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Track 03: When I Grow Up - Pussycat Dolls
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When I grow up, I wanna be famous,
I wanna be a star, I wanna be in movies
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"...and I'm going to be a supermodel! I'm pretty sure my name'll be Ino Yamanaka-Uchiha." Ino-pig drawled on.
The other "insert your first name and last name dash Uchiha" supermodels hissed and made their rounds of snappy necks and loud whispering. Sasuke-kun merely rolled his eyes and continued to doodle on his recently graded test paper - ninety-eight percent. Smart kid.
"O...kay? Well, thank you Ino for sharing your future intentions that seem very similar to...the girls of the class. Though I'm pretty sure what your plans are, Sakura - you're up next."
Iruka-sensei always makes snippy remarks like that! Just because I'm a girl doesn't mean that I'm going to become a supermodel. Besides, modeling is so boring.
"Go Sakura-chan!" Naruto shouted and applauded me from my, his, and Sasuke-kun's table. We were all partners in crime.
As I made my way up to the front, the "Mrs. future Uchiha-supermodels" all began to murmur and hiss. If I looked closely, they'd probably have a jade tint to all of their fuming complexions.
I found it hilarious.
"She'll probably be the world's ugliest freak."
"No - the ugliest forehead girl." Ino-pig helped maliciously.
Sasuke-kun and Naruto glared sharply at the girls and their idiotic and pathetic tries at insulting me. "Quiet! Quiet!" Iruka-sensei ordered. "Go ahead, Sakura."
I grinned at Iruka-sensei before pursing my lips and tapping my chin. Think. Think. Think. I thought this over for a few moments. Well, I had always wanted to be an ice cream tester.
...what's a twelve-year-old to do? I tried being a ninja, but Okaa-san and Otou-san said ninja were extinct. Along with my great, great, great, great, great Obaa-san and Ojii-san.
Maybe I should be a pirate.
"...a pirate...?" I murmured to myself. Maybe a jedi. (Hehe. Yoda. Psh. Know I want I be to a Ninja.)
"Sakura?" Iruka-sensei asked worriedly. The mean girls giggled and whispered again. I gathered my thoughts up before I opened my mouth and spoke.
"Did you have the intention that I was going to be a supermodel, sensei?" I grinned. "Pfft, no - bump that. I want to be a pirate-ninja-jedi-doctor!"
"..."
Oh yeah, that shut them up big time. Everyone was staring at me with funny expressions, I decided to add just one more thing on, just to get them talking. Or atleast reacting normally.
"...named Sakura Uchiha." Ha ha! No last name included. Be jealous, you tricks!
"Whaaaaaa - ?!?" the silence was finally broken...with merciless laughter. I didn't even care - it was a joke. Or was it?
I pursed my lips and nodded my head. "That's right."
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Boys call you sexy,
And you don't care what they say
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"Where you serious Sakura?" Naruto asked at lunchtime. Sasuke-kun's expression was a little mad. Probably because of his future polygamy club. "Ha ha - no. I was just doing that to get to them." I smugly explained.
Naruto grinned and ran up to tell Hinata about the joke. Sasuke huffed angrily but kept stomping alongside me. "Woah, Sasuke-kun - chill out." I giggled when we came into the lunchtime.
Sasuke-kun glared at me again and grabbed a tray, loading it up with food. I grabbed my own tray and placed whatever on top of it, while monitoring Sasuke-kun's hostility.
Rolling my eyes, I sped up my pace to match his. "Done sulking?" I asked him, grinning coyly.
"No Sakura. You just play too much." he growled out. We were now out in the courtyard, sitting at one of the marble tables. Sasuke-kun was already attacking his food - tomatoes again.
"Well, I thought it was funny." I told him, flicking some of my rice at him. Sasuke-kun glared at me. "Well, I didn't. What if you were serious?" his face slightly fell as he said this. "That'd change everything. When you grew up you'd be...different."
I noticed his blush (just a tad bit) as he mentioned this.
I snorted and broke my chopsticks apart. "You act like I got your hopes up." I grumbled sarcastically before scooting over to his side and wiping the tomato juice and rice off his pink cheek. "Can't you eat normally when you're mad?"
Sasuke-kun glanced at me and then looked away. "No, I can't. And you did get my hopes up, idiot."
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When I grow up,
Fresh and clean,
Number one chick,
When I step out on the scene
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Five years later...
"And place welcome your valedictorian, Sakura Haruno!"
Oh I wish I could see all those tricks' expressions. I would say eat socks you losers! But I can't. Apparently, there's a speech that was already made for me. And restrictions printed down in some book.
You must not make another student or staff member look like anything they are not. Feh.
All I was going to say was "Give or take a good five years and what happens?" Graduate with honors? Valedictorian? Full-time scholarship to a prestigious college right here in Konoha?
I may not be the "pirate-ninja-jedi" part, but I know I'll be the doctor named Sakura Uchiha. "Ladies and gentlemen - your graduates for Konoha Academy!"
Blue caps flew everywhere.
Now, where is Sasuke-kun? I ducked under embraces and conversations till I felt strong arms wrap around me. "Oh!" I squeaked and turned around.
Sasuke-kun smirked at my startled expression and took this opportunity to kiss me while I was still in shock. I snapped out of it a few seconds after he'd released me and smiled.
He took my hand and led the way to our excited families.
"Sasuke-kun?"
"Mm?"
"How grown up am I?"
Sasuke-kun stopped again and kissed me once more before smugly replying. "Not much."
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Be careful what you wish for,
Cuz you might just get it,
you might just get it,
you might just get it
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Yeah, this was an old drabble that I found under my bed yesterday! Aha. Hope you guys liked it! I don't have much to say...I have a cold...? So, send me love!