Fancy schools are bad. So is only having a granola bar for breakfast, people who think they know what's best for you, and transferring in the middle of the year. Sadly, all these things are a part of my life now.

My new school was large, imposing, and very, very wealthy. I knew I was going to be an outcast the moment I caught a glimpse of it through the old oak and pine trees surrounding it. It just wasn't a place an awkward, not rich person like me could fit in.

'Like we fit in anywhere' The snarky, perverted voice in my head sneered. I called her Inner; she had been in my head as long as I could remember. I decided her comment wasn't deserving of an answer.

The car that's taking me to this place rumbled to a stop in front of a large building that stood tall at the front of the school. I had done a lot of research before coming here, reading all the packets and googling information till my eyes hurt and my head pounded, so I knew that this monstrosity of a building was the largest one on campus and had the main office in it, as well as all the connected dorms. I had hoped that knowing a little about this place would make it a bit less intimidating, but I still felt my stomach drop as I looked at its towering walls.

I stared at the back of my drivers head, silently begging him to pretty, pretty please turn the car around and drive me far away from this place where I didn't want to be and where I wouldn't belong. I wished for him to drive me back to my old life, which was happy and dull and normal. But the driver didn't turn around and the car didn't start, so I pushed open the door and ungracefully flopped onto the large gravel driveway, my sneakers both hitting the ground in one jarring thud. I walked around to the back of the car and shoved open the trunk, grabbing out the bags I had packed a few days earlier. There were two bags, one big and one small, that held all of the things I own.

The bags are heavy, and they smell exactly like my house, a mix of vanilla and cherries and a special perfume my mom had always used and my dad had always loved. My eyes sting as I turn away from the car. I hear it start and rumble off down the road, leaving me here. My new school looms in front of me, a reminder of the life I lost, and I'm suddenly so tired. I'm glad it's winter break, so there isn't anyone around to see me and talk about the awkward girl who's come to their school mid-year.

I stumbled towards modern looking double doors at the front of the building; off-balance because of the weight difference of the two bags. Luckily, Inner told me where I might trip, so I made it to the doors without becoming intimate friends with the floor.

Finally making it into the building, I set down my bags and look around; trying not to look too in awe of the large room with expensive furnishings and a long, ornate mahogany desk taking up most of the back wall. An expensive looking person is behind the expensive looking desk. She looks at me and smiles, and it's not the cold, hard smile I would expect from everyone in this place; it's a warm, honest smile. It makes her a bit less intimidating, but not much because she's still pretty and manicured and graceful, and I'm still me. I start making my way toward her desk, trying to look purposeful and confident, but probably ending up looking scared and confused.

"Uh, hi?" I said, though it came out as more of a question.

"Hello, you must be our new transfer. Sakura Haruno, correct?" Her voice was sweet like honey and warm like the sun. I immediately like this blonde haired woman, who doesn't seem fake and falsely sympathetic, like all the other people I've had to deal with these past few weeks.

Realizing I haven't answered her, I nodded.

'Great, you can't even speak.' My Inner said, the disapproval in her voice biting.

Before I could think of a scathing comeback for her, the pretty blonde women in front of me stood up. I couldn't help but notice how large her chest was, and I self-consciously looked away.

"Welcome to Konoha Academy. Follow me please, I'll lead you to your room. Do you want me to me to carry one of your bags?" She said while getting out from behind the desk.

"Uh, sure" I mumbled, handing her the smaller bag. She gave me an odd look when she took it, but turned away. I assume it's because of how heavy it is; I've always been freakishly strong, though I don't look like it at all.

"Your dorm is on the third floor," The beautiful women said, "Next year, when you're ah sophomore, you will be able to apply for separate housing, which means you can get a house that the school owns somewhere close to campus. Depending on your grades and behavior, you may not even need to pay for it. The cafeteria is behind this building, it's the one with the skylights. Winter break is over in three days, most students will be back either tomorrow or the next day. You can come to the office to pick up your schedule tomorrow."

I nodded at the rush of information, repeating it in my mind in an attempt to remember it all.

"Here we are." She said, setting my bag on the floor and turning to me. "This is your key. Don't lose it, and if you do, tell someone at the office as soon as possible. Your roommate is named Ino. Her roommate from last semester transferred to a different school."

My ears perked up at my roommates name, remembering faintly that my best friend in elementary school was named that. It wasn't too much of a stretch for it to be the same person, this school is still in the same town as all the other schools I've ever gone to, albeit it's on the other side of town, across the river.

"I'm the principal by the way, my name is Tsunade. Feel free to come to me if you have any problems or need any help. I..." She paused here, as though she didn't know if she should say what she was about to. I got the distinct impression that this didn't happen to her very often. "I understand your position, Sakura, and if you ever need someone to talk to, I'm here." Her voice becomes softer when she says this, and I feel like she really means it.

"Thanks, I'll keep it in mind" I say, flashing her one of my fake, mega-watt smiles. It seems to convince her that I'm okay, at least for now, and with a wave she's off, her hips swaying as her heels click-click-click down the hall.

I turn to the door, jamming the key into the keyhole and struggle a bit until it clicks open. The room I see in front of me is much better than I expected, especially because I thought it would just be a small, one room living space. Instead, I saw a small living room with a couch facing me, and an open kitchen at the far side. On each of the two side walls, there were simple wooden doors, which I assumed led into bedrooms for me and my roommate.

I throw my bags inside, and shut the door behind me with a purposeful click. The two doors sit in front of me, unmoving. Which one's mine?

'When in doubt, try left.' My Inner advises.

I walk towards the left door, opening it silently. The room in front of me is small, with only a bed, a cabinet which will probably act as my closet, and a dresser furnishing it. There's nothing identifying this room as already belonging to someone, so I start figuring out where all my things will go. It has another door on my left which I assume is a bathroom.

I rummage around in my bag until I find one of the two sets of sheets I had brought. I put it on the bed, relief that I have the correct size floods through me. I grab my pillow out too, and a stuffed cat I have had since I was born. Equipped with these and a blanket, I snuggled up on my bed and drifted off into a warm nap; exhausted with all the stress I had dealt with that day.

The world is fuzzy. The room I'm in is unfamiliar, the walls are a light mint green instead of the cherry blossom pink I had painted my room in the 4th grade. I sit there as all the events from yesterday slowly come back to me.

I feel in my pocket, grabbing out my phone and checking the time. It was 6:30, and I vaguely remembered it had been around three when I went to bed.

I swing my legs over the edge of the bed, feeling my bare feet touch wooden floor. When had I taken my shoes off? I stand up unsteadily, searching the floor for my missing shoes. I find them under my bed, and pull them on, deciding to go exploring the campus. But first, I need to see if I look at all decent, just in case I see anyone. The door in my room does in fact lead to a bathroom, a fact I'm immeasurably thankful for. It's small, but it has a toilet, shower, and a sink with a mirror above it. All of these things are very nondescript and plain.

I stand in front of the mirror, and staring back at me are two piercing green eyes. My eyes are probably my best feature, they're large, almond shaped and shining, and they change colors depending on my mood. My hair falls down to my waist in straight, thick layers. I try to take good care of it, although I resent it secretly for its color. My hair is naturally pink, and because of this I've been teased. No one believes me when I tell them I don't dye my hair, and as far as I know, no one else in the world has naturally pink hair. My skin is extremely pale, but it's also very clear. I've never had to deal with acne.

Deciding I look at least mildly presentable, I take an elevator down to what I assume is a breakfast lobby, and walk outside into the cool night. A forest surrounds this school, though it's technically not owned by the school. I walked out into it, relishing the fact that I'm alone and the natural silence that blankets me.

I kept a steady pace for around thirty minutes until suddenly my foot found out that where it looked like there was ground, there was actually not ground. I was jerked downwards into a hole, landing awkwardly in a heap at the bottom. This hole was sadly just tall enough that I could only scrabble pitifully at the side of it. When I try to claw my way up the dirt surrounding me just fell away into my hands. I reach for my phone but my hand only finds air. Fuck. I must've left it in my room.

'Maybe we could just keep clawing more dirt down here till the floor gets higher?' Inner suggests.

'That sounds like its going to take a long time.' I sigh back at her, hoping she could think up a better solution.

'Well, if you can think of something better, feel free to try it.' She snarks back at me.

I sigh deeply and start the dirty, tedious process. I had barely begun when I felt a disturbance in the force, namely the feeling I was being watched. I glance up at the top of the hole, and saw two bright shining blue eyes staring back at me.

"Need some help, un?"

A/N: So uh, this is my first multi-chapter fic. Yay. I obviously have a lot to learn, and all constructive criticism would be greatly appreciated. I'm sorry there isn't much AkaSaku action in this, there will be next chapter, I promise! And, question time: Do you guys want there to be recreational drugs in this fic?

Please please please review! Reviews will make me actually write another chapter, and it might actually be good! Also, is tab a thing I should use in fanfiction? Cause it took them out when I uploaded it.