Lesbianism
DISCLAIMER: I do not own, NARUTO.
Author's Notes: Chapter two is up and you're definitely going to love this one. Well, I hope you do. I was really pumped (I was in a fair, and rode in a ride called Octopus, like four times) when I made this supaah cute chapter.
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Chapter Two: Hot? Not too Cool.
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Haruno Sakura, full time lesbian (she prefers the term, lesbi) and landing her ass in Konoha Men and Women Rehabilitation School, a school (whichshethinks) that has autistic people written all over it.
Now (today), she leaves her beautiful home, filled with memories.
Sigh.
Life sucks, damn.
"Sakura, let's go." She packs the last of her things and blow-kissed her old bedroom goodbye.
She grabbed her duff bag and rolling bag, and purse (blame momma), while stopping the tears before it got worse. Damn, I hate leaving... and mental people.
Her father packed their stuff and got to Konoha in the next four hours.
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"This is Konoha?"
Sakura looked around the gardened-beauty.
Flowers,
Grass,
Cherry blossoms (much to her dismay)
And did she mention flowers?
How... girly.
She's living in this damn place?
Stupid.
She grabbed her tote bag, purse, and stormed in the house.
The main area was a living room with a burgundy couch and two matching chairs facing the plasma screen TV. Under it was a light, rose-coloured rug, on the walls were paintings, family pictures and large, glass frame windows.
She ran up the swiiiirly stairs and ran to the room with large, golden plated letters, "SAKURA" spelling all out on the mahogany, door.
"Holy..."
She glanced up on her room.
"DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAYUUUUUM, THIS IS MY ROOM! MY ROOM, MIIIIINE!"
Okay, so you're wondering what her room looks like then it's, really nice.
Her room had a queen sized bed, a TV plastered on the purple-polka-dotted wall. On the west was the bed, facing the TV; while on the north was big window glass. Decorating the bed was red blanket sheets and light rose pillows, while the whole room was colourful; a large closet for clothes, an apartment for shoes, racket for holding jackets and bags, an area for books, and bean bags in different shades of colours. And the desks were wooden designed with their own lampshade. Next to the bed was a small drawer holding a lampshade and an alarm clock. On the east was a door, leading in to a bathroom; with a shower room and sink and toilet and everything.
She jumped on the bed, over-excitedly and hugged the nearest pillows.
"MIIIINES, ALL MINES! STAY AWAY FROM MA ROOM."
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Let's skip to the, the next day part.
RINNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNG!
"Huh? Huh? What the hell do you WAAANT!" She jumped off of bed and made a gun shape out of her hands, aiming it at the area where the sound is coming from.
She finally caught noise, which was her adorable alarm clock, shaking from the too much constant ringing.
"Oh... You," she grabbed the shivering clock and glared daggers at it, "well thanks for waking me up from my beauty dream,"
Basically, that is how she rolls.
Every single day.
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"Okay, so I should take a bath now." She skipped to her sky-blue bathroom and practically tripped (Trip? I didn't trip! I was just testing gravity) before sinking in the hot water from the shower.
The cool (or well, hot) and relaxing steam water came in dripping, from her pink locks to the tip of her red, pedicure toes.
She grabbed her Lavender and Rose essence shampoo and squeezed out a handful of sticky substances; spreading all over her hair.
Then she comes to her raspberry soap; which she rubs over her pale, alabaster skin.
Stepping out of the shower, wet and clean, she shakes her head (left to right) and spills small drips of water was fallen all over the sink.
Okay so she's finished blow-drying her hair (after like... an eternity), she opened the large wardrobe and pulled out a pair of skinny jeans and tucked in her red checkered polo shirt.
And on the shoes place—thingy, she grabbed her blue and pink Zoo York and headed off downstairs, (so she can grab her favourite strawberry pop tarts, that's for sure).
Glancing at the adorable (yet,mean,uglyandnotsofun) alarm clock and looked at its digits flashing in neon green.
7:44AM
"What time does that rehab school start again..? Eight, or... ah, eight-thirty!"
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"EIGHT-THIRTY, SHIT!"
She grabbed her purple JanSport—which was completely empty and started filling it with her notebooks, her books and her Blackberry.
"Okay, okay so what did I forget... Uh, uh... ah, PENS!"
She managed to grab the nearest pens and pencils—which she didn't sharpen, but she'll have to borrow someone's later—and a Scientific calculator, (just in case her math problems are harder than diamonds).
Since her mom was a total feminine fertile, her mom convinced her to carry a vanity case with her; filled with Oil wipes, tissues, napkins, wipes, a toothbrush and tooth paste. Oh, and a comb and brush.
So she stuffed all of it in the bag, ignoring the mess she's making in the bag.
Grabbing one of the straps of the bag, she quickly dashed her way down the swiiiiiirly stairs and slid herself on the bar stool.
"Mom, is my pop tarts ready?"
Her mom turned from her cooking and eyed her messy daughter.
"Honey, there's a thing called a brush, you should use it."
Sakura groaned and pulled the brush from her bag and constantly brushed her hair, making her look ten times nicer.
"There, it looks prettier on you dear. And here (hey that rhymes), it's a watch, you should use it once in a while." She threw the red watch in air and Sakura caught it with ease.
Sakura placed the watch on her left wrist and it fit perfectly.
After a while, her mom grabbed a white plate and placed the perfectly cooked pop tarts in set in her right hand. On her left, was a glass of orange juice.
"Here, eat up."
Sakura was definitely un-ladylike and gobbled up the pop tarts in a flash, like in a few seconds. And pray tell; it was definitely not normal.
The O.J. was next, and one, two, three... empty, like magic.
So she's like a boy, only, that she was a girl, which is confusing.
She dashed off the door and ran to the left side of the street—she stops and thinks. Where was Konoha Men and Women Rehabilitation School again?
She believes (or thinks) it was in the corner of Natusumuki street and Junko street, but where the hell was that?
Run,
Panic
And thump.
Wait—thump?
"Ow, shit sorry, I was really hurry-ing and I'm lost and I'm new and I'm babbling-" She looked up to the suspicious man and damn was he... well—hot!
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Sakura was ogling while he was pokerface-ing Sakura with obsidian orbs, staring down to her very soul.
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"Well, this is getting... Awkward. Uh, yeah so, do you know how to get to Konoha Men and Women Rehabilitation School?"
He smirked and boy was it—oh so sexy!
"Hn, make sure to watch your ass before it hits anything else."
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WELL THAT WAS RUDE.
OWARI
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