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iSpyCherryPie328: I was just the mall with sippIN0ndathater-ade*, |[]-|[]* and 4Ev3rIllLov3U*, now I'm home and I got the biggest freakin' surprise of my freakin' life! Like, dang! I didn't expect Sasuke, Neji, Shikamaru and Orange Is A Religion.!.Ramen Is God.10!* to be there! And, le ewwww, Karin was there, too. Anyone else at the mall that I forgot to mention? (PS: I am really happy tho, because, like, OMG, I am officially somebodys gf!!! SQUEAL!)
40-40 Vision: Well I'm sure this Karin person hates you too.
iSpyCherryPie328: Like I care.
Sigh: I was at the mall, more specifically the art shop buying more paintbrushes. I did happen to see a few people from school as well.
|[]-|[]: It looks like we're going to have to have a three way call as soon as possible Cherry...of course with the usual crew.
iSpyCherryPie328: Of course. Don't we always once someone becomes attached to certain ppl they've loved since forever?
sippIN0ndathater-ade: JUST GOT BACK HOME AND GASP! I log in and Cherry Pie is all I HAVE A BF NOW and I'm lyk, DEMANDING TO KNO WHO!!!! (even though I have the hugest inkling…~.^)
Orange Is A Religion.!.Ramen Is God.10!: I'm flattered, really I am. : - )
iSpyCherryPie328: ?? How and why r u flattered?
Orange Is A Religion.!.Ramen Is God.10!: That you still believe we're soul mates and that we're currently dating. Really, tho, whoever this 'bf' ur cheating on me with is, u really should b careful about it. BCUZ IF HE HURTS U, I'LL KILL HIM!
iSpyCherryPie328: Sigh. That is exactly why ur username takes up half a page. HATER-ADE! Omg, I'll tell you later, I swear. I just don't feel like setting up a PrivateChat Room.
ImABirdInACage56: Home. And, wow, that's the longest PublicPost I've seen in a while.
4Ev3rIllLov3U: We just got home. LOL, I love how you didn't say our names! Since when did you decide to start following the rules? OOOH AND TELL ME WHO!!!
iSpyCherryPie328: Ever since Tsunade-sama almost had my account terminated!!! DX I'll tell you ASAP.
PrinceofDarkness.2: You should be happy.
iSpyCherryPie328: I'm very happy. (blushes like an idiot) I've loved this guy 4ever.
PrinceofDarkness.2: Boys can be very deceiving though.
iSpyCherryPie328: WHO ARE YOU, MY FATHER?!?!?!
iSpyCherryPie328: GIRLS! We need a three-way convo immediately!
sippIN0ndathater-ade: No problemo.
|[]-|[]: I'll call.
iSpyCherryPie328: I'll pick up.
4Ev3rIllLov3U: Okay. TTYS.
.myIQsaysHi22 (mobile): Tch. You shouldn't be so obvious with who you are…Oh, and PrinceofDarkness.2*, I need you to bail me out of jail.
iSpyCherryPie328: BLEGH! You shouldn't be so obvious with who you are and with your genius! That's y ur in jail, you lame!
PrinceofDarkness.2: It's Birdie's turn. You really should stop driving without a permit, fourteen year old.
.myIQsaysHi22 (mobile): Shut ur mouth and I do have a permit, you dumbass. We get perks cuz my Dad works at the community skool, remember?
sippIN0ndathater-ade: Yeah, totally, Prince. We all got our permits early from him. Re-mem-ber?
PrinceofDarkness.2: No body's talking to u
sippIN0ndathater-ade: XP
ImABirdInACage56: I don't have bottomless pockets of money, Shikamaru.
.myIQsaysHi22 (mobile): Yeah, like that really matters to me because I'm not even this Shikamaru person.
ImABirdInACAge56: For the love of Kami….How much this time?
.myIQsaysHi22 (mobile): This Shikamaru person says a couple hundred.
ImABirdInACage56: Then this Shikamaru person owes me a couple hundred.
.myIQsasyHi22 (mobile): I honestly feel sorry for u then, bcuz the chances of u getn ur money back r absolute zero.
Monopoly
NaruBaby2496
So, in case you're wondering, I did not piss myself. That's so four years old.
(I just almost did.)
I consider myself lucky, because as soon as Sasuke untangled him self off me and stood up, myself following suit seconds later, the rest of the crew were trudging up the stairs, Naruto holding his stomach like a fat forty year old madman with a hairy chest who just ate way too much pizza and drank way too much beer. Oh, you all know what that looks like. Ino was spooning the last of her melting fruit smoothie into her mouth, the red from the strawberries around her lips, and a small stain on her lilac t-shirt dress. TenTen looked like at any second she would fall into a deep sleep, though she was complaining about how her feet were aching so badly from wearing her too-small spikes for softball and then changing into some brand new tan flats that her Aunt bought her for her birthday.
"Does anyone need a ride home?" Shikamaru asked, scratching the back of his head nonchalantly, probably using that as an excuse of a stretch.
We all, as in the girls, put on thoughtful faces. These were the parts we never thought out. Most of the time, our parents would have no problem dropping us off, and in the afternoons they'd have no problem picking us up either. But, it's night. And night is dark. TenTen's Aunt is most likely asleep, getting ready for her early shift at work in the morning, Ino's Mom and Dad, I swear to Kami I am not joking, are either fucking, drinking then fucking, or partying, drinking then fucking, and, well, who knows what Momoko is doing with Itachi right about now.
Sasuke pulled out his phone—an iPhone, all black cover with a Kanji symbol on the back in white—and checked the time. "It's 9: 08. The Hyuugas need to be home in twenty-two minutes and they live twenty minutes away. Whoever is—"
Neji interrupted him. "I'll drive. After all, I," He pulled out his Driver's License (he and TenTen are a year older than us), "do have my license. Come on, Hinata."
The porcelain girl nodded and quickly followed after her retreating cousin, but not without saying her goodbyes to everyone.
"BYE, HINATA-CHAN!" Naruto yelled above all of the mall chatter, making another baby drop its lollipop.
He's such a dunce.
Hinata's face turned as red as a stop sign, and she smiled nervously. "B-Bye, Naruto-kun."
Sasuke filed out soon after the Hyuugas, much to my utter sadness, because, well, I know it's cliché or whatever, but, I was just hoping that since now we're boyfriend and girlfriend he'd at least offer me a ride. But no. He didn't even say bye! Or give me a hug! He just ditched.
Ino noticed my pouting and patted my shoulder. "It's okay forehead. You can ride with me, Naruto and Shikamaru. You don't have to walk home and face the escalating chance of being raped, molested, or killed."
TenTen gave Ino a royal face-palm for me. "Whatever, Ino. I'll see you guys at school tomorrow during lunch, yes?"
Sophomores and Juniors have the same lunch period, whereas grades seven, eight and nine have the same lunchtime, and seniors eat in their own group. They don't have to share. Tch.
Losers.
She nodded. "Of course, buns."
With that, and a few exchanges of farewells, TenTen strolled off to the parking lot.
There was a long silence before anyone spoke, I mean, what could we talk about? Naruto was tired from eating the whole freaking menu, Shikamaru was lazy (well, tell me something new), Ino had no one to talk to, because I was too busy watching the retreating back of my newly pronounced boyfriend. I sighed. That's a…big word.
It's not like I've never had a boyfriend before. It's just that with every boyfriend I've ever had, Momoko would just show up and snatch him away. It's like she was always better than me, even in third, second, and first grade. It doesn't matter how old. She just is better. No one ever teased her, she's the one doing the teasing, she never gets rejected, she's the rejecter, and it seems like everything negative just passes over her and lands on me. I'm not complaining or anything, it's not like I can't take it, I just want one thing to go my way.
Just one thing. That's all I ask for.
Shikamaru sighed. "Alright then. Let's go."
He took the first steps to the mall's exit, and, one by one, I, Naruto, and Ino fell into a line behind him, because, in all honesty, half a mind told us to take the ride, the other half was screaming at us to run home, full speed ahead.
The Nara was only fourteen, his birthday a day before Ino's, and, well, would you trust a fourteen year old behind the wheel of a car? I don't care if his Dad owns the neighborhood Driving School, that's just crazy. Well, I mean, we all kind of got our permits early from Mr. Nara, including TenTen and Neji, because he promised he would twist the rules for all Konoha Academy students who got all As during the fourth quarter of the school year, and maximum two discipline points. Safe to say, we were all the perfect embodiment of the perfect students last year. It pays off, though, because I have a CAR!
Boom-pow.
We still had to do everything that the fifteen and sixteen year old Sophomores had to do, so, it wasn't like we were seriously breaking the law (as long as we didn't get caught).
The only serious problem that we could run into is if we get some jank police officer who is super bogus about the age thing. Younger officers understand, because they actually took the time to read the new rulebook! Older people are like, 'No, no, they're too young to eat mashed potatoes' and then we get tickets. That hasn't happened to me, though it happens to Shikamaru all the time.
The light flashed into the car, the white beam aimed right in my eyes.
Shikamaru got us pulled over. HE'S SUCH A DUMBASS!
The speed limit is forty-five, okay, so why is he pushing sixty? Why? Tell me why!
I should've just walked home.
The funny thing is that my house is only about fifteen minutes away from the mall, and he couldn't even make it there before an old, wrinkly, raisin of an officer pulled him over. Ino was on the verge of crying, for she wasn't used to such tense atmospheres that involved the risk of going to jail, I was pissed because I could actually be going to jail, and Naruto was just bored. I'm guessing this happened more than it was recycled in the school gossip.
"License, please," The old man straggled, moving the light again so he could see Ino whimpering in a fetal position in the back corner, next to me. His eyes widened in shock.
Shikamaru blushed. "I-I-I—It's not what it looks like. She's just being troublesome."
"Troublesome because she won't let your snake in her hole?!"
Naruto hurled his head out of the window, dry heaving in disgust. I could feel my stomach plummeting down into the ground. That is disgusting!
"Sir," Shikamaru pleaded with as much patience he could muster, "I'm just giving my three friends a ride home from the mall."
"Okay, then let me see your license, young man."
I could audibly hear Shikamaru gulp, and his hands gripped the steering wheel tighter, in a white-knuckle grip.
Ino started crying, murmuring something about getting eaten like a banana in jail.
Naruto groaned.
I sighed. Shikamaru is not as smart as the IQ test says!
He scratched his head. "Um…I don't have it with me…actually."
"Okay, then your Learner's Permit."
There was a pregnant pause.
"I…don't have…that…either."
The old man laughed maniacally. "Then what are you doing driving?"
Shikamaru, for the love of Kami, Shikamaru, think of something that can save all of our asses. Well, at least mine, because, I happen to like my ass. It's so round and squishy.
"I'm Nara Shikamaru, sir. I'm sure you've heard of my father, Nara Shikaku, the owner of the Konoha Driver's Education Academy down on Deer Road."
"Why, yes I have." He smiled, and for a quick second I thought that we were off the hook.
The old man looked so sweet with his dentures all bright and shiny as he smiled so nicely. I knew that this was going to be alright. Ino stopped wailing, and Naruto even gasped from the passenger seat.
It was all going to be—
"But that doesn't mean you're not going to be under any consequence. You can drop your little friends off to their homes because they had no idea you forgot your permit (psh, Shikamaru always forgets his permit), but I will be trailing you the whole way. I want you to stay the night at the station."
Shikamaru sighed. "Can't I just call my Dad?"
"No. You have to be put under a consequence. You did break the law."
He stared blankly at the smiling face of the white haired man that could play Santa Claus in the winter. "Can I pay it off once I get there?"
The police officer stroked his beard with his free hand. "I don't see why not."
Got a problem? Money will always be the answer.
My Mom was the first one sprinting out of the house when she saw the white, red, and blue lights following Shikamaru as he drove up into our driveway. She was in her robe and slippers, hair in rollers, and I pray she has on decent pajamas. You see, Kaa-san looks just like Momoko, with the exception of her hair being fire truck red and her eyes being a dark forest green color. So, yes, she's gorgeous. So, yes, if she's half-naked she might give the policeman a heart attack. So, yes, I want her in ugly PJ's and not her usual silk gown that could pass as lingerie.
And, just because I didn't want it, of course she was wearing it.
I opened the back door of Shikamaru's car in a hurry, and ran right in front of the woman who gave me life.
"Hi, Kaa-san!" I chirped with a goofy wave, "You should totally ignore the police car behind us. He's just there because our awesome meters are unlawful!"
She sighed tiredly, crossing her arms and sidestepping to the right. I sidestepped to the right too, blocking her way.
"Move, Cherry Blossom. I have to talk to the policeman."
I laughed, clapping my Mom's shoulder. "No, you don't. He's just waiting for the signal."
She gave me an incredulous stare. "What would this signal be, Sakura-san?"
My brain whirred for something believable, and my eyes searched for anything. Then, I saw it, faint but still golden and glorious, the 'M' lighting up the night sky beautifully. I threw two thumbs up in the officer's direction. "The Big Mac is in the wrapper!" I yelled slowly, as if it were a code.
I saw Shikamaru roll his eyes at my stupidity, and Naruto and Ino contented themselves with laughing deliriously at my predicament.
When the blue and white car refused to back out of my driveway I growled. "Fine. Talk to the man."
THE WORLD WANTS ME TO DIE!
I was chopping carrots for my salad with a butcher knife because I was feeling super sadistic. Momoko was peering over my shoulder, pestering me to no end. It was as if she wanted me to turn around and slit her throat. Gosh.
"I always knew that you were going to be a delinquent, Sakura…" She sang from behind me, whispering in my ear.
I tried to ignore her.
"Maybe you'll be on the newest episode of Juvie."
Maybe I'll be on the newest episode of Juvie for murder.
"I would TiVo that."
Just as I was about to put a permanent dent into our counter, I heard the front door slam closed with an echoing BOOM, and soon after my Mom stomping in.
She stopped in front of me, arms crossed, foot tapping impatiently on the hardwood flooring, eyes obviously tired. "Haruno Sakura, I thought you more responsible than to take a ride from a boy without a permit."
I muttered. "Shikamaru has a permit."
Mom exploded like a ticking time bomb, arms lashing out as if to hit me, but quickly she crossed them, he mouth in a tight line, eyes forcibly shut. Momoko snickered in the background. What a bitch…
"Go to your room, Momoko. I need to talk to your sister," Mom said carefully, trying to control her temper. Of the things I've inherited from my mother, I think the most prominent is my temper. Dad is more calm, tranquil, and extremely understanding. I don't know what happened to Momoko. She's just evil.
Speaking of the devil, she smiled. "Of course, Kaa-san," and with that she skipped up the stairs.
I started cutting the carrots faster, into small, barely visible shards. It wasn't necessary, but the heavy thump of the knife against the counter was somewhat comforting to me, and it was better than the silence.
She ran a hand through her red locks. "Alright, Sakura, I know this isn't your fault, but, I'm a mother. I get paranoid," She smiled, "Don't blame me. I would just think you would call your sister before anything else. She's been here all evening since about eight."
My interest suddenly skyrocketed as I brushed my carrot bits into my lettuce, crouton, shredded cheese, and chicken breast mix. Did my darling sister and her boyfriend get into a fight? Perhaps they broke up. Yes? YES!
I really hope so, because if they get married, Sasuke and I can't get married. Well, we can, but it'd just be a little weird. A little awkward. Just a touch.
"I thought she was on a date with Itachi," I murmured softly, pretending to search for my beloved Italian dressing that was in a cabinet below me. I love it. Crouching, I reached for the golden knob and swung the door open with a click. I wasn't really looking for the dressing though. I was really trying to avoid showing my mom the wide smile that had plastered onto my face when I heard her sigh, "Momoko said they got in a pretty big fight. She didn't say over what."
IT'S PARTY TIME!
I got up from my crouch and poured the mixture over my salad. "So sad," I pouted, putting on my sympathetic act, when I was partying inside, "They made such an (atrocious) adorable couple."
Mom nodded. "They do. I didn't say they broke up or anything."
Oh, stop raining on my parade.
"Well…how big was the fight?" I asked in between crunches of lettuce.
"I'm presuming large. I was just taking off my coat when she came rushing in, tears all over her face."
HALLELUJAH JESUS THE WORLD IS REVIVING ME!
I swallowed. "Oh, no!"
"Oh, yes. But, we should stop with the sorrowful news. How's it going with you and the younger Uchiha?"
I couldn't help the red blush playing on cheeks, or the happy smile.
"He asked me to be his girlfriend while we were at the mall,"
I didn't hear the creak of the stairs, or the quiet gasp in the background.
"And I said yeah."
I did hear my sister laugh silently, "Useful information, Sis…Useful information."
I hopped onto my bed, careful not to knock my laptop over. It's been months since I last posted a PublicPost and this one is getting crazy response, even from people I don't even really talk to. Like, well, I know who Naruto, Ino, TenTen and Hinata are, but, excuse me, who are these other losers?
I only added them because they're in my class.
I'll find out eventually, though. It's so funny because, lol, I think IQ is Shikamaru, even though he keeps on saying that he's not. I'm pretty sure, and, that's okay, because I think he knows who I am too. I don't care though. Shikashake can keep secrets.
My cell phone vibrated in my hand, and quickly,
Every time we touch, I get this feeling
And every time we kiss, I swear I can fly
Can't you feel my heart beat—
filled my ears, though I flipped the top open before Cascada could finish that verse. I didn't even have to check the Caller ID because, true to my Fave Five, only five people call me, and those people would be Kaa-san, Tou-san, Ino, Hinata, and TenTen.
Out of habit, I hummed, "Moshi moshi?"
Screams of unheard of decibels attacked my eardrums.
"WHOWHOWHOWHOWHOWHOWHOWHO!" Ino chanted repeatedly, sounding like a CD stuck on repeat.
I laughed, "Calm down, Pig. I won't tell unless you shush."
"Shut up, Ino!" TenTen ordered.
Hinata giggled. "Y-Y-Yeah, Ino. I want to know, too."
The other lines were on an echoing kind of silence, and I could hear my heart pounding in my chest. So, I was nervous. Doesn't every girl get nervous when they're about to tell their girl friends a huge happening that has to do with boys? I mean, it may just be me, though I doubt it, but, this close to school—which reminds me, I still have to pack my bags—which officially starts tomorrow, it's extremely risky.
Ino has a big mouth.
TenTen could circulate it to the Juniors.
Hinata has a habit of 'accidently' spilling.
I mean, I don't want the whole world knowing of me and Sasuke's undying love for each other.
I sighed. "I'll give you guys hints, okay?"
"Sure."
"N-No problem."
"IT'S KIBA!"
I removed my phone from my ear and stared inquisitively at the screen, pretending it was Ino's eager face. That was the third grade. Can't she let it go?
"Let me say the hints first, okay?"
Ino groaned. "Okay….IT'S NEJI!"
TenTen growled, and I could envision her throwing that softball that she's always tossing around at a random vase in her house. "It better not be!"
"I-I-It's not," Hinata laughed, "Calm down, TenTen-chan."
It is really hard trying to have a sensible conversation with them when it's pushing eleven. I glanced at my clock again, my eyes widening. It's ELEVEN O'CLOCK! I haven't even packed yet. Damn, damn, damn, damn—
"Tell us, Forehead. I'm tired and I don't want to look like the living dead tomorrow morning."
My heart pounded in my ears again. "Um-um…okay…its Sa—"
There were three quick knocks on my door before I could finish my sentence. "HOLD ON," I yelled, pressing the phone between my cheek and shoulder, and walking to my bedroom door and opening it.
My mouth fell agape, and I dropped my phone on the ground.
"We need to talk."
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sippIN0ndathater-ade: did Sakura hang up on you guys, too?
|[]-|[]: Yeah.
4Ev3rIllLov3U: Yes.
sippIN0ndathater-ade: …What do you think happened?
4Ev3rIllLov3U: IDK. She probably just dropped it.
|[]-|[]: You shouldn't worry. I bet she ran out of minutes. ANYWAY, I think I kno who Saku-chan is talking about.
sippIN0ndathater-ade: Me too! We'll say it at the same time, okay?
4Ev3rIllLov3U: Okay. Countdown! 5-4-3
|[]-|[]: two!
sippIN0ndathater-ade: ONE!
4Ev3rIllLov3U: Sasuke-san
|[]-|[]: Uchiha Sasuke, our favorite little bastard.
sippIN0ndathater-ade: SASORI!
|[]-|[]: And you honestly wonder y people call you dumb.
At first glance of the chocolate chip cookies in the platter that she was holding, and the smile on her face, I thought the world had gone wrong. Maybe it's opposite day. That would make a lot of sense. Why else would Sasuke ask me out? Why else would Itachi and Momoko get in a fight? Why else would the devil be smiling at me, offering me cookies?
My nose crumpled up. They could be poisoned.
I sneered. "What do you want?"
My sister glared at me, eyes narrowed evilly, and I just had to return the gesture, because giving was receiving, and she was about receive a mouthful of my fist! SHANARRO!
She shook her head, and smiled again. "I, little sister, would like to call a truce. I have Itachi, you have Sasuke—"
I leaned against my doorframe, arms crossed. "How do you know that I have Sasuke?"
"You talk loudly and I spy well." She deadpanned, before groaning tiredly. "Look, I didn't have to be nice and bake us cookies. I didn't have to be nice and knock on the door. And I sure as hell do not have to be nice and wait for you to let me in."
I turned to my side enough to let her in, though I did so cautiously. This could all be a trap. "Fine, you potty mouth."
Momoko laughed, and for the first time in years it sounded genuine, as she sat on my bed, placing the platter of cookies on my nightstand, but leaving one in her hand, offering it out for me. "Cookie? They're Granma's recipe."
I smiled. "Yeah, sure."
Granma's cookies~~! (Oh, don't pretend you've never seen that episode of SpongeBob!)
"This?" I questioned, holding up the shirt to my torso in experimentation.
Momoko slipped another cookie into her mouth as she debated with herself. "Eh…well…I like the blue one better. It's pretty on your skin."
"Really?!" Okay, so, yeah, I'm getting a little too excited, but it's not everyday that Momoko compliments me so straightly. It makes me feel good inside, almost whole. Imagine if all your life you've felt lesser to your elder sibling, and then, one day, they show up at your door with cookies and a smile, sending you all these compliments that are completely genuine. It's overwhelming in a good way.
She nodded. "Why would I lie?"
The question lingered in the air. She had plenty reason to lie. She had plenty reason to start being randomly nice to me. I'll admit it, I'm naïve and I tend to succumb to temptation. But, would Momoko really use that against me? Why would she? She is my older sister after all, and, no matter how evil she is, she has some decency. Right?
My thoughts rotated, some being recycled, and some new, but I still smiled as I threw the tank top in her direction. She caught it and tossed it into my third suitcase. We're packing.
We continued like that until my closet was bare, except for a few straggling t-shirts, jeans, and jackets, and tiredly I plopped onto my bed next to my redhead of a sister.
"So…have you thought about my proposition?" Momoko asked, laying down, resting her head on one of my pillows. I would've yelled at her, but I was too tired, already cuddling under my sheets and into a pillow.
I shrugged. "What was it again, Momoko?"
She sighed, getting up, closing the top of my laptop, and placing it on the ground. I wondered for a second if I ever logged off, but, that disappeared when she got back under the covers.
"That I get Itachi and you get Sasuke unless they break up with the both of us then its free territory."
She murmured, falling victim to sleep. Neither of us had changed into our pajamas, but that was the least of my concerns. Why would any of that matter?
"I don't think Itachi-san liking me would even be an option…?"
She stared blankly at me, her tone suddenly sharp. "Really? Because you would be so surprised."
Momoko twisted in the bed, yanking all the covers with her, her back against me.
The only thought running through my mind while my eyes slid closed was: What was all that about?
My alarm clock blared, forcing me awake, nothing but four hours later, and I embodied Ino's 'Living Dead' theory perfectly. I felt like a freaking zombie. I feel dirty. I need a shower.
Warily, I stripped the sheets off of me, and I was met by the morning cold. Dammit. I forgot how Mondays at six felt.
I looked around for Momoko, heck, I looked around for any trace of her, but I found none, none whatsoever. I raised an eyebrow but walked out of my room anyway, rubbing my eyes sleepily, and across the hall to the bathroom, only to run into a door.
WHO IN THE FUCKING HELL PUT A DOOR THERE!?!!?!
Then I heard my sister's (atrocious) singing, and then the rusty squeak of the shower being shut off, the water quietly trickling into nonexistence. I pulled my arm back, ready to knock on the maple like a mad(wo)man, but it swung open, and revealed a damp Momoko dressed in a red Aeropostale t-shirt that showed a little bit of her stomach and low-rise jeans with plenty of rips on them. The toothbrush was lazily lodged into her mouth, and my green towel was wrapped around her coral colored hair.
I sneered. "What were you doing in my bathroom?"
"Taking a shower, you should try it some time. I suggest soon."
So much for her being nice.
Unconsciously I pouted, and my shoulders even slumped. You could say I was hoping for a nicer sister, I was hoping for her to start a new chapter in her life, to turn a new leaf. BUT I GUESS NOT!
I whined. "Yeah, but you took all the hot water!"
"How would you know that?"
"It looks like a freaking sauna in there." I deadpanned.
She shrugged. "Oh well. Cold showers can wake up that dead look in your eyes."
Well, damn, aren't her eyes going to look dead when I'm done killing her! All I would have to do is finish shoving that toothbrush that is somehow still in her mouth down her throat, hence making her choke and DIE.
Thankfully, just as I was about to pounce, my parents' bedroom door creaked open, and my dad stepped out, stretching, yawning, and managing to look like he was sleep walking with his eyes open. It wasn't until his brown eyes landed on me that he snapped into reality. "Oh, what are you doing awake, Blossom?" He asked, ruffling his platinum blonde hair.
I groaned. "Trying to get my shower in before school, but Momoko used the one in my bathroom and took all the hot water!"
He nodded slowly, looking like he was seriously contemplating my argument. "Okay, your side of the story now, Peach."
Momoko wringed her hair out a final time, shrugging. "Her bathroom was closer than mine," Her voice was a little hard to understand, seeing as she had started brushing her teeth.
I distorted my face in disgust. Who does that? Who brushes their teeth while holding a normal conversation? That—that is weird.
My Dad, Haruno Satoshi, one of Konoha's most prominent surgeons, was somewhat my idol. I want to be a pediatrician when I grow up, always have, always will.
The man, the only man of the house, scratched his nose. "You can use our shower then, Sakura. We just got the Spa System fixed, so, why don't you test it out, Baby Girl?"
My face lit up thirteen shades as I literally jumped for joy. I stuck my tongue out at Momoko and I sprinted toward my parents' bathroom.
I HAVE WON THIS ROUND, BEEYOTCH!
A/N: This chapter kind of just flowed, because it is a placeholder/ set up / further characterization chapter so don't expect early updates often. I want to aim to update every week, as in every Friday or Saturday, which should be particularly easy seeing as the year is almost over.
Another reason I updated twice in one week is because I will not be updating on May 7, 2010 because we have an 8th Grade Graduation Dance which I will be preparing for basically the whole day. Then on Saturday, I'm sure I'll either be being a lazy hog or trying to write something up, but the chances of me finishing the next chapter in one day like this one are very slim.
Finally, I'm writing an Authoress Note, ne?
I have a question, though.
Which subject, out of each of the following choices, should the senseis teach?
Kakashi: a. Math (Algebra or Geometry) b. Computer Sciences or c. Social Studies
Kurenai: a. Math b. Social Science c. Just The Volleyball Coach or d. Theatre/Drama
Gai: a. English/Lit b. Gym c. Theatre or d. Some Type of Coach (Track, maybe?)
Asuma: a. Health b. Some Coach or c. Economics
Namikaze Minato (Naruto's Dad): a. Principal b. Government c. Dead (AWWW!) or d. Superintendent
Jiraiya: a. Chemistry b. Gym or c. Geography
Tsunade: a. Principal or b. Physics
Orochimaru: a. Biology Konoha b. Biology Sound or c. Principal of Sound
Danzo: a. Superintendent b. Member of the School Board or c. Random Dude w/ Too Many Bandages/ JANITOR lolz
Any more suggestions, I'm all ears. BTW, before you ask, Momoko means "peach" and, if you didn't know, Sakura means "cherry blossom". That's why Mr. Haruno called her a peach. Thanks for reading, and as always…
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~NaruBaby2496 (seethroughglass)