I’m alive and kicking! It feels so good to update all my old stories. I hope to finish them. Thank you so much for your reviews and supports. If it weren’t for my reviewers, I would’ve quit a long time ago. Much love to all of you!!!

Disclaimer: I do not own… aw c’mon, do we really have to go through with this. I don’t own Naruto OKAY? ARE YOU HAPPY????

I also don’t own Prada, Dior, Louis Vutton, Gucci, iPhones, or Anne of Green Gables.

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“WHOA! THIS PLACE IS FRIGGIN HUGE!” Tenten yelled, even though she was in a limo seated beside her best friend. She couldn’t hide the obvious awe in her voice. The fancy schmancy brochures for the school were impressive, but being there in person was like a spiritual experience. Her brown eyes were full of shock as she turned to Sakura. “DO YOU SEE THAT?”

Sakura giggled “Yes Tenten, its very big. I can’t believe we’re going to school here! How wonderful!” Already her thoughts were full of making new friends and enjoying a peaceful, quiet, respectable environment. No more Sakura-the-loser! Today, she was Sakura Haruno and it felt good. Now she could finally be herself and not be made fun of for it. These rich famous kids were certain to be welcoming. After all, were they not all in the same boat together? Sakura smiled at the pleasant (and very naïve) thought.

The limo screeched to a halt in front of a grand entrance to what looked like the State Courthouse which was in fact the main hall. Tall, and practically screaming of wealth, the building was a strict reminder of how rich Sakura was now. She nervously ran her fingers through her freshly trimmed pink hair. Instead of long and floppy like she usually wore it, Kurenai arranged for it to be cut according to the latest comfortable style. The hair near her face was cut just so it brushed the bottom of her chin, while the rest hung down to her bra line, gently curving to her back.

Her contact lenses were incredible. She almost forgot she was wearing them. It was a huge contrast to the contacts she tried wearing about six months prior. Everything seemed to work perfectly just because she had money. In the end, that seemed to be all that mattered in this flashy world.

The chauffeur opened the door, startling the girl. He chuckled lowly, obviously used to her absentmindedness. Blushing a little, Sakura climbed out the limousine with Tenten close behind her.

The first thing she noticed about the students was the designer wear. EVERYONE was decked from head to toe in brand name clothes. Prada, Louis Vutton, Dior, Gucci… it was everything she had ever wished for as a fashion conscientious pre-teen. Once her Mom died she stopped caring so much about clothes, and focused on helping other people instead.

The second thing she noticed was that everyone was drop dead gorgeous. No lie. Voluptuous blondes in miniskirts bearing their long, flawless legs glided by. Tall, handsome boys with their hair sexily mussed according to the latest fashions followed close after them. As a girl, she immediately noticed that she was probably the only B cup around. She was also the only person with pink hair.

Tenten, oblivious to Sakura’s inner concerns, nudged her friend with her elbow. “I don’t think we’re in Kansas anymore, eh?”

“Um…” Sakura was too concerned to chuckle at her friend’s carefree joke “Yeah…”

Tenten frowned “Hey, don’t worry abou-“

None other than Neji Hyuga cut her off. Hinata, who blushed and waved shyly before hiding behind her cousins’ back, closely followed him. Neji, ignoring Hinata and Tenten, walked straight toward Sakura. “According to our Father’s I’m supposed to be showing you around this institution. Of course none of this is voluntary, so after the tour do not delude yourself into thinking we are friends. As soon as this is over with, I will have nothing to do with you outside of our parent’s association, do I make myself clear?”

Sakura swallowed loudly. “Yes…”

He fixed her with his gray eyes “Yes sir?”

Her head lowered “Yes si-“

“HOLD ON A SECOND!” Tenten bellowed in fury, breaking the interaction. “Who the hell died and made you queen?”

Neji blinked calmly. “Excuse me?”

“You heard me right, sir” she sneered, stepping up close until she completely invaded his personal space. Her dark brown eyes challenged his. She propped her hands on her hips, looking ready to kill. “Just what is your goddamn problem anyway? Sakura doesn’t have to answer to you! I don’t have to answer to you! You’re not the ruler here, and I’m sure we can find our way around the friggin institution without your help, thank you!”

Neji, refusing to lose his cool, retained eye contact with a callousness only known to the Hyuga family. His cousin was shivering from behind him. He didn’t care about her or anyone else. Right now, all that mattered was putting the stupid brunette in her place. “Who are you anyway?”

“No, the question is, WHO ARE YOU? You must think you’re mighty important, walking around with your Fabio hair and spending Daddy’s money! Is that why you’re so uptight? Huh? You think you DESERVE this! No one deserves this life more than my best friend, and I’m not having it ruined on account of your stupid attitude!”

“Just as I thought.” His voice was dangerous in its iciness. “You’re a nobody.”

“And you’re the ugliest looking drag queen I’ve ever seen.” She sneered back.

The crowd, which had formed around them during this little interaction, gasped. No one talked to Neji Hyuga that way and survived. There was a reason why he was the top of this elite food chain. Whispers broke out and scattered like the wind.

Neji’s gray eyes narrowed “You will regret this, Nobody.”

He whirled around and stalked off, not giving Tenten the time to come up with a decent retort. The brunette realized that and stamped her feet. “Damn it! He got the last word!” she fumed.

The crowd of elite juveniles began to separate as they realized that the drama was over, for now. There were a lot of glances thrown their way, but none were friendly. Sakura noticed that with a cold shiver. Weren’t the rich kids supposed to be nice? Kurenai had assured her that she would make plenty of friends. Where were they?

Oh well, it didn’t matter. At least she had one good friend. She wrapped an arm around Tenten’s shoulder. “There, there, you’ll get the last word some other time.” she soothed, using her fingers to massage her best friend’s scalp.

“Yeah.” Tenten released all her tension in a long sigh. “Let’s go find our class.”

“Um!” a tiny voice squeaked from behind them. The two girls turned. It was Hinata Hyuga. She had risked her cousin’s wrath by staying.

Sakura blinked in surprise “Hinata! Why aren’t you with Neji?”

The shorter girl ducked her head to hide her oncoming blush. “I-I-I just w-w-wanted to-to say th-that Neji w-was being un-unfair?” the last word came out as a question. “D-d-don’t bl-blame him, h-he has pr-problems… ev-everyone here d-does.” She gasped, realizing that she had said too much. Her light lavender eyes were suddenly full of fear “Um-um! I ha-have to go! B-bye!” she hurried off.

Sakura and Tenten exchanged a confused glance. “That was strange.” Tenten said after a pause. “What do you think she meant?”

Sakura gnawed on her lower lip, replaying the little piece of dialogue in her head. There were so many ways to interpret it. Just then the bell rang. At least Starsbury and her old High School shared one thing in common. “I really don’t know…” she admitted, “Let’s find our way to class.”

“Okay!” Tenten grinned. She reached into the back of her ripped jeans pocket. Unlike Sakura, she had opted to stick to her grungy, vintage look rather than ‘give in to the man’ and wear ‘stuck up, rich brat’ clothes. She produced a wrinkled piece of paper that when unfolded turned out to be two pieces of paper. “This is the map to the school and this one is our class schedule… oooh! We share three classes including P.E. Yay us!”

Sakura absentmindedly high-fived her friend while still looking over her shoulder. Moving like a twin headed creature, the girls slowly walked through the open doors and into the grandiose hall. If they had looked up for just one second they would have been in utter shock at the outrageous beauty of the Main Hall. They barely noticed the marble tile which Tenten’s shoes squeaked across.

“Okay we share homeroom which is a plus. Hopefully by then someone will get their head out of their as-ouch!” Both girls ran into something hard and landed on their butts. Moaning and rubbing the offended item, they glanced up. It was a person. It was difficult making out the person’s features since their head was blocking the fluorescent light above. The person bent over.

“I am so sorry guys! Here let me help you up.” A husky female voice cried.

Encouraged by the sincerity in the girl’s voice they both extended an arm. The girl pulled them up easily, undaunted by their combined weights. She leaned over and brushed them off, even though the floor was spotlessly clean.

“I thought you could see me.” The girl bashfully admitted. She was tall, regal, and exotically gorgeous. Her honey blonde hair was pulled up into four spiky ponytails, making Tenten’s own spiky do look like child’s play. Her dark green catlike eyes were full of concern. Her pink lips formed a worried ‘o’. She wore clothes that outmatched even Tenten’s gothic-meets-hipster attire. A red and black swirled tube top clung to her like a second skin over the black fishnet which seemed to cover her from the neck and down. Her black skirt was practically microscopic, but she prevented guys from getting any peeks by wearing black Capri tights lined with grinning white skulls. She wore black and white converse, one had neon green shoelaces the other had red. A red choker with what looked to be real diamonds adorned her neck, perfectly matching her red gloves with the fingers sliced off. “So sorry about that guys. I was just coming over to tell you how awesome I think you are.”

“Huh?” Sakura was still a little flabbergasted by the whole situation.

“Please,” Tenten made a shooing gesture with her hands “Do go on.”

The girl laughed again. “You know, with the whole Neji thing. That was so badass! I swear, everyone here bitches about each other but they’re too scared of confrontation to do anything! What you did was awesome. You are officially my hero!”

With the way Tenten was staring at her, it was obvious that her sentiments were similar. Here in the flesh stood her fashion hero, Sabaku no Temari, Japanese model turned worldwide rock music superstar. “Oh my god! I just realized who you are!”

Temari flushed “Please, don’t make a big deal about it.”

Tenten’s eyes were shining with undaunted adoration. She was two seconds away from falling on her knees and worshipping the girl before her. Thankfully Sakura was there to squeeze her arm and bring her back to reality. “We’re late for class” she whispered in her friend’s ear, hoping to break her out of her reverie.

“Oh that’s right!” she smacked her forehead “I almost forgot! The bell just rang.”

Temari’s lip curled up on one side “Yeah, that’s kind of why we ran into each other. I was rushing to meet you on my way to class. Don’t worry about it though, you’ve still got time for the next bell.” Just then it rang. She grimaced “Okay now you should worry.”

“Can you help us find this classroom?” Sakura asked, pointing to a block on her map.

“Yeah, it’s right there by the water cooler.” The girls turned. At their school it was just a fountain, here people only drank from bottles, and that was only if the water was fresh from the Alps of course. Tenten gaped.

“Thank you so much! Goodbye!” The pink haired girl yanked her friend’s arm.

“Uh, bye.” Tenten muttered, still a little star struck.

They were almost to the classroom when Temari called out to them again “Hey guys, please don’t think too much about Neji’s attitude. He’s needs surgery you know.”

Their eyes widened. They exchanged a shocked glance. “Surgery?” Sakura gasped, suddenly feeling guilty for Tenten’s brass behavior “For what?”

Temari’s look of concern changed to a cheeky grin “To get that ten foot pole out his ass.”

Sakura flushed a little, but Tenten laughed uproariously as the pushed the door open and entered the classroom….

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There was silence. You could hear a fly rubbing its legs together. All movement and breathing halted. Sakura and Tenten stood side bye side in the entrance, staring wide eyed at the group before them. The teacher, also stunned by their arrival, quickly snapped out of it. His one visible eye winked at the girls. “Well, you must be the new kids, yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“Yeah?”

Tenten turned red “ENOUGH ALREADY!”

Silence once more. The teacher, who could’ve been a girl or a boy, flipped his long blonde ponytail over his shoulder and smiled. “You got spunk. I like that, yeah?”

Sakura smiled eagerly “Yeah.”

“Yeah?”

Tenten glowered.

He cleared his throat. “Okay class, I’d like to introduce you to miss Sakura Haruno, heiress of the Haruno Hotel, two major casinos in Vegas, a cruise line, and a couple good investments, yeah?” He waited, as if the class was going to burst into applause. The Students, who were too used to Hollywood to be star struck, just stared at her instead.

“And this is her friend… Tenten.” He frowned at the sheet of paper in his feminine hands “No last name, yeah?”

“Nope.” Tenten popped her lips. “Just Tenten.”

“Okay. Please sit down, yeah?”

Sakura opened her mouth but was quickly silenced by a harsh glare from her best friend. She smiled meekly and scanned the classroom instead. Everything certainly was well financed. The desks looked brand new, and bigger than desks in other schools. The seats were cushioned and everyone had their own laptop with the Starsbury insignia on emblazed on it. She saw an empty desk somewhere near the middle and one in the back, but no two side by side. Dismayed, she shot her friend a mournful look before trudging towards the seat in the middle. She knew Tenten would kill her if she didn’t have the seat in the back with her fellow slackers.

The seats were comfortable, extremely comfortable. That was always a good sign, right? She smoothed her denim skirt out and turned to her right with her warmest smile. “Hi I’m-“

The person on her right, a stunning blonde, held up her hand-palm facing Sakura “I really don’t care.”

Wow, that was kind of mean. Sakura bit her lip. Okay, there was always the person on her left. She turned but then thought better about it. Neji Hyuga. Of all the rotten luck. She shook her head, trying to dispel the negative thoughts. If she walked in thinking bad things, then bad things would happen. She would keep a positive attitude no matter what!

“Okay class, so my job is just to keep you occupied until assembly, yeah? So you can talk or whatever because my lesson plan magically disappeared.” He glared at a blonde boy with spiky hair sitting two rows behind Sakura. The boy covered his mouth to hide his snickers, but his bright blue eyes shone with laughter giving him away. To her surprise the teacher brushed it aside “Oh well, less work for me, yeah? I can just fail you guys anyway.”

Sakura gave a sharp gasp. Fail her? No! What would her Father think? The rest of the class seemed unfazed. One girl held up an expensive iPhone, which by the looks of it hadn’t been released yet, and began texting in plain view of the teacher. “I can’t fail! Father will be so disappointed!” she said in a soft voice, wringing her hands concernedly.

“He won’t really fail us, dumbass.” The blonde girl from her right snapped abruptly. “We all have enough money to buy an A out of him.”

Sakura was appalled “You mean…” she lowered her head to whisper the dreaded word “Bribery?”

The girl rolled her eyes and sighed. “Le-duh! Jeez have you been living under a rock or something? With those clothes, I’d guess the answer is yes.”

She glanced down at her clothes, feeling sudden shame. Kurenai had painstakingly picked them out for her and helped do her hair. In a weird way, the woman was becoming something of a mother figure to her. She wore whatever Kurenai planned with pride, knowing that she did it all for her. Now this girl was trying to take that all away with her sharp words. She shrunk in her chair a little. “Kurenai gave them to me.”

The girl’s sapphire eyes took in her clothes haughtily “I guess Kurenai is the hillbilly translation for Goodwill.”

Someone, a short redhead, seated in front of the blonde began to laugh. So did a few others. Sakura’s cheeks heated. She understood now. This blonde girl, she was just like Ami. She was a ringleader, only richer and probably famous too. No matter how positive she tried to think, Sakura realized nothing would ever change. Fame didn’t make a person nicer. They were all cruel, the kind of people her Mom hated the worst.

Mom, why couldn’t you be here? Sakura thought and her eyes began to water.

“Shut up Ino.” Neji snapped “Can’t a year go by without you acting like such a brainless bitch?”

“Hi Neji.” Ino’s mannerisms changed from cruel, to flirtatious. Her long legs crossed, allowing her skirt to ride up some. Her eyes were full of false promises and her smile was slightly stretched. “How was your summer vacation?”

“I guess you aren’t acting then.” He said, ignoring her flirtations. He sharply turned face forward but the teacher had stopped talking by then and was as enraptured with the little drama as the rest of the class.

“Ooh! Burn!” Tenten crowed from the back. She paused and quickly said, “I still hate Neji though.”

Sakura turned to Neji, willing him to make eye contact so she could thank him, but he was beyond them now. Perhaps she was wrong?

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“Ino Yamanaka? You made Neji stand up her HER?” Temari’s jaw dropped. They were in the hall, acquainting themselves with their new locker before assembly began. Throngs of students walked by, some of their faces familiar to Sakura as she had seen them on television and magazine covers many times. “Wow. This is crazy. This has never happened before!”

“Wait,” Tenten held her hand up “Back up a second. Ino Yamanaka, THE Ino Yamanaka. ‘You can’t break what’s already been broken’ Yamanaka?” She gasped, quoting her famous line from a teen movie made two years prior.

Temari nodded solemnly. “The one and only.”

“Wow. Sakura you sure know how to make enemies.”

“I know.” Sakura’s mournful voice echoed a little. She had her head in the locker as she rummaged around a bit, trying her books from left to right according to her schedule. “It seems that is all I know how to do.”

“Not true,” Temari disputed “You have me on your side. That counts for something, right?”

“I suppose.” Her voice was no more than a sigh then.

“She’s a little depressed.” Tenten muttered, “It’s nothing a little chocolate therapy can’t fix.”

“Mmmm. My favorite.”

Sakura finally pulled her head out the locker. She looked mildly pleased. “There, that ought to do it. Thank you so much for waiting.”

Someone bumped past Sakura, nearly knocking her over. She gasped and struggled for balance, then sighed in relief when she retained her footing. Then it happened again. She knew it wasn’t an accident.

“Hey!” Temari’s voice cracked like a whip “Leave her alone!’

The offender kept walking and quickly disappeared into the crowd. A voice crackled over the intercom announcing that assembly was mandatory and that all students needed to start finding their way into the auditorium. Temari slung an arm around Sakura’s shoulder and guided her through a few halls and into an auditorium which could’ve passed for an opera house.

The ground began to slope downward to accommodate the semi-stadium style seating arrangements. Temari found them decent seats in the middle and leaned back against her sinfully comfortable chair. Tenten and Sakura quickly did the same. “How long is assembly going to take?” Sakura queried.

“A while. You might as well get comfortable.”

So they did.

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Temari was right. Assembly was very long, but it reminded her of all the boring gatherings back at Sakura’s old high school. Sure there were bad memories surrounding it, but the familiarity was comforting to her. Despite the mild adversity with Neji and Ino, Sakura was enjoying the new environment. There were so many things to learn, and so many curriculums not included in her previous schools. She had the chance to do something fun for once, her best friend was with her, and she could honestly be herself. What more could she ask for?

“You find happiness in the smallest of things.” She could almost hear her Mom’s warm voice telling her that after she got an A, or finally rode a two wheeled bike. Truer words had never been spoken. She was finding happiness in being free of her old life. Sakura compared her past life to a diary. Once she reached the end of the diary, she would have to go find a new one. Today was the day when she took her pen and wrote the first words on that first brand new page.

Tomorrow is a brand new day, with no mistakes in it. A quote from her favorite book of all time, Anne of Green Gables.

It was the end of the day, and she was placing her new books in her new locker. She had told Tenten and Temari to go on outside without her. She knew Tenten didn’t mind spending time with her idol.

She shut the locker with a resounding snap. It sounded like a resolution to her. Everything was going fine, when she saw him. At first she thought it was a figment of her overactive imagination. Why else would she see her favorite manager’s son walking through the halls? There he was again. This was no illusion. That didn’t make any sense. She thought he was poor, like she used to be. Didn’t he always say how nice it would to be rich?

Confused and determined, she ran towards him. Thankfully he had paused to investigate a piece of lint clinging to his watch. “There you are!” she said.

He turned to her, unfazed by her outburst. His dark eyes were piercing. He nodded once, silent as always.

“This doesn’t make any sense! How did you… I mean why are you here?”

He tilted his head up, studying the ceiling. For a while Sakura thought he wasn’t going to answer her. “Scholarship.” That was all he said to her. He patted her head twice, as always, and walked away.

He had a scholarship? She didn’t know some high schools did that. “I guess there’s a lot I don’t know.” She frowned thoughtfully. Somebody tapped her shoulder. She turned around. It was Ino.

The blonde stood at her exact height, although she carried herself with such confidence that she seemed miles taller. She stared angrily at Sakura. “Who are you and why were you talking with Sasuke?”

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End Chapter

Okay that was fun to write. I almost forgot how much I enjoy writing this story. There’s no excuse for my tardiness, I just hope that you guys haven’t forgot about me!!! I love you, seriously I Do!

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