Entry one: Moving

Dear diary,

Hello my name is Sakura Haruno and….wow this is the first time I wrote in this diary. I had this since I was 14 and I don't even know why I bought this. Maybe I bought it because there's this cherry blossom tree on the front and it was pink…yeah, I have an obsession with the color pink ever since I found out that my hair was pink naturally. Anyway this is the first time in two years I ever wrote in this book and it feels great I just hope no one reads this because…well…a diary is about someone's personal life they don't want others to read…. I think…since this is my first time writing in this book I will tell you everything about me…

A pink haired girl sat on her window sill and stared outside…today she was moving again. This was the fifth time in two years that she and her mother had to move because of her mothers personal issues.

It all started when she was three. Sakura Haruno grew up in Okinawa, Japan and she lived with her mother and father in a decent home. When she grows up she always wanted to be a doctor since the first time she went for her check up. It's not the story where a little girl goes to the doctor for a check up, sit there and have them stick a needle in your arm or leg with no complications and get a flat green lollypop the shape of a circle at the end of the appointment. Actually, it was vice versa. You see, little Sakura Haruno was not a trooper…..

I swear to god I almost bit the doctor the first time I went in for my shots. I was kicking and screaming and I think I kicked him in the face but whatever I did he had to send another doctor to do my shots but this time he had friends…3 of them to be exact and they held me down like I was the demon about to destroy the world…what do they call it? Armageddon? But after the first shot I calmed down and thought 'wow it wasn't really that bad' and I was calm for the last two shots and they gave me my favorite flavor…strawberry. .

Sakura stopped writing when a knock came upon her door about five feet away. "Sakura, dear?" Her mother poked her head in. Sakura looked just like her mother except her mother has older features. "Are you done packing?" She asked with a smile. To Sakura her mother's smile scares her. Imagine painting a clown on her face with that expression? Did you get it? Scary, right?

"Almost mom…" Sakura gave her a warm smile before turning her head not wanting to see her face. "… I just found the diary I bought two years ago and I thought I should write some stuff in it…" Sakura said closing her book and looked back at her mother.

"Oh…" Her mother replied. "…well you better hurry up because the moving truck should be here in a half hour." She was about to leave her presence until she turned and gave Sakura a frown. "…you're not mad about moving again right?" She asked and Sakura shook her head.

"Of course not…" Sakura answered. Why would her mother ask her this question? "I love traveling…"

"No I mean from house to house…." She said. "….you're leaving your friends behind…"

"It happened four times and this is the fifth time…..it's not like I didn't do it before, right?" Sakura asked. "I'm fine with it mom, seriously…" Her mother smiled again before quietly making her way out of her room.

I really hate lying to her. To be honest I liked my second house because I made friends like….like…123….yeah I think that's what they call it….and I hate watching my friends get smaller and smaller with every few feet we drive. I watched them from the small window in the back of the car. I had this one friend he was running after the car because he 'secretly' has a crush on me…well it's not really a secret anymore when he asked me out before I told him that I was leaving. He was kind of sad that I was leaving but just to make him happy I gave him one of my charms from my bracelet and he said he was going to keep it forever.

Sakura closed her book for a while before placing some things into the cheap cardboard box. She picked up a picture of her and her father smiling with frosting on her nose. "That was the good old days…" She smiled touching the picture with just one finger.

Her father passed away a few moments after that photo was taken when she was only seven years old. No one knew how he died…not even the doctors know how he died…his death was remaining unsolved. "Why am I the unlucky one?" She whispered before hearing a loud truck pulling up in front of her house. She stood up and looked out the window to see the truck from where she's standing.

All of a sudden a fat black cat jumped onto her bed and made herself comfortable. Sakura turned and sighed at her. She made her way towards the cat and picked her up and walked towards the door. "Come on, midnight…." She said. "….we're moving again…" Her cat looked up at her and growled softly but she could hear it. "… I don't like it either…" She stroked her cats head as she walked down the stairs to see two men carrying a couch out the door. The house just looked so empty.

"Sakura dear…" Her mother said. Sakura turned to look at her and she jumped almost dropping her over weighted cat. Her face was all black.

"Oh my god…." She said. "…what happened to your face? You look like you're trying to put on eye liner and failed multiple times…" She exclaimed. Sakura was scared; even though her mothers face was black she was still smiling and it freaked her out.

"The carpet was stuck under the door by the chimney and I couldn't get it out and then all of a sudden dust flew in my face…" She said. "…why don't you wait in the car while I wash my face?" Sakura nodded as the guys came back inside to grab the kitchen table. She smiled as she walked out of the house with her cat.

'You know I don't know anyone that is having a harder time than I am right now. Moving should be a good thing, right? I don't and I completely hate it…. I mean I like it here and I don't want to leave but I don't always get what I want but seriously what does a girl have to do to stay in one place for at least six year? Until then…'

Sincerely,

Sakura