakura-chan?"

"No-o…uh…"

"That's Kin Tsuchi! That really cool girl who can sing like awesomely!" Ino exclaimed, pointing at the girl with long black hair, who had a camouflage capree on with a gray sleeveless shirt. Kin waved kindly, before going back into conversation with the other girl.

"And the other girl is Temari!" Ino said, before coming close to Sakura

"But she's a senior…so yeah…" Ino awkwardly whispered to Sakura, who understood that Ino was only friends with her for popularity and status.

Temari, as if on cue, waved at Sakura, smiling like Kin.

Before Sakura, now, could ask anymore, a robed man came to the podium, addressing the chattering students.

"Welcome all of you…to Konohamaru Leaf High School!"

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Well…that turned out good I guess. Reviews please I have good hopes for this story, but I need to have reader support to move on o.o

Thanks for reading

Moon.