A Cinderella Story
A Cinderella Story
LEGENDS:
Cinderella – Sakura
Evil Stepmother - give me suggestions!!
Witchy Stepsisters – Ino and Temari
Friends / Fairy Godmother – Naruto and Hinata
Prince Charming - Sasuke
Chapter 1: A Modern-Day Cinderella - Sakura
Sakura woke up to the sunlight aiming her face. She drowsily placed the pillow on her face.
Suddenly, the door banged open. Her stepmother drove in, grabbed Sakura's smooth legs, pulled her and screamed, "GET UP, YOU LAZY FREELOADER!!"
Sakura held on to the bars of her bed, but was unsuccessful. She crashed to the floor and pulled herself up. "Yes, stepmother?"
"Where were you this morning?! You were supposed to make breakfast!!" Her cold-hearted stepmother yelled at Sakura's ears. "Get up and make me and my children breakfast!!"
Sakura got up in her feet, got out of the room and murmured to herself, "That stupid whore."
She reached the kitchen. The kitchen had black and white tiles. The refrigerator covered nearly 1/12 of the kitchen, actually, because of her stepmother's interest in shrimp balls and mozzarella sticks.
Soon, her stepsisters, Ino and Temari, pushed Sakura and she fell again to the floor.
"Lying down on the job now, are we?" Temari grabbed Sakura by the hair.
Ino demanded in her high pitched voice, "Get up, you sluggish nobody. Cook mean and Temari some eggs and bacon. Don't forget to cook mom's favorite breakfast – mozzarella pancakes!!"
Temari threw Sakura to the wall. Sakura got up in her feet, got to the refrigerator, got out eggs and bacon and murmured to herself, "Those bitches."
Sakura's bitterness started when her mother died when she was born. Her father died in a plane accident to London. He was on his way to London to help promote the latest aPod model, which was actually a 100GB. This happened when she was only 7. In his will, it stated that if he and his wife 2nd wife, for this matter die before Sakura reaches 18, a relative has to adopt her. Her stepmother wanted any of Sakura's relatives to take her, but all refused. Since then, her stepmother treated poor Sakura like she was lower than an ant. Ino and Temari may seem like your typical sluts, but in reality, they are real live bitches.
Sakura handed the plates of eggs and bacon to Ino and Temari. Ino and Temari are not exactly the type to say thank you to Sakura. Sakura also had to leave for school, because she was going to be late for choir practice. She took a quick shower, dressed up, grabbed her bags and left the house in her old and outgrown scooter.
Sakura also attends Konoha High School, a prestigious school. She received a four-year scholarship, meaning the girl cannot be pulled out of school by her stepmom, even if she bribed the ministry. Konoha High also requires uniforms. The girls usually wear a blue blazer, a red necktie, a white, short-sleeved collared shirt, and a gold skirt.
Thank God for Sakura, because she was only 5 minutes away from being late for choir practice. She ran to the chem. lab to find that her teacher, Ms. Kurenai, was scolding her friend, Naruto, for setting off a smoke bomb and putting live crabs in her coffee.
LUCNH TIME. Sakura and Hinata usually sit together with Naruto in a table near the popular kids' table. Today's lunch consisted of the school's favorite sushi buffet. Sakura was so glad to be able to eat her brunch, since her stepmother let her starve that morning.
"Wow, you're really overeating, Sakura," Naruto commented in boredom.
Hinata reluctantly asked, "What happened this morning?"
"Well", Sakura started, "Apparently, my evil stepmother wanted me to starve by making me cook breakfast for her evil little girls."
The three took a look at the popular kids' table. So few kids sit there everyday. These consisted of Ino, Temari, Shino, Shikamaru, Neji, Tenten and the school hottie, Sasuke Uchiha.
"Oh my God… So… hot…" was all Sakura could say.
Naruto rolled his eyes, "Hey, Sakura!! I'm here!!"
Sakura subconsciously said, "I don't care…"
Hinata grabbed her tray and said, "Right, I'll meet you guys after school." and left.
Sakura and Naruto were left at the table.