Great.

A fresh new start, I tell myself. Nothing to worry about. Just several more months, and you'll transfer again, and make new friends. If it doesn't work out here, I can try again next time. I look at the high school before me with admiration, and bite my lip.

"Move it!" A deep male voice snaps me out of my slack-jawed stare, and shoves me to the right. I really should make my way inside, but I couldn't help but be amazed by this school. The Konohamaru Academy was one of the best schools, and most funded schools in the United States. I had a variety of choices to apply for, perhaps go for art, or for dancing, whatever there could be named. I just chose to take an inverview, because apparently, I was talent less. It was really weird, also. The guy just asked me my name, what were my hobbies, books I liked to read, and what did I do in my free time. It felt more like a friendly chat than a true interview. He also offered me food some food, but I didn't bother trying it since I knew I would fall in love with the school even more. It looked scrumptious, but I wasn't really hungry.

That was when it got even more weirder, when the guy with really white hair asked me to attack him. He took me to a room with mats laid out everywhere. I blink, and take one glance at the school. It was made of glass, and had a top of a glass dome peeking out in the back. I finally work up the nerve to enter the school. I tried to wear my best clothes, but I still looked really out of place. Everyone here wore all these bandages and way different clothing than I've ever seen. Weird. I've never seen this sort of fashion here…I scrunch up my nose, and try to search for the main office. Ah! I spot a room where a bunch of old wrinkly ladies were sitting and working on paperwork. This must be where I get all my stuff. I enter the room, give my best smile, and tell this one woman with snowy-white hair,

"Hi, I'm Sakura Haruno. I just enrolled here, and I was wondering if you could give me my schedule and all that. This is my first day here, and I'm really lost," I try to sound charming, but judging by her look, she didn't look too impressed. Well, it didn't hurt to try.

" ," she mutters to herself, before shuffling over to a green file cabinet. She forcefully opens it, and looks through a bunch of fat yellow packets. After several minutes, she fishes out my packet, and hands it over to me. It was quite stuffed with papers from what I can tell, and fairly heavy. "Everything you need is here. And you are a junior right?" She asks me, her pale blue eyes meeting mine.

I eagerly pluck the rather stuffed packet from the lady's brown-speckled shaky hands. "Yep. Thanks!" I tell her, smile lighting up my face.

She frowns at me. "Well…good luck. Your only class for today is at the dome. Since you arrived an hour early, I suggest for you to try to read everything in the files. It ranges from where your dorm is to who you're being mentored by. Anyways, I took a look on where you are going to reside, and just ask around for the Akatsuki building. Everyone recognizes it, and they'll point you in the right direction," she tells me, before shooing me out of the room.

Well then. I look around, and finally steal a glance at myself. I was wearing a baggy blue shirt and white Capri with worn out Converse. Everyone here wore from revealing tops to baggy pants, to bandages on their stomachs or arms. I finally work up the courage to go up to this long black haired girl with pale eyes and porcelain skin just like mine. She seemed fairly nice, just by the way she studied everyone in hall before ducking down and returning to her book and doing the same thing again. She was sitting on a wooden chair, its back placed back onto the hallway wall. I stand next to her slumped form, and look down at her.

"Hi…I'm new here. I'm Sakura Haruno and I was wondering if you could show me where the Akatsuki building is? Apparently my dorm is located there and I'm really lost," I tell the girl, who merely glances away from her book. She seems to be turning a bright pink color, before letting out a high-pitched squeak.

"Alrighty," I say brightly, to cover up my mortified thoughts. Is she going to decline me out here in public? "I should—"

"I'll take you there," the black-haired girl finally whispers over to me, her face still tinged with a light strawberry pink color.

"Thanks! By the way you are?" I ask her, noticing how she's wearing navy blue sweats with a purple and gray jacket. She was really pretty, but seemed very shy.

"Hinata Hyuga…Um…follow me…" she stands up and leads me through a very winding passage of hallways. Thankfully, the inside wasn't made of glass. One passageway was full of murals of different signs. I wish I would know what they were, but I had no clue.

The both of us walk in silence before exiting towards what I assume is the back of the school.

"Holy shit," I bluntly say.

Hinata giggles, and gives me a look. "Holy shit, indeed."

A line of rather large houses were spread apart. Each house's backyard had some sort of décor. A few had gardens in them, or rocks, even sand in one. The houses were all gorgeous. One looked like a log cabin, another made of glass, and one that looked like a cottage. "Hell, if you call those buildings, I might as well say that I lived in a box," I give a shrill laugh.

"They're not that amazing," Hinata retorts. "Anyways, this is the Akatsuki place. You're in what grade?" Hinata beckons me to a rather dark home. Made of all black, the windows tinted also, it just looked depressing. Even the garden was unattended to.

"Well, that looks bleak," I remark. "I'm in eleventh grade. Well, I have to get going. Thanks, and see you around Hinata! It was nice meeting you!" I say, giving a wave, before jogging over to the house.

"Where the hell is the goddamn entrance?" I ask myself crossly, before basically scanning the whole perimeter of the house. A door was wedged behind rather two large boulders, and I assume I'm in one of the ghetto houses or something. Of course. After all, I'm the school's lost cause, I bet.

Holding my breath, I knock on the door. I wonder where my key was. Perhaps in the folder I hadn't checked yet. I heard a bit of shouting on the other side before a male voice groaned out, "Hn, I'm coming! Jeez, I just woke up!" The door is thrown open, and a half-naked boy blinks sleepily at me.

"Whatdayawant?" He mumbles, leaning against the doorframe, his pants slung low at his waist. I avert my eyes, looking at his bare feet. Well, someone is quite comfortable with their body.

"Er—I'm Sakura Haruno. I'm a new student and I was told by this lady at the office that I will sleep in the Akatsuki place…" I tell him, and he took a double-take.

"Wait. You're a girl."

"Can I please just come in?" I ask the blonde, who finally makes way for to walk in. I slip off my worn-in shoes, and look around in the inside. Well, the décor in the interior of the house looked much better than the outside. There were two black sleek couches set on a hardwood floor facing a large plasma screen television. There was a glass table wedged between the television and the couches.

"That's all you have?" A voice interrupts my observations, and I glance black at the guy with whose blonde hair reaches practically his butt.

"Yeah. I like to travel lightly," I reply, touching the black couch. Of course it was leather. I plop down on the couch, and set my backpack down on the floor. I ignore the blonde guy and open up the big envelope.

Ms. Sakura Haruno

Residence: Akatsuki Building

Grade: 11th

Class: 7

Roommates: Deidara, Sasori.

Well, I had no clue who both the girls were. I flip onto the next page and skim through about the school rules. Yadda, yadda. The third page, I had my schedule in it.

Normal Day Schedule

1st Period: History of Combat

2nd Period: Medical Training

3rd Period: Combat Training

4th Period: Free period.

"You just got here and already making yourself feel comfortable, hn? You haven't even told me anything about you other than your name, and you so dearly woke me up," the guy says sarcastically.

"And you are?" I finally ask him, glancing up from my papers.

"Deidara, and thanks to you, I have fifteen minutes to get ready with a whole pack of guys," he snaps at me, before hollering out. "Wake up you lazy fat asses!"

A melody of groans echo throughout the house. Wait. He was Deidara? I was roommates with a guy? And Deidara said it was a house full of guys. So I was roommates with two guys?

Oh, shit.