Ok. I lied. I was supposed to start this once I finished CrissCross, but the inspiration hit me, and I was too far gone to have stopped. So here's chapter one. Tell me what you think.
Summary: "Obey the rules." Was the lesson taught at the school for young ladies. Young ladies that might get chosen to be a wife to the prince of their lands. "Follow orders. Remember manners. Be pleasant…Sakura, what do you think you're doing?!" A prestigious school filled with proper young ladies…until she came along. And what better luck? For the prince had come along too.
Warning: You might be hit with some bad poetry. I apologize, but practice makes perfect! Although..I doubt I'll be perfect at it, but I'll still be practicing!
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto. I do not own the cliche lines that some of these poems may contain. Strictly not mine.
..1..
Sakura at age three.
The little girl stood in front of the mirror and recited the words written on her paper.
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Roses are red
Violets are blue
Sugar is sweet
And so are you
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A pink haired girl grinned back at her as she looked at her reflection.
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Age seven.
Sakura rushed home from her first day at preschool. She had made her first friend, a spunky blonde-haired girl named Ino. The two had immediately became inseparable, and Sakura couldn't wait to grab a pencil and paper.
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The first day of school.
And I've made a new friend.
She's nice and cool.
I hope today won't ever end.
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Scribbling happily away, Sakura smiled at her little poem.
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Age eleven.
When her newly found friendship with Ino had became steady, Sakura met her first enemy. Tayuya, whom in her opinion, looked like a burnt tomato. The flaming red hair and the makeup she wore everyday resembled wrinkles and something that had caught on fire.
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I have no clue.
Why she wishes me dead.
But if she nags me again, I'll sue.
That infuriating burnt tomato head.
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Her poems had taken a twist.
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Age fifteen.
Ino had left. Her family had done a good deed towards the royal family of their lands and were now asked to live in the castle. Sakura bade her best friend farewell but promised to keep their lasting friendship intact.
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Today you bade adieu
But we'll never really part
My best regards are with you
Never separate with our hearts.
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Age eighteen.
Sakura pulled up her long, pink hair and tied it up into a ponytail. She puffed up her cheeks and patted at her face to liven herself up. Bright emerald eyes shone with life as she glanced momentarily at her journal laying on her desk in the crowded room.
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The start of the class.
So I can begin anew.
Hope they like my sass.
Now's the time to renew.
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The poem soon turned awry by the end of the day.
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Preppy girls in frilly dresses.
With me sticking out like a rag.
But I won't budge, even with the distresses.
Though, class has been a drag.
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Burnt tomato head apparently has some friends.
A snobby, rich kid gang that torments.
Not spitting on her all depends.
If she first dives into cement.
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I wish I may
I wish I might
May god show me the way
To get burnt crisp girl out of my sight.
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The next day, Sakura showed up at a dojo like building. Roofs were scaled and sloping downwards. Like always, she ended up there out of breath. Quickly calculating the time in her head, she concluded that she had about thirty seconds left. Wow, that was more than she usually had.
Jumping expertly on the little walkway outside the building, she ran towards the shoji sliding door. Her feet pounded on the ground harshly as she rushed towards class. If she dared show up late, her teacher would make her ice her hands until they were numb and then make her stand on her hands and do a headstand for an hour. It was not such an unusual punishment, Sakura was dreadfully aware.
Her little brown, dirty dress clung to her body as she practically flew to the door. Her arm slammed open the shoji screen door to reveal twenty-nine unfazed faces turn to her. With a blinding smile, Sakura made her way around the girls seated on the floor and plopped down in the back. Everyone sat in five separate rows. Sakura made the sixth by herself.
She didn't mind the loneliness. After all, she had spend most of her life by herself. Parents were deceased, her best friend living large in a castle, and she was stuck in a class. A class that taught those snobby, two-faced, harsh, plastic, Barbie girls how to act like royalty. Or else, try to help them achieve that high status goal. Sakura was in it for the fun. She had no intention of making some nobleman take one look at her and fawn over her beauty. It was quite a ridiculous thought, and Sakura already believed that men were troublesome so really, what was the point?
Being in class with these girls would allow her some social contact. She didn't want to live the rest of her life secluded in her little room, blocking everyone out. Sakura was rather social, but she didn't want to make any 'friends' in this class. They were all monsters hiding behind a dreadfully sweet mask whenever someone of importance came by.
Men might fall under their spell, being as dimwitted as they were. But not Sakura Haruno. No siree. She wouldn't let them lure her into insanity by mocking her. Not even if they batted those long lashes that took them the whole morning to make sure it held enough volume. Not even if they pouted those plump blood red lips that Sakura knew, took them years to perfect the pitiful look. It made her sick. She wanted to vomit looking at their sorry faces. But Sakura still stayed in class because…well, because it was fun.
It was fun watching these girls make complete fools of themselves every time they tried to act prim and proper and failed. It was amusing to watch them fall and trip over thin air in those high heels. Although it took Sakura quite a long time to master it as well, she finally got the hang of it after a couple of falls. She wasn't like those girls that wanted male attention. She just wanted to be near people, living breathing people, even if they were horrid.
Sakura's thoughts were dashed when, in came the teacher from the widely opened shoji door that she had failed to close behind her. She winced. Here comes her punishment.
"Who left the door open?" Her teacher, Tsunade's loud voice boomed in the room. She was a violent women, someone who never took any messing around from anyone. For that reason, Sakura admired the old lady that still held the complexion of a thirty year old. In all honesty, she was pretty sure that her teacher was nearing her sixties. Tsunade was strong, easily annoyed, and quick-tempered, but poised, lady-like, and held herself up with a dignity that none within the class has reached. Sakura looked up to the woman. But, she was also deathly afraid of her wrath.
Sakura quietly stood up, landing on her feet with a grace she had been taught from the class. Tsunade warily looked at her as if to reprimand her just by staring. Sakura knew, inwardly, that her teacher was quite tired of punishing her. She was quite tired of receiving the other end of the stick too.
"Forgive me, I was the one that left the shoji door open." Sakura bowed in a forty-five degree angle. It was critical that she kept the posture just right. She heard snickers from those girls that she'd love to shove a fist into and then a sigh from Tsunade.
"I'm not in the mood today. You may sit, Sakura." Giddily, the girl obeyed the orders and folded her feet under her butt, gently tucking her legs beneath her. Proper girls never sat on their rump. It gave an air of roughness and ill-mannered people. Sakura had learned that the first day she came. Actually, that day wasn't so far behind. She had only gone to class for two weeks. Not wanting to toot her own horn or anything, but Sakura knew that she had an uncanny ability to learn fast and remember things she's only experienced once. Perhaps that was the reason why Tsunade kept her in the class. If it had been any other teacher instructing them, Sakura knew that she would've been kicked out the second day she came.
She observed her teacher's tired expression. It was quite different from the stern look the old lady usually wore. Shivering with excitement, Sakura sat upright. Something interesting was going to happen.
"I have an important announcement to make, everyone." Tsunade began in her voice that held authority. Everyone's gaze directed towards her. She took a deep breath, and looked warily around the room at the painted faces of all the girls.
"You have all been trained in this for many years, save for.. a few." Her eyes directed themselves to Sakura's, the only face not smeared with cosmetics.
"We will have a guest today." Sakura immediately noticed the rigidness of every girl's posture. She sat in the back so she had a clear view of everyone. Mentally rolling her eyes, Sakura sighed. All these girls wanted was fame and fortune. All twenty-nine of these 'proper' ladies wanted to catch the attention of the wealthy newcomer.
"It is the prince, himself, Sasuke Uchiha." A collective gasp rang through the room. Now the girls couldn't contain their excitement anymore. Sakura's shoulders sagged a bit. She had wished for something interesting to happen. She didn't want to see any cocky prince prance in and judge all of them. Well, actually, she just didn't want him to judge her. Then again, Sakura thought upliftingly, he wouldn't notice her anyways.
Sasuke was the youngest son of their lands. He was most known for his ruggedly good looks. Sakura had never met the man, but rumors traveled fast. The women weaved him as an image of a god. He was supposedly able to melt hearts just by looking at the person. Sasuke Uchiha, a well-known playboy that liked to spend time with women outside and leave them after a day. Sakura was aware of his kind, and she was repulsed by that kind of behavior. She looked around at the excited girls surrounding her. Sakura wouldn't really mind if Sasuke took some of them away from here. They caused her frequent headaches, and it would be killing two birds with one stone. The cocky prince would be gone, and the fake image of a perfect girl would leave with him. Sakura's life would be much easier.
"I want you to act on your best behavior. This was what you have been waiting for. There are no screw ups or else, his lord, will never take an interest in you." Sakura had a strange feeling that Tsunade was directing this speech in her direction. Putting on a smirk, Sakura held her posture unlike the other girls. She didn't want the prince's attention. It really didn't matter to her if she did screw up. And save for the few late visits to class, Sakura really never missed anything. Not one hair out of place. Not one toe out of line. So she forgot to close the door and her clothes are like rags. Who cared about that? She most certainly didn't, and Sakura felt that her opinion was the most important of them all. She had no use listening to others rattle on about her appearance and her attitude. It suited Sakura just fine, and that was all that mattered.
Out of the corner of her eye, Sakura saw Tayuya wiggle around giddily. Mentally disgusted with the obvious plotting girl, she shook her head. Burnt tomato head was probably thinking of ways to make her appeal to the prince. Knowing Tayuya, Sakura was aware of her dreadful attitude. She'd push everyone else into a well just so the lord would see only her. The nagging girl from her childhood had grown into a ghastly nightmare. A perfect match for those stuck up rich people. Sakura wouldn't mind if the prince actually chose Tayuya and decided to take her far away. She might even thank him.
"Class will be canceled today so everyone can freshen up to meet his lord." Tsunade dismissed the class, and Sakura grudgingly trudged outside. A high, squeaky, annoying voice stopped her steps.
"Are you freshening up too? I don't think you can look better than the dump you are right now." Sakura forced a tight smile on her face as she wheeled herself around to look at burnt tomato head with her posse right behind.
"Well, Tayuya, I believe you have freshened up enough for everyone. I mean, how many cartons of powder did it take to hide that ugly face of yours?" The two girls squared off. Sparks almost flew between them. Sakura was pleased to see something akin to fury flash in Tayuya's orbs.
"You won't ever catch the prince's interest." Sakura waved her petty comment off.
"Wasn't counting on it. He's nothing but a pretty boy with lots of toys anyways." She ended the conversation and walked out. She had no need to waste her time arguing with Tayuya. Tsunade had given them a break, and Sakura planned to use it to its full extent. Time to pull out her journal.
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A bit of news was given to us today
It is said that the prince in shining armor
Is supposedly arriving to pick a lady
He's apparently quite the charmer
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Burnt tomato head thinks she's the one
She talks like an airy rich girl
I would want to cheer her on so she'd leave
But the close contact would make me hurl
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The other girls are not any better off
They all believe in some sick fantasy
That a perfect guy would sweep them off their feet
The mushiness makes me oh so wheezy
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It would be better off
If they all just left me alone
Or maybe my own prince charming would come
And I'd take the throne…..
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Ha!
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As if that would happen.
I'm not much of a looker.
And unlike the rest of my girly classmates
I'm not cut out to be a hooker.
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So they can dab on their makeup
Try to hide their ugly forms
While I sit back and watch the show
To look at them all perform
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I'll never tangle into their messes
Won't ever become like them
A shot at love, I have no chances
They're the fake flowers, but I'm only the stem
So? How was it?
A/N: I'm really getting annoyed at the new story tab. Everytime, I have to squeeze and transform my summary to make it exactly or less than 255 words. Such a pain...(I ramble a lot so...yea.)
Any pointers to my...err poetry is very appreciated.
So r&r