This is The Story of A Girl
Hey everyone! It's been a while since my last update and I'm really sorry for that. I just had the worst case of writers block... Expect to see more chappies of my other stories soon! And please... don't forget to review. If you don't review I'll think that nobody reads my stories and therefore.. the story shall be incomplete! So here's "This is The Story of A Girl" written in diary form of Sakura Haruno. I got the idea off of the Princess Diaries- I was just thinking about how cool it would be if I wrote the story that style. Now, it might now work out that great. Like- it could be completely crappy but I'm going to give it a try. And I will stop babbling now.
Enjoy and revvvviiieew!!
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This is the story of a girl,
Who cried a river and drowned the whole world
And while she looks so sad in photographs,
I absolutely love her,
When she smiles...
-Nine days-
Act 1: The Beginning
July 18th
I seriously cannot believe that my mother gave me this notebook. She claims that I needed a creative outlet, something more... feminine in my daily routine instead of training, training, training. And googling over Sasuke-kun. She claims that she fears one day, that she would lose her only daughter to the evil masculinities that her daughter has become succumbed to everyday. She also seems to think that she is losing her only daughter, whom she knows absolutely nothing about, on account of the fact that she is always away doing missions and rescuing dumb animals from trees. She says that one day, I'm going to die and leave nothing behind and she will never have anything to remember me. She says that my choice of career is too dangerous for my own good and that I should just get a job working at a floral boutique or some equally boring place.
Really... my mother can be so bizarre sometimes. But, I guess she's more or less right. But, only about the feminine thing. I haven't done anything really feminine in... a long, long time. Except, if you look at giggling over that damned Uchiha, feminine. Honestly... I have no idea what I see in that kid. He is cold, ruthless, unemotional- hell- he might as well be a block of ice! Talk about ice queen behavior. Only if he wasn't oh-so-sexy...
I've decided that today, I would turn over a new leaf. I wouldn't be the giggling, annoying fangirl that always chased him around. No, today I, Sakura Haruno, will not chase Sasuke any longer. Despite my true feelings for him, I've waited two damn years for that Uchiha brat. Hell, I even think he might be incest with his unhealthy obsession with his brother. Killing his brother- sure... who knows what lies beneath that cold, calm exterior?
Come to think of it... I really must concentrate on my training. I am still a Genin. A GENIN! I failed the Chuunin exams due that annoying Ino-pig and two years have passed since then. I'm just always too lazy to do it. Damn, I really need some willpower. I really can't look at everyones backs anymore. It bugs the hell out of me. I mean, how many times have I stared at that super annoying symbol on Sasuke's back? I still can't figure out why the great wealthy rich Uchiha clan of Konoha cannot afford to get a designer or something and have a better family symbol! I don't even know what it is! It looks like a cross between one of those Pokeball things, on that lame show, Pokemon and a fan. And the orange-ness of Naruto's clothes? I think that one day it will drive me insane! Argh, I swear. Today, I just felt like ripping their clothes off their backs. But I didn't, thankfully, although the voice inside my head was going all like: "RIP IT OFF! RIP IT OFF!"
Oh. My. Gosh. I have just realized just how stupid that sounds. Like I'm schizo or something, which I assure you, I am not. My mental health and stability is one hundred percent healthy, thank you very much. In fact, I would say that my mind is one of my best assets. Besides being astonishingly beautiful.
Oh, who am I kidding? I am so not beautiful. In fact, I'd say that I'm almost funny-looking! With my pink hair, which is one hundred percent natural, and my green, green eyes. I look like some sort of plant! Compared to Ino-Pig and her normal-ness, I definitely stick out. And I wouldn't say that I stuck out in a pleasant way. More like a sore thumb. Even Kakashi-sensei tells me this.
"Sakura", he says, crinkling that annoying mask of his, "You really are something else."
He only tells me this when I've smacked Naruto hard enough to send him through two trees. Or when I kick Sasuke hard enough to actually make him LOOK at me. You know, two years ago, I would've never ever dared kicked Sasuke. But now, just looking at that annoying smirk on his face makes me want to stick my fist out and break his stupid-looking face.
I guess you can say that I fell out of love with him. In fact, I would say that I really don't love anyone anymore. Outside of my family, of course- I'm not that inhumane. Two years ago, when I'd see him talking with another girl and another girl talking to him- I'd die of jealousy. I'd rage inside and then I'd pummel Naruto because that's almost always the moments that he chooses to show up. Uninvited, I might add. But now, it's like meh. Talk to whoever you want, Sasuke-bastard!
Two years ago, Sakura Haruno would've not risk dirtying her dress, her hair, her perfect nails during some mission. She would've stayed behind as always, crying of fear. Shaking of fear. Because that was the way she was. Two years ago.
The Sakura Haruno now, does not care for her image. Her pink hair was kept short- a symbol of her crushing her vanity. She wears black now. In fact, you could almost confuse her with a goth. And why the heck am I talking about myself in the third person? Makes ME question my mental health status sometimes...
But anyways, the truth is... I'm not the little, naïve, innocent little girl anymore. The one, who wears her heart on her sleeve, always believing what everyone told her. Not ever thinking of the fact that perhaps... that everyone had lied to her. About her being. About her existence. About whether she was actually a dead weight or not.
"Oh, no, Sakura-chan! You're not a dead weight to us! I can't imagine Team 7 without you!" cried Naruto of absolute outrage when I had asked him that question. Sasuke didn't even answer, just gave a little humph and a glance. Kakashi-sensei didn't even bother answering. He just gave me a questioning look and continued on reading that dirty, dirty book. (And might I add.. I feel like breaking his face everytime I see him read it. And when he's always so late! It's really terrifying how such a high-level Jounin such as Kakashi-sensei, has absolutely no sense of punctuality.)
But I knew it. Deep down inside, no matter how much Naruto feels that he loves me (which I might add, he really doesn't- it's only denial.), he knows that I really am a dead weight. My stamina is low- I could've barely survived an attack by a group of kids who had just graduated from the academy! All I have is my intelligence and my looks. It WAS all that I had.
But now it's different. Now I'm different. And I just hope that everyone can realize just how much I have changed and acknowledge me for being a shinobi. No, a kunochi- a killing machine. Until then, that's all I have to say.
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A/N- Well, I hope that all of you liked that! I know it's a bit short but I've been busy with school lately. Thankfully that I have a 3 day week this week (HELL YEA!!!) so I'll be able to put up another chapter or two.. if I'm lucky. Lol. So review please!!