Hey guys! I'm really sorry, but this chapter is pretty short. And it's also the last chapter I wrote before I stopped. So I'm going to have to start writing fresh. School's going to be starting for me tomorrow, so I can't make promices for a routine update. Thank you all for those who are reading this. Please enjoy!
Sasuke
I spent an aggravating four hours in the art room with Miss. Ino. She constantly looked up at me from over the easel, and winked, or waved in a sickening fashion. Why wave at me? I'm the only other person in the room! She was annoying, but I had to do my best to tolerate her. She was my charge.
And her sister didn't seem to be any better. Her hair is pink, and with the pink and green clothing, she looked like an over grown flower. All the glittery, sparkly excess made her an eyesore. I was quite astounded that she could walk in those shoes, nevertheless down a staircase as steep as the one that ruled the main hall of the mansion (I think her grip on the stair rail tightened near the end from nearly falling). The only slight relief from her appearance was her face. It was completely clean, with absolutely no markings or paint on it.
But while I was thinking that there was no way that you could get a frillier girl, her sister burst through the door. She was clad in some skimpy purple dress that was covered in atrocious sequins. Her shoes were-if possible-taller than her pink-haired sister's. I feared that she might whip me with her long blonde hair, should she pass me. She was for a fact, the genuine article.
And her eyes! She looked as if she used a squid to apply all the inky black and purple crap around her eyes. I thought that rich girls were supposed to be classy and snobby. But upon my first encounter with this "Miss." Ino, the only word that came to mind was trashy.
Her failed attempt at having a private conversation with her sister did nothing to help at all. I could tell from the short distance that lead the conversation, and controlled the room. No doubt her father was tripping over himself to please that one. I nearly pitied the other one, due to the obvious fact that her blonde sister was snuffing her out at every opportunity she got. However, I couldn't let the pity hold, because she also tried to mold herself into what her sister was. Which was sick.
While the two girls showed us around the house, I picked up on the sympathetic looks Shikamaru was sending me. He was good with dealing with girls like, well, this. While as I had little patience for them. That's why he took Miss Sakura. We both believed that she would be the worse of the two. We were sadly incorrect.
The only good thing about getting the over-dressed heiress type was that they would probably go to clubs and stay out late. Now that was something I could get used to.
After enduring hours in the art room, which I had a feeling that I would be doing a lot of, she ran downstairs to grab some food. She grabbed two sticks of celery and offered me one. I refused politely, but took note of the fact that her snack was healthy.
Well she has to work on keeping her body great, she can't just spend all her free time lounging around. She would lose credit among her friends if she wasn't "a perfect two" or whatever dumb number that society is forcing us to believe in. Although I feel shame in admitting that she is, indeed, rather attractive, I wished she had a nicer way of showing it. Well, maybe not nicer, just…more modest.
On our way back upstairs for who knows what, Shikamaru came up to me without his charge. When asked, he explained that Miss Sakura dismissed him for the afternoon. He had spent some time relaxing and unpacking, and offered to take my post so that I may have an opportunity to do so also. I had never been more thankful in my entire life.
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-Bambi
