Hi! This is the chapter 2 and to remind you this is the edited version of the original. I'll edite every part I have made this far (chapters 1-7) so be patient I'm trying to do it fast but school is taking so much time and I have to do my job and go practise taekwondo and everything else, please be patient!

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Haruno Sakura: 16-year-old

Hyuuga Hinata: 16-year-old

Yamanaka Ino: 16-year-old

Ten-Ten: 16-year-old

Temari: 17-year-old

All the boys: 17-year-old


So now on the story! - - -


CHAPTER 2

- Bad decision leads to bad consequence -


SAKURA'S P.O.V

This is all Karin's fault. She always runs around tackling everyone and yells like some idiot and and and... Everything. If she and I were the last persons in the world I would commit a suicide. She is so annoying. Now that I'm bruised again my mom's going to freak out. This is like the 10th time and mom's loosing her patient.

Okay, Sakura breath in and calm down. Think about how nice it is to walk the same route as I always walk when I'm going home from school. Think how nice it is to pass the park and smell all the nice fragrances, to smell the watering smell of hot dog-stand. And the best is to see Rick. Rick's a stray dog who lives in a allay near my home. He's German shepherd.. I think. I'm not good recognizing dog breeds but he looks like a police dog.

The out of nowhere one yellow and black sports car's drove past me. Hmph.. Rich kids goofing around like there's no tomorrow. Why can't I goof around. I've deserve it. I'm a good girl, mom's little angel. Not everyone's so lu-

Oh! That smell! The hot dog-stand! Makes my mouth water everytime but I even though I've been a good girl, there's no hot dog for me.

I lift my head up to look the sky and stop walking.

"Thanks a lot, dad!" I yell annoyed to the sky. My life would be easier if he had stayed alive and helped mom but no. Someone had to go and get himself killed.

"Are you okay, miss?" I was broke off from my thoughts. I turned around to see middle aged man standing there confused. He had greyish stubble and messy hair and to crown his attire worn out jacket hanging loosly over his shoulders. Normal look here for men if you're too poor for buy new clothes.

"Eh?" Who the hell is this guy?

"You yelled to the skies, so something must be wrong." The guy's giving me the creeps.

"No nothing's wrong. I'm just yelling for fun." I said as I backed away slowly. After few steps I turned around and begin to walk faster. Mom's first advice when we moved here 'Do not ever talk to stranger who looks poor and suspicious!' and I'm not going to forget about it.

After I was 100% sure the guy wasn't fallowing me I looked back and proved myself right.

Hinata wonders why I don't like talking about my dad much but there just isn't much to talk about him. He betrayed us and ripped the trust apart. It's mean to hate your own dad but I have never had a feeling that he was my dad. I don't know why but it's weird that I have features from my mom like my forehead... My big big forehead. My wall of shame. And mom says I have the same shaped head like her so guess I believe her. But the problem comes when I try to find features from my dad, I don't see any. Mom's explonation is that her and dad's features had mixed up and the result is what it is. When I was like eleven to twelve I had dreams that I had a different dad and not my real dad. And of course what stupid child I am I came to conclusions that dad wasn't my real dad. I got a really big tantrum wanting to know who he really is but they got me mediated. Finally I excepted that dad is my dad but stil that weird feeling was always there.

Finally I got to the near by alley. When you're thinking the time goes by really fast.

"Rick. Rick are you there?" I speaked quietly looking around to see signs of him.

About three or four meters away from me behing a trashcan I heard something moving. I neared the trashcan slowly and then this big brown dog jumped in front of me and I squealed.

"Oh my god! Rick, you scared me." After the dog recognized me he came to me and started to sniff my left knee.

"You can smell that I had hurt my knee?" I said as I patted his head.

"I brought you something." I took my bag off from my shoulder and put it on the groung crouching over it. Rick tried to stick his head in my bag but I pulled him off saying "Calm down." I digged my bag some more and finally found what I was looking for, plastic cup with cover. There was yesterdays food in that cup and I opened the cover and placed it on the ground infront of him. He immediately sticked his snout in the food and started to eat it. I looked as he eat it and petted him at the sametime. I've heard stray dog's attacking people because they're too close to the dog's food which triggers a aggression to protect the food but Rick never has attacked me no matter how close I am. Maybe he was some family's pet before he got lost and came here.

When Rick was ready I took the cup from him and put the cover on it and placed back in my bag.

"Well, I have to go now. I'll see you tomorrow. Bye!" I said to him and he turned back to where he came. I've tought him that when I say 'Bye' he goes and hides basically goes back to his own things. I'm just really worried dogcatcher will find him and take him but after that he might get a better home or put him asleep forever. Forever... That was really cliche. But seriously.

I continued my way home.

Noises became more loud because of the train tracks over my house. The noise is a sign I'm close to home. I wanna go and sit on my bed with an ice bag on my leg and painkillers.

The weather started to chill and my breath begin to vaporize. I put my hand in my hoodies poket. Tomorrow I'll take my jacket to school if the weather is the same. It's getting colder everyday. Mom bought me a new jacket last year from Jacose's and it's the most expensive clothing I have and will have for a while. It costed like 100 dollars or more. Mom didn't say the real price for me not to start yelling at her spending all our money on me.

My winter jacket is not the coolest jacket in world but it's warm and nice, so who cares. Not me. And buying clothe from a real clothing store is kind of weird for me. I'm used to clothes from flea market. Like my new pair of jeans. I bought them last week and they only costed like 5 to 10 dollars. I don't care if they are worn by someone else at least they do the job of keeping me warm and clothed. The biggest plus is that they are cheap.

Small snowflake fell in front of me and sigh left from my mouth.

"We need to fix the heating system."

I arrived. I took my hand from my pocket and looked at my watch. It's already 5 pm. I was slow this time.

I turned left and took a step forward. I was directly in front of our house. It's not a house it's a slum house. It's not big and we only have kitchen, living room/bedroom, small bathroom and little hallway so it's not big at all. We even sleep in our living room. We don't have a couch but bed goes as couches and I also sleep in the same bed with my mom. We had to sell my bed to get some money to pay bill. After that I have slept in the same that my mom and dad shared.

Many of you have already guessed it. We're poor. We don't have money to spent like those guys who drove past me earlier or we can't go eat junk food twice a month. The reason for our living conditions is my dad. He hid things from my mom like being addicted to gambling and when bank wouldn't lend him money anymore because of his debts he went to loansharks. He got in really big trouble. He couldn't pay back the money when they came to collect it and the next thing I remember is me and mom sitting in hospital. They had shot him twice and he was taken there. Unfortunately he died in blood-loss. As we got home there were blood everywhere. It was traumtic sight and to know that it was human's blood made it worst. Mom and me cleaned the house two full days and kept doors and windows open to get rid of the smell of blood. But it has been now almost ten years and for our sake the debt from the loansharks was paid when dad died. Now we have to struggle with the loan from the bank which isn't small at all and try to pay other bills. And it doesn't get any better because we haven't even paid near half of the loan and two monts pay haven't been paid.

I have tried to look for a job but when I find a good one mom usually forbids me to get it because studying is more important that working. In our situation I think otherwise. We need money and I could get but no. Mom is really stubborn person. One of the qualities I have gotten from her.

I took the steps and came to the front door. I took my keys from my bag. I had to search them under my books until I found them and opened the door. The door made annoying creak sound as to informate 'I'm home.'

"Sakura?" Asked soft voice as I closed the door behind me with a thud.

"Who else." I answered sarcastically smiling.

"Boogie-monster." My mom laughed from the kitchen.

I bend down letting my school bag fall on the carpet as I untied my combat boots. They come in hand when you want to kick someones ass. I got up and took my jacket off and hung it on the coat rack.

"How was the school today?" Mom asked demended and I walked to the kitchen answering "Cool."

I stood at the door for a while examining the room. Mom was sitting on the table that was covered in papers. I assume they are bills. I continued to walk towards the table about to sit when mom interrupted me, "Stop.." She lifted her finger to me, "What happened?".

"What, what happened?" I laughed little nervous.

"You're leg." She said shortly and lifted her head to look at me from her papers.

"It's nothing." I waved my hand and continued my way to sit opposite side of her.

"If you hurt my baby, I'm gonna hurt you." Her voice hadn't been this serious for a while.

"I just fell down and hurt my knee so nothing to worry about. You don't have to exaggerate everything." I crossed my arms over my chest and pouted.

Mom started to answer, "I'm a mother who wants to take-"

"I don't wanna talk about this!" I moved my hand to block my ears and closed my eyes. I was like that for few second and put my hands down and opened my eyes.

I kept examining her as she scratched her head frustrated and sighing loudly.

"What?" I couldn't help myself, I wanted to know why she was so frustrated.

"What? What?" She didn't even lift her eyes to me.

"What are you doing?"

"Calculating, because we're running low with money." She explained and wrote something on the paper.

"What a suprise." I mumbled under my breath.

"I already paid the water bill and the electricity bill but..." She drifted.

"But?" I don't like when mom does that, she says something and then drifts and I can't get the answer right away. It's really annoying!

"But that means you can't go to the school trip." She ended her sentence.

I lifted my leg on the chair and pulled it close to my chest.

"We've been through this conversation before, mom. I know I can't go there and I have accepted it already. I wouldn't care less if I could go there or not." I explained displeased, because of the conversation.

"I know that tone.." She lifted her eyes to me and took her glsses off of her face.

I tried to avoid her eyes.

"Fine! I want to go there." I whined childlike and humped on the chair.

"I'm sorry, honey." My rested her hands on the table.

"I know a way to get money!" I suddenly chirped happily.

Mom rised her brows.

"I'll get a job!" I added quick and full of hope.

"No." Was her simple answer.

"Mom, please" I whined again.

"I said no and that's final." She said and put her glasses back to her face.

"It's not that bad if I get a job. We get more money and I could go to the school trips and everything!" I tried again.

"School first then job. You have plenty of time to work in the future." Mom say demandingly.

"That's stupid." I put my head on the table.

We stayed silent for a moment. Only sound that came was when mom wrote something on the paper.

I wanted to get a job. We could do much better if I got one. Determinated again I begin to beg, "At this rate I don't even have the strenght to go to school let alone get up in the mornings. I'm a growing teenager. I need proper food." I continued to demand. The look on moms face wasn't very happy.

She breathed in and blowed it out, "I don't want to talk about this. I have a job interview for tomorrow and I might get a job if the interview goes well and getting the job means more money. But for now end of disscussion."

"Hmph..." I grunted. I wanted to change the subject. Turning mom's head in this subject was impossible so I continued, "Have you paid the loan back to Mr. Kimoto?". As a matter in fact I could care less about that man. He's one of those men who should be put in jail and never let out. I would be more than happy to do that.

"Yeah, last month, but I guess I have to lend more money from him." She said it like it was nothing. Like it was something casual.

"No!" I protested getting up from my chair. Mom lifted her head to look at me.

"You said we need money to buy proper food instead of bread and porrige. And we need to get new vacuum cleaner." She explained.

"I don't care! You're not going to lend more money from that moron. He always has such strange conditions. Last t-"

Mom cut me off, "Sakura! Don't remind me of that. It was the only way to get you the antibiotics and his other conditions weren't as bad as that." She knew what I was talking about. We have talked about it before and it usually ends up her ignoring my words. She tried to calm me down but I was getting more and more frustrated. She leaned her elbows on the table and leaned on them.

"I can take one more condition, I'm not a weak woman. I can take care of myself." She assured me too calmly. I wasn't going to fall for that.

"No, you'll not take any contact to him." I kept insisting not much careing for her words.

She rose from her seat and walked next to me putting her hand on my shoulder, "Sak-" She begin.

I took her hand off, "I'm gonna do my homework." I said quietly and left the room. I couldn't talk about this anymore.


SAKURA'S MOTHER'S P.O.V

Only thing I could do was sigh. She can be so stubborn at times and that's good in this cruel word. I can't even imagine her out there alone if she wasn't so stubborn and strong person. She may act like she's not strong but she is and why I know it, is 'cause it's mother's sixth instict to know their child. Always taking care of me, even though I don't need her patronizing.

Smiling to myself I stand where Sakura left me. Little laugh erupted from my mouth as I turned myself to look at my daughter who now was sitting on our bed doing her homework. I, being really stupid, didn't even care about school at her age. Life would be easier if I had. You can't change the past even if you wanted to.

Still smiling I made my way back to the table and sat on the chair I had earlier sat. Taking the ballpoint on my hand and about to continue calculating my thoughts drifted back to Sakura. I may look stupid sitting in my kitchen and smiling. But every mom does it, right?

I just love her.


SAKURA'S P.O.V

Annoying! How can she take it so calmly, like it was normal rutine for her. These are the times I wish I had a frying pan or rolling pan to hit some sense in her thick scull. Unfortunately we don't have eather one of them.

Mom walked in the room and stood before me looking at my homework and me. "Don't look so morose, you'll get wrinkles and you're only 16. I got my wrinkles because I was really morose when I was at your age." She said it like nothing happened awhile ago.

I lifted my head to look her. She was eating an apple. As she bite down it the voice pissed me off, "I'm like doing my homework so if you could go somewhere else munch that apple." I turned my attention bakc to my homework.

Apparently she didn't care about my comment and made herself comfortable next me on the bed.

"I thought you were going to the orphanage, today." She said between her bites.

"And you bought apples." I said after her.

"Yeah and bread, if you're hungry go help yourself some." She smiled at me.

"No, they are on a trip today at the park." I asnwered her question.

"Why didn't you go with them?" She looked dumbfounded.

"You told me not to get a job." I said annoyed.

"Eh?"

"She was willing to pay me if I had gone with them." I explained.

"Well, pratically that wasn't even a job offer so you could have just go there." She eat her apple and was now holding it on her hand.

I turned my full attenton bakc to my mother. "I would not want to talk about this today."

"Fine." She turned her head away childlike and I turned back to my homework.

"And stop acting like 5-year-old, you look stupid." I splattered at her like an adult for a child.

"And you stop acting like an adult." She smirked back at me.

I couldn't help but smile at her. This is why we don't fight much because we enjoy each others company.

"I'm gonna go for a walk so stay her, I'll be back." She ruffled my hair and left to the hall.

It took her only few minutes to get ready and leave the house. I was alone now. The house was silent and you could hear the wind blowing outside the walls. I rose from my position and walked to our full lenght mirror in the hall.

As I stood in front of it I wasn't pleased. I switched my position to look my body. No matter what angle I still looked terrible eventually I just stood there. I'm not sure how long I had been standing there but I guess awhile. I took a step closer to the mirror to look at my face. First thing that got my mind was thin. I looked so pale and tired. My skin was like a white sheet and I have these dark eye bags under my eyes. My lips were a bit dry and weren't puff at all like those girls in our school or Hinata. I lifted my hand to my hair and too a strang of it in my hand. My hair was dry too - I don't have afford to buy conditioners and shampoos.

After studying my face I begin to take my hoodie off. My hoodies are over-sized and colorful which cover's my whole upper body. Few people that I know at school remember me as the girl with hoodie or Hinata's friend but mostly from my hoodies. My P.E teacher even calls me "You with the hoodie." and I seriously wear hoodies in gym class and I'm not joking. I took my time taking it off and placing it on the floor next to the mirror. After setting the hoodie I fixed my top by pulling it down.

Now viewing my whole body doesn't make things any better. I'm a walking skeleton. Maybe not skeleton but I'm only skin and bones. The top that I was wearing cladly didn't show my ribs. have been mistaken from anorexic but this isn't my desicion. Eating is not something I hate but we simply don't have enough money and growing teenager I am, I lose weight much easier than normal adult even though I don't exercise.

The kitchen's window was open and chilly wind blow from it making me grap my hoodie and putting it back on. I walked to the kitchen to close the window and taking some bread from the cabinet. I ate it in silence with some water. Eventually going to sleep.


SASUKE'S P.O.V

I was standing in our living room trying not to lose my temper.

"No." I replied monotonicly, fighting against the feeling of locking myself in my room.

"Oh come on Sasuke. It's not that bad." My mom Mikoto comforted me with smile. Her voice sounded a bit annoyed.

"Hn." I cross my hand to my chest and turned my head away from her.

"All you have to do is take your old clothes to the orphanage. That's all I'm asking." She explains.

"Why can't one of the maids do it?" I said back. You could hear a little whine in my voice, but Uchiha I am, I can pretty much hide most of my feelings.

"You're the heir to Sharingan Corp.'s boss. Now is the perfect time to build you image. Taking your old clothes to orphanage is good for it." Mom assured and explained with her hands by putting them together.

"Why Itachi can't be the heir!" I asked annoyed.

"Because he doesn't want to and he is studying to become a doctor." My mom explains. Annoying older brother who wants to be a doctor insted of being heir. He's the older one! He should inherit the company and not me.

"Well I want to be trashman. So what's the difference." I snapped back sarcastically.

Mom's face twisted. She was getting more and more upset for this subject.

"He he. Really funny. You're going to take these clothes there. Woman named Mica is waiting for you so when you arrive there ask for her." Her learned Uchiha authority came out.

Uchiha's are know for their intelligent and authority. That's how we get everybody bow before us and my dad's a good example for that. If he wanted he might even get the president bow for him. That's how the authority works. We say and everyone else obeys. I already knew I couldn't win this match I still had to try.

"Bu-" I continued to protest.

"No buts! My word is final!" Mom said rising her voice.

We both went silent and no words came out anymore. For both of ours sake the silence was broken when one of the maids came the room, "Mrs. Uchiha?" She asked.

"Oh! Yes, of course." My mom answers and left with her. Before she left completely she looked at me with a serious face.

I was left alone in the living room. Walking around the room I calmed my nerves and thought about something else that doesn't contain screaming and running children. I ran my hands through my hair frustraited. Not matter how hard I try I can't get rid of the idea of screaming children.

I seriously don't want to go some orphanage.

As I walked I didn't even notice walking in to my room. Feeling tired I walked to my bed and fall on it. The clean silk sheets felt cool as they touched my skin making me more tired and wanting to just lay there and not to move. My eyes closed automatically and I drifted in some kind of sleep.

I'm not sure how long I laid there my eyes closed but I knew I couldn't go to sleep without going in to shower first. My body was against the idea of moving but I was determinated useing the shower before going to sleep, I finally got myself up from the bed and slouched in the bathroom.

After the shower I wrapped a towel around my waist and walked out of the bathroom.

I looked at my iphone which was on my nighstand and walked to it looking at the screening with frown. Somebody had called to me. I opened it an the familiar name was on the screen, Naruto.

"I'll call him tomorrow." I put my phone back on the nightstand sighing deeply.


SAKURA'S P.O.V

I started to wake up. I still wanted to sleep and gladly my alarm clock hadn't ringed yet.

I'm a pretty light sleeper I wake up even when it starts to rain.

My ears got some whispering or low talking.

"No" somebody whispered.

That was mom. I begin to open my eyes slowly.

"That's my only condition. If you don't except it then there's no deal." man talked. Wait. Man.

I sat up fast from laid position.

"Please! Is there anything else you want?" someone prayed. I turned my head towards out hall.

"No. I'll give you one week. When the week is over I'll contact you and you will tell your decision." somebody said and our front door opened and closed.

Then a realization hit me.

"Mom! I'm going to kill you!" I yell to my mom.

I got up from the bed and ran to the hall where she was standing biting her finger nails.

"How could you!" I demanded from her as I strormed in front of her.

"I'm really sorry honey. But we don't have any other choice." my mom tried to explain.

I crossed my hand over my chest. "I just can't believe you did it… What did he want?" I demanded again.

"Umm.. Nothing important" she started to get more nervous.

"Mom.." I demanded again.

"You're not going to like it" she said.


SASUKE'S P.O.V

RIIIING! RIIIIING!

"Ung… Shut up…" I mumbled to my pillow as my alarm clock went on.

RIIING! RIIING!

"FINE! I'm wake!" I yelled to my alarm clock and turned it off.

I got up from bed and started to walk to windows to open my drapes. Sun was shone bright in the sky and I had to stir my eyes because they weren't used to the light yet. After I got used to the light I headed to the bathroom.

I was wearing only long pj pants. My hair was messy because of sleeping. I had abs any guy would want and any girl drooled after.


DOWNSTAIRS

"Mom?" I came down the stairs.

Our house is one of the modern housing in the world. My dad designed and built it. We have computer program all over the house. It take's care of every electronic device we have. We just have to tell command like turn the TV on and it will do it.

"Young master your mother is not home right now." Our butler came.

"Then where is she?" I asked.

"She had to go design her next catwalk show which is kept in France. Her flight left an hour ago." butler explained to me.

"Hn"

"Oh and your mother told me to remind you about the clothes you need to take to the orphanage." butler continued.

"Great…" I said and went to kitchen.

There were two maids cleaning the floor.

"Leave" I told them and they left bowing as they passed me.

I started to make myself breakfast. Two sandwich and orange juice.

I ate them in silence and after 30 minutes I looked at my clock. Still 20 mins before school starts. I got up from the glass table and went to my room to get my school stuff. I packed my bag whit books and closed it as I walked to out garage.

"Which car should I take?" I asked to myself.

I got three cars. First is my new black Lamborgini Aventador, second is red Ferrari and third is my first car black Hummer H3x.

I took my Lamborgini.


A/N

The part where Sakura' mom drifts and doesn't end her sentence I got from my mom and me. My mom often does that and it annoys me to end. I'm known for being really patient but when you had to listen the same thing almost your whole life it gets annoying. And don't get the idea that I don't love my mom, I really do love her.

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