Uwaaaa! Thanks 4 all the wonderful reviews!

*Does little dance with a mouth and handful of cookies*

WHOO-HOO! I feel inspired to write! I will probably only be able to upd8

Saturday's and even then not ALL Saturday's (unfortunately) ( and I do know I add this chapter on a Wednesday).

But throughout the week I get to brainstorm on what I want to happen.

Expect some info in this chap.

And I do love a fierce Sakura who isn't all fangirly (gets on my nerves)

Well, please enjoy!

Btw, I do know that it is probably impractical to have a beach in the sand (erosion, unstable for the building, etc. etc.) (but notice that I did not say impossible)

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Chapter 4

"Stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid jerk."

It was a mantra that I had repeated for at least 3 hours. I hate that stupid guy. My feet were beginning to hurt and I was dead tired. It was beginning to turn night and I STILL hadn't found that stupid resort.

I mean, I knew I HAD to be close to it. I could smell the saltwater after all, but still no sign of Konoha Resort.

With zombie like movements, I parked myself on a bench in what looked to be a small park. I could even see a playground in the distance.

With a ferocity like no other, I dug my spoon into my vanilla ice cream and shoveled it into my mouth. Before finding the bench, I bought an ice cream after my stomach gave an unearthly rumble and caused people to stare at me.

Emitting a small sigh, I ate another shovelful of ice cream. Suddenly, I heard and felt something to the left of me fall on the ground with a loud thump.

It was my black laptop bag. Finally, realization hit me.

The answer to my lost problem: my laptop. Without wasting anytime I smacked myself on the head and as I opened up the laptop I wondered why I had never thought of it before. Through everything it had been by my side. And now it would be my trusty sidekick yet again.

In less than a minute, I found directions to Konoha Resort.

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"Wow," was all that I could say as I looked at Konoha Resort.

I was already checked in and as said in the letter, all I had to do was say my name and they knew exactly who I was.

The resort is literally ON THE BEACH. The sand had (fortunately) not gotten into my shoes as I'd walked to the doors (which are humongous).

To say the place was amazing is an understatement. As soon as you walk in, you see the humongous lobby.

The walls and floors are made out of some type of black marble (that is to be expected by rich people). To the left is the reception desk while to the right is a large area for sitting and relaxing. It had a HUMONGOUS flat screen TV and comfortable looking chairs (looked like massage chairs) facing it.

Moving on, this was the part of the resort I thought was wow.

Konoha Resort was almost like a hotel/greenhouse…surprisingly. In the middle of the whole resort is a greenhouse. Yes, a greenhouse. Right smack dab in the middle of the resort, there are all different types of trees and plants. As I walked by, I saw a small stream running through the area and there was even a bridge to go across and I could see a multitude of koi swimming in the crystal clear water. It looked almost like a forest. A large, very tropical forest.

The top of the resort is just glass so the sun can reach the plants. The elevators are see-through and are situated at all four corners of the building. So if you look down while on the elevator, you can see all the different plants and trees.

Even though I resent rich people, I still couldn't deny the fact that they have pretty good taste in interior design.

My room was on the 6th floor, room 612. Not wasting any time, I rushed to my room, ready to be submerged under the covers of what I was sure would be an overly expensive bed.

Sure enough, I was right. I fell back on the bed and looked up. I was so tired! I quickly kicked off my black Converse (that had been none too gentle with my poor feet) and rushed over to the drawer to choose out some pajamas.

"EHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!?"

"What IS this!?" I yelled, pulling out a bunch of lacy pink crap from the drawer.

As I rummaged through the drawers, I saw that all of it was lacy (and I could swear that I just pulled out a see through one).

"Ewwwwwwwww! This is DISGUSTING!" I yelled at no one in particular.

All of it was a bunch of lingerie. Making haste, I rushed to the closet and threw it open to reveal a large assortment of highly expensive designer clothes.

I began to look through the clothes and gazed in amazement at the 7 ball gowns (yep, you saw right SEVEN!) that took up most of the space. They were all extremely expensive looking. That aside, there had to be at least 10 pairs of shoes on the floor. On closed inspection I saw that they all had a separate list of numbers. Looking back at the clothes, I noticed that each had a different number from 1 to 21.

I gave another aggravated yell, picked up my phone, and called the girl who I had (stupidly) let organize and pack my clothes by herself: Ino Yamanaka.

"Ring. Ring. Ring. Hello, this is Yamanaka Ino speaking, how may I help you?"

"INO!"

"Eh? I didn't expect for you to call me so late. You know, I'm working right now."

"Ino, you stupid dummy! How dare you give me all this…this…UGH!"

"Your not very good at expressing yourself. And I thought you would have looked at it much, much sooner."

"GRRR…your already on my bad side. Don't you start with me. Tell me why! NOW!"

"Oh. That's easy. So you'd call me."

"Eh? So I'd call you!? That's the stupidest reason I've ever heard!"

"Hey. You need to calm down. And it did work, didn't it? Anyways, how's it going for you?"

"I'm the one asking the questions here, missy. What is with all the lacy pink crap?"

"Errr…"

"What do you mean "errr"!? Please don't tell me you did this on some silly whim?!"

"Well…"

"Tch. It always feels like you make it your job to ruin my life."

"Aww! Don't be like that! I was only trying to he –"

"Well, you didn't."

"I beg to differ."

"And how so?"

"Well…I don't think you know this, but the balls of the Teen Festival are showed live on national television every year. It's a tradition of mine to watch it every year."

"…"

"Ha! Ha! So I was right! Hmmm…oh, yeah. Every year they do BALLROOM DANCING! Hee! Hee! Which just happens to not be a forte of yours! Ha! Ha! And with the b-e-a-utiful clothes that I got for you, you're sure to outshine everyone! Or in your case, be noticed by everyone as you make a fool of yourself!"

"Ino," I said darkly.

"Okay, okay. But you do in fact have 7 wonderful, lavish formal dances to go to that will indeed be viewed by all of Japan and I do very much wish I was there."

I gave a small sigh. "This whole affair is so pointless. I wish I was back home."

"Well suck it up! You don't know what I'd do to be in the position your in, okay!? You are just plain lucky and I wouldn't be surprised at all the girl's envio – oh! Before I forget, how was your first semi-day!?"

"Terrible. I hate it already." And so I began relaying to Ino what happened to me on this dreadful day. Every so often (like any good friend) she'd go "Oh, really" or "Dang, that must have been terrible" or "Man, I wish I could've been there for you!"

And then I got to the part about the stupid jerk. Ino listened intently and when I got to when he became the biggest airhead I've ever met, she laughed and then asked, "Are you sure he said his name was Uchiha Sasuke?"

"Yeah. Certain as that was the lowest and most eventful point of my day."

"OMG! You actually got to talk to Uchiha Sasuke! Do you KNOW how rich that guy is!? Not to mention how -"

"It doesn't matter. The guy's a jerk."

"BUT he is soooo rich! I can't believe he actually talked to you!"

"Well, he only did because he thought I was some creepy fangirl who was stalking him, which clearly shows how conceited he really is."

"Oh. You're just hard on everybody. He was just making sure he didn't have anyone stalking him because he's rich and it's probably pretty common for him."

"Don't stick up for him."

"Aaaaaaannnyways, I hope your day improves for you!"

"Thanks," I replied sarcastically.

"Well, no need to be so testy! And you better get a good night's rest! I hear the first day of the Teen Festival is when you get ALL of the info and I think this year they are going to do a Scavenger Hunt! I betcha it's gonna be lots of fun! And I'm guessing the only reason Sasuke-kun is here is because his family, mainly his mother, Motoko, is hosting it this year!"

"Errr…that was very random. And I really don't care about the jerk. But thanks for the info. I was pretty much guessing everything would be explained tomorrow."

"Okay! Well get a good sleep! And you better call me tomororrow! Bye!"

"Humph. Yeah, yeah. Bye."

As soon as my head hit those soft, down pillows, I was out like a light.

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MUHAHAHA! My longest chapter! Im so proud of myself!

There's gonna be A LOT of d-r-a-m-a in the nxt chap! Whoo hoo!

Can't wait! Pls review! I like reviews! They give me motivation and help me write more! Inspiration! Whoo!

Sry about not being able to upd8 a lot. I've got A LOT of hard classes: AP Human Geography, Honors English, Honors Accelerated Math

Those r pretty hard…(not really) but I do get a ton of homework and therefore get less time to write (but a lot of time to brainstorm).