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"SAKURA! GET up!" a loud upset voice shouted and I turned onto my side and snuggled deeper into my pillows. "Sakura!" The voice shouted obviously aggravated and I groaned. Why the hell did that lady sound so much like my mother? Did I fall asleep by my mom's? If I had I was probably stupid. Getting up, my vision focused and I stared around my old bedroom which I had to admit looked exactly how it did back in 1995. I groaned as I pulled off the pink duvet that covered my body and I took note that it looked a lot like my favourite old duvet, complete with white and purple polka dots. Weird.
A loud banging scared me before I registered that it was just my mom rapping against my door. Getting up, I noticed I was dressed in what looked like a pair of my old navy night pants and a fitted white spaghetti strapped shirt. It vaguely looked like something I had had back when I was fifteen. Shaking it off, I headed for the door and tore it open and instantly my breath caught in my throat.
My mother stood before me, but she wasn't that horribly thin and tired 2007th edition mother I knew, oh no. Instead there in front of me stood a somewhat short and plump lady, with rosy cheeks, healthy light auburn hair and electrifying green eyes bore into my face. "Took you long enough." She snapped and I was speechless as she placed her hands on her hips. Where the hell was I? Was this some sort of crazy nightmare I was having? "Hurry now before your breakfast gets cold." She ordered heading for the staircase. I stood there momentarily frozen before I bolted for the bathroom and when I caught a good luck at myself in the mirror I nearly died.
There before me in the large bathroom mirror was my fifteen year old self! Complete with my untamable pink mane, milky white skin, long slender arms and legs. My cheeks were tainted with pink tinges and I could make out the crop of barely noticeable freckles on my face. I stared into my large emerald orbs before I screamed and ran out of the bathroom and downstairs. "Calm down Sakura, this is all just a dream." I mumbled as I practically jumped down the stairs and scrambled towards the kitchen. "What year is it?" I asked loudly in my old annoying high pitched voice as I burst into the kitchen and stared at my mom.
"What are you talking about? Its 1995 remember? New Years was three days ago." She said turning around and my eyes widened at what had just been said. "Why aren't you dressed yet?" She asked agitated and I stepped back slowly. "1995?" I squeaked and she nodded and I almost threw up. "Sakura! What is your problem?" My mother snapped and my head began to hurt.
"Now Sayuri, don't be so cruel. Sakura's just upset she's got school today. Right pumpkin?" A deep familiar voice said and I turned around and my eyes softened. "Dad?" I croaked as I tried not to cry as I stared at him. My father was a heavy man with a large beer belly and graying dark brown hair, he had a chubby face and a set of small dark brown eyes. Staring at him made me feel sick, and my stomach lurched forward, I hadn't seem him for twelve long years and I honestly missed him. "Keanu, Sakura needs to get dressed, vacation's over she's got school today." My mom said and I shook my head and stepped away from them both.
"Look, I'm sorry to say but…it can't be 1995 again. I've already lived through this horrible year. I'm really twenty – eight and I live in the year 2007." I stated and to say that my parents looked at me weird was an understatement. "Very funny Sakura, now go get dressed for school, because you ARE going today." She said and I groaned before I stared at her as if she were stupid. "Go young lady now!" She ordered and I stormed out of the kitchen and headed for my old bedroom.
I stormed into my old bedroom, and smashed onto my bed. There was no way I was reliving this year, and there was definitely no way I was going to allow myself to be sixteen again and if what my mother had said was true, and it really was January then that meant I hadn't turned sixteen yet, not for another two months. I groaned and smashed my face into my pillow. "I don't hear any water!" My mother shouted and I sat up and got off of my bed and headed towards the closet. I'd play along with this little dream for awhile before I pulled the plug on it. I pulled my closet door opened and stared inside. Thumbing through my clothes, I spotted my old uniform and pulled it out. A short pleated green skirt that stopped just below the butt, a white school blouse with a green neck tie tied around the collar and a pair of white knee length socks and brown loafers. Placing it on my bed, I headed towards the bathroom.
"Have a good day!" My dad shouted as I stepped out of the front door and zipped my pink parka shut and pulled my red anorak over it. If it was 1995 then that meant I was in the eleventh grade at Konoha Academy. I stuffed my hands into my coat's pockets after I closed the white picket fence behind me and I headed towards my old school. I arrived at KA and stared stupidly at the school building. Everything looked exactly like I remembered it, the tall old stone building stood tall with a large clock in the middle of it's walls. Students loitered around the front steps, but I paid them no mind as I headed up to the building and squeezed my way through a crowd of cheerleaders and into the school building.
I headed down the hall, the tiles were still cracked and dirty just how I remembered. I passed by old rusty lockers on my way to where I recalled my eleventh grade locker being. A door up ahead opened and an old man with long black hair stepped out of it and I groaned as I tried to avoid him. "Miss Haruno, what are you doing down the twelfth grade corridor?" He asked and my eyes widened. That was Orichimaru – sama, Vice Principal of KA, he was a pain and most people just stayed clear of him, mostly because he landed everyone in detention for EVERYTHING. "Shit," I mumbled and quickly I regretted it. "Miss. Haruno, watch you language. Detention, it starts at three…don't be late." He said touching my shoulder before he headed off down the hall with an extra pep in his step. Great, I had managed to land myself a detention on my first day back in this cursed year, something I had avoided for four years the first time around.
I quickly found my old locker, grabbed my books and headed towards my homeroom. I quickly took a seat towards the front and stared straight ahead at the blackboard and waited for the bell to ring. My homeroom teacher walked through the door and instantly I remembered why I had hated eleventh grade. My homeroom teacher was Anko – sensei, she was loud and aggressive and nobody liked to cross her otherwise they'd be dead. "Morning!" She yelled loudly and I groaned as I sunk in my seat and rammed my head onto the desk. "Roll Call!" She yelled, she surely did love yelling. As she went down the list I snickered to myself, I knew what every single one of my classmates were going to be and honestly it was funny if you really thought about it. "Miss. Haruno!" She barked and I looked up and into her stern face, "what's so funny?" She asked and I was quiet. "Sorry." I mumbled as I looked down at my desk and Anko continued her roll call, and I rested my head down and I remained quiet.
"Sakura!" Someone shouted and turning around in the hall I spotted what looked like a sixteen year old version of Ino. She stopped in front of me and smiled, Ino really hadn't changed much over the years. Her hair was shorter and less tamable when we were younger but that was about it. "Hey," I said reaching a hand forward and touched her hair. "How was your Christmas?" Ino asked and I shrugged casually as I began to walk again, but this time with Ino at my side. "It was okay," I said vaguely remembering my Christmas that year. "Heard you got detention today, bummer," she pointed out and I caught a sideways glimpse at her before I nodded slowly. "Hey, do you believe in going back in time?" I asked and she stared at me, her cerulean orbs boring into my face. "That's impossible." She replied and I nodded slowly, that was impossible so that meant that this could only be a horrible dream that I couldn't seem to wake up from. "Your hair's actually tamed…is it for Sasuke-kun?" She asked teasingly and I blushed slightly as I remembered my ginormous crush on the youngest Uchiha."
"No!" I snapped latching my arms behind my back before I turned and continued walking. "Where you going Kura? We have Bio." She said pointing towards the door in front of her and I blushed from embarrassment as I coughed slightly, "I knew that." I lied as I stepped passed her and into the lab.