Love is short and sweet but hate is eternal. That was what my mother always told me when it rained. The rain always felt like acid washing away our sins, our hate, and our pain. These were the memories that haunted me at night. The dreams that brought dread along with them. The dreamss that were my mother's legacy for me to keep a secret.
My name is Sakura Haruno. I'm 17 and I live with a foster family. My mother got sick and died. When she did some people decided I should live with my dad. I did for awhile but he was always to busy being drunk and stoned to notice I was there. I always got in trouble at school and so the same people who came up with the first brilliant idea decided to put me in a foster home. So here I am and here is where the story begins.
Another new school just great I thought. What does this one make; I lost count after the 7th one. Oh well I shouldn't be here long anyway, I thought to myself. I was wearing my favorite outfit for the occasion. My pair of ripped black skinny jeans, a tight red t-shirt and my old black converse. I put my hair in its usual style, a pony tail. I had black eye liner with dark green/black eye shadow. I also had black and red sex bracelets running up and down my arms. All in all I looked okay. I wasn't great looking but average. I was short about 5'3, curvy and have slightly big boobs. I had pink straight hair to about to my mid back and bluish bright green eyes. My face was clear with full lips and straight teeth and a small nose. A great sigh suddenly rose within in me. This was going to be a long day. You see my new family was filthy rich. Why they took me in I have no Idea, probably to keep up a loving family look. Anyway so now I have to go to this mega rich school. I've never been to one before but it should be interesting I thought grimly. So here I am standing in front of these massive gates hoping it wont suck as bad as I think. Well here it goes.
The school was huge. It had yards of green grass running along every cement pathway. In the middle was a large granite fountain surrounded by dozens of students. Beyond that was a castle. At least it seemed that way to me with its long stone walls and high windows. At the entrance was a large wooden doorway. It looked like something out of a fairy tail. I could eminently tell this place would suck.
Everyone was dressed the same. The jock and the prep look. Real surprise there. I was surrounded by blondes or at least brunets trying to be blonde. Not once in this god forsaken prep hell did I see a glimpse of black. Oh how my eyes burned.