PART 1
Chapter 3: Past Differences
When Sakura woke up the next day she knew she had slept in for her first day of classes. She hurriedly got changed into her school uniform, and while she was combing her hair she was trying to put on a pair of mismatched socks; black and white. Her attempts to hurry were in vain, she arrived at her first period class ten minutes before it was over, unfortunetly running and opening the door when they were all quietly note-taking, all eyes staring at her like how a scientist stares through a microscope. In another streak of horrible luck she tripped over a desk and dropped all her textbooks, resulting in a series of hysteric snickering, and giggling from her classmates. At that moment Sakura could feel her cheeks burning, red hot as she blushed, quickly picking up her textbooks. It seemed that every time she had to make a first impression, something horribly emberassing would happen, like this. Sakura felt a sudden wave of hatred and annoyance from the people around her.
That girl is so clutsy, she's funny to watch, haha!
What a freak! She's so wierd! I'm glad I'm not her!
Why is that girl so pale and wierd looking? I didn't see her before must be some freaky new girl...
I can tell I'm going to hate that girl already!
That girl looks like she's going to cry! What a moody bitch!
The boy who thought that she was going to cry was quite right, she was fighting tears. Sakura tried her best to tune out all their cruel thoughts, but to no avail. She quickly sat down next to the one girl who didn't think anything mean about her. She seemed nice enough, just a little shy though. Like me Sakura thought inwardly, I should be used to this by now I am a freak, I look wierd, I act wierd, I am wierd. This made it even harder for Sakura to fight back her tears but somehow she managed.
"Yes, you must be our newest student Sakura," The teacher stated in a lecturing tone, " Late for your first class I see."
"Yes I'm Sakura." she muttered, flushed.
"It seems that it was pointless to even show up for this lesson , at all, since you missed the whole class." he grinned pompously.
At that very moment, Sakura knew immediatly she was going to hate that teacher, and hate that class. Despite herself she was incredibly angry, this teacher wanted to give her a hard time when she already was having a horrible day.
"Well, since it seems I already missed the whole lesson..."she said picking up her books, " I guess it wont matter if I leave."
The Sakura stormed out of the class in a dignified way, much to the awe of her classmates, and to the stunned yet enraged look on the teacher's face. Never before in her life, had Sakura felt such a great sense of satisfaction. She smiled a huge grin as she made way to her next class, making her incredibly early. Students were just starting to file out of the classroom when she had arrived. She was in such a rush to get through the door Sakura bumped into someone dropping all her things.
"Ooo...sorry!" Sakura apoligized, trying to get away from the boy she bumped into as quick as possible.
"It's OK don't worry about it," the boy grinned, shining a perfect set of white, even teeth.
Sakura's heart skipped a beat at the sight of his flawless smile, and she forgot what she was thinking about. She was thought about replying but decided against it knowing she would stutter or say something stupid. Instead, she smiled back and took a seat in the classroom reminding herself to breath. She sighed and closed her eyes, glad to have a small moment alone before class would start. That small moment alone only ended up lasting about three minutes before people started to enter the classroom. Finally, after a hell-like math class Sakura left the class, starving for some lunch. As she walked in the long hallway she saw that same boy, once again. He cracked her that same perfect smile and walked next to her.
Err...hi..." Sakura muttered akwardly.
"Hello, are you new around here?" he asked in a friendly way.
"Ya, how did you know?" Sakura replied with fake interest.
"Oh just guessing, I never saw you around here before."
When the boy looked in the opposite diection, Sakura managed to dart into the girl's washroom without him noticing. She let out a sigh of relief when she was free of his company.
"Why am I running away from him?" Sakura asked herself aloud.
She closed her eyes, pressing her head against the cool washroom wall. This day kept getting better and better
END OF CHAPTER 3