Title: Snow Flake Soccer Bunny

Author: irritatingly optimistic

Chapter: One - New School

Disclaimer: …Why do I have to continually repeat the tragic line 'I don't own this anime' again and again? Inspiration came from Archerelf's High Faster Stronger. Awesome story by the way

Note: this is whole story is in Sakura's perspective so everything in parentheses are her comments, not mine so don't chew me out for them.

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If you going to be listening to my story then that leads me to believe you a) don't have a life of your own(get one! You'll be happy you did) or b) mine's just more interesting or whatever at the moment(respectable I suppose). But just remember this my story so if I don't make sense the that's your problem and not mine.

Now that that's all cleared up I'll gladly introduce myself. First off don't expect pages upon pages about me. Instead I'm going to give you three simple easy to follow paragraphs(not including this one.) Next this is everything you need to know and remember about me if my logic and actions are ever going to make any sense. Last, read the damn paragraphs.

Paragraph one: My name is Haruno, Sakura. I'm nothing like my name so don't call me petal or anything like that.

Paragraph two: I have pink shoulder length hair, green eyes and large forehead. Make fun of any of them and I'll straight out punch you.

Paragraph three: I love soccer. I've been playing since before I can remember. My favorite animals are bunnies. I have a temper and if I say I'm going to do it I'll sure as hell do it. Oh and I don't have problems with cuss words(curse words, swear words. Same thing) or telling(showing works just as well) people exactly what I'm felling.

See simple. Now I can officially start my story. Oh wait one last thing, I just moved. Okay now I can officially start my story.

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I plopped nosily down on my bed. Forgetting that I decided to forgo the bed frame and put my pillow top, queen sized mattress on the floor I ended up losing my balance and flailing my bare arms about as fell flat on my back instead of my ass.

Well that hurt.

I sighed not bothering to sit up and survey how my room turned out, I'm sure it's fine anyway. I decided to crawl in between my bottle green comforter and black sheets to rest my head on my black pillow with the outlines of grass green flowers sowed into it.

I think my clock is seat for four-forty-five AM because I have a lot still left to do. My lame excuse for not doing it now is it's a quarter till midnight, I'm tired and sleep sounds so great at the moment. It's a good thing the first thing I did when I got here was take a shower(then register, but that doesn't matter) so I guess I can shirk a shower right now to take it in the morning.

When morning did come at four-forty-five AM in the form of a blaring alarm clock I gave a groggily groan and patted the floor for the incessant, infernally loud contraption. I sat up a few moments later when I couldn't find it and I proceeded to search for it with my eyes only to turn to the other side of the bed to find other side of the bed.

Wow. I felt stupid, but then again it is early, I was hardly even half awake, and I was facing the other direction so I think I was perfectly within rights to make that silly mistake. Now that I was already awake and thinking I got to my feet and head strait for my closet for a pair of cloths, once I had, I made a beeline for the bathroom door to take the shower that I had shirked last night.

When I emerged for the bathroom I was wearing white, baggy pants and a turquoise t-shirt with the a tribal design on the front with words written in random places that are like six font so I never cared to decipher them. My brushed pink locks are still wet because I like to let them air dry and I have a small, black towel draped around my shoulders.

I made another bee line for the kitchen. I grabbed five strawberries(my favorite food) and a lazily popped them in my mouth before heading out the door for a mile run that I had started doing when I was five. It took a total of a ten minutes(I wasn't going top speed, that would be stupid) before I got back to my new apartment. The clock read 5:28 AM, a little earlier than I intended. Oh well, I got to work unpacking my kitchen, placing seven of each dish(cups, bowls, small plates, and large plates)in the double cabinet(dark brown with three levels) above the dishwasher. In order from left to right my kitchen went counter(black), dishwasher(black with white buttons) with cabinet above it, sink(gray) with cabinet(also dark brown) below it(this now contained my cleaning chemicals and dishcloths and hand towels), an oven(black with a white drawer at the bottom that holds my pots and pans), a whole set of drawers(dark brow, used for silverware and other cooking utensils) with a mini oven(black with white buttons and handles) above it, and then the black one door fridge with a small freezer at the top in the corner.

During this time a had turned on my radio playing whichever CD I had listen to last night. Good Charlotte. I'm into rock bands and such but I do allow some deviations into country and metal, hip-hop and rap.

On the other side of the of the small kitchen is a small round table(dark brown) that is enough for four people. Along with two matching chairs on either side of it.

My furniture(not including my room) is either black, white or brown because they are neutral colors but still inviting. And all of the walls are cream colored(it matches I suppose).

With one glance at the clock I dashed for the door grabbing my school bag of the chair on the way out. I managed to lose track of time, again. I've always had a knack for doing that. I'm not exactly organized either so instead of leaving at 6:45 like I had planned so that I could get to my new school early(It starts at 7:35) to be able to get a quick tour of the school, I left at 7:15(it takes twenty minutes to get to the school) so now I am just going to have to pray that I meet some overly helpful people(even though I find them annoying when they start helping too much and stick their nose into my business).

I was right of course that I wouldn't have time for a tour because as I got to the school I realized people were just heading in. BRIIING!(Stupid, annoying bell) Damn. Now I've got to really move.

I dashed, weaving my way through the crowd I set my sights on the front doors. With a wham(and a sure headache starting to form, ow.) I found myself flat on my ass(double ow). "Watch where your going" I growled rubbing my throbbing head and trying best to ignore my aching butt. Moron, now I'm sore, new, and soon to be late. Great, just great. Then again first days were always the worst for me.

I climbed to my feet and turned my attention to the idiot who ran into me(I guess it was partially my fault, but that's not the point) I found myself looking down at a girl who is currently trying to collect all of her belongs before they get too damaged. She is on her knee's so all I can see is she has long dark violet colored hair(it reminds me of a raven because it's so close in color) and she is wearing black pants with black high tops. I can also see slivers of her skin and it's a creamy color. I bet she's very pretty.

Seeing this I dropped to my feet and gathered up books and papers and folders. On the papers is the name 'Hyuuga, Hinata' in beautiful cursive letters. I wondered if it took a while to manage that or it's just natural. I sure as hell can't do it, my normal writing sucks and my cursive is even worse.

Hinata, huh? Doesn't that mean sunflower? Or facing the sun? Both, perhaps? I wonder if she's bubbly, bright and confident(she's already got pretty down). I was always taught names tell a lot about people. Though sometimes people aren't like their names(my name means cherry blossom and I'm no delicate flower). I waited as she finished picking up her things, my hand that didn't hold her things extend to help her up.

When she finally turned, I found myself proved right once more. She is wearing a purple shirt with white sleeves with a hood attached (her collar was a dead give away) her face doesn't have a single blemish and her eyes are a lavender color but have no pupils in them. How come no one stopped to help? I wonder if she's blind or are her eyes just odd that way.

"G-gomen." She stuttered out in a soft, angel like voice. Seriously, how has no one noticed her?(though people are ignorant to what is just under their nose) That also answered a few of my previous questions. She is either timid in general (a wallflower) or just around strangers. Then again I didn't give the best first impression(I never do). So maybe it's just me and she doesn't know how to respond to my attitude.

"That should be my line." I stated, plastering a bright smile on my face. Perhaps I can still rectify the situation. "I didn't mean to be rude. I'm new and this morning didn't start of the best". - the latter isn't completely true, but it's close enough - "can you forgive me?"

She double blink, obviously not used to kindness. That made my blood boil. "Oh…uh…" She didn't even know how to react to kindness! That settles it, she's a wallflower.(stupid people, they can be so cruel without even trying)

Still keeping a smile on my face I chuckled "You know when your offered a helping hand your supposed to take it, but if you don't want to then don't" I stated informatively

She blushed and quickly grabbed my hand(which is really soft). I then helped her to her feet and held out her belongings. The raven haired girl blink at me again before taking her things and nodding. "T-thank you" here we go with the stuttering again(I'm going to have to change that)

"No problem" I replied nonchalantly "So Hinata, huh? That's a pretty name" She blushed again(I guess I'll have to work on that too) and nodded(again). I caught a small smile as she stuttered out another thank you. "My name's Haruno, Sakura. It's nice to meet you. Want to be friends"

She blinked(again. Damn it, she really needs help!) Then she smile even wider before it disappeared all together(Why?) "A-are you s-sure?"

My eyebrows drew together. She thinks I am kidding?(I don't have it in me to be that rude) "I mean what I say." my tone was sincere "Besides, why wouldn't I be sure? Your pretty and nice. So you're a little shy, we can work on that." My tone returned to nonchalant, but I made sure she could her the truth in my words.

And there she goes blushing again. "R-really?" She asked, her smile returning along with excitement.

I nodded(Dang, now I'm doing it) "Of course, and we can start with fixing that stuttering."

"O-okay" again with the stuttering. I think I'm going to have to start associating with word again with her. I stared waking before I realized she never answered either of my questions "You never answered my questions."

"Huh? O-oh, I-I'd love t-to b-be friends." she answered. I nodded and resumed walking once more and Hinata trailed beside me

"And the other one" I asked when she didn't answer my first question

"W-which o-one?" she looked honestly confused, maybe that's why she didn't answer it.

"If you would forgive me for being rude earlier."

"O-of course." I smiled at her approval

"Good I've got the feeling were going to be great friends." I wasn't kidding either, I like this girl. Then a thought struck me "Hey I got another question."

"Y-yes?"

"Does this school have a girls' soccer team?" I crossed my fingers and hoped the answer will be yes. I won't be able to make it through the year if they don't.

I stopped in my tracks when she gave me the answer. And she stopped to give me a questioning look, not understanding why I had suddenly stopped.


What do you think? I though this would be a fun story to write(and read) so I decided to go head with it. Should I continue? Critisim is forever welcome.