ME: Hi, uh. Nobody has reviewed in a while, and it is starting to make me feel anxious, so…uh…FRIGIN' REVIEW ALREADY, FARTKNOCKERS! (this only applies to other stories)

DISCLAIMER: I. Do. Not. Own. Naruto. There, I said it. Happy now?

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Who said I was nice?: Chapter 1

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Stepping out of the bus, Sakura makes her way down the road. She looks around, and upon finding nothing, holds up her paper and looks at it for reference.

Konoha High Academy; Prestigious School for the Wealthy and the Gifted

Congratulations, you have been accepted to Konoha High Academy. You will be living in dorm room number 201. Konoha High Academy is located on Leaf Drive, near the bus stop. When you reach the building, go to the office, and you will receive a schedule there.

Thank you,

Tsunade

She sighs. This school seems much too…well…royal for her. They use calligraphy, and well, it's a boarding school. Smart as she is, she was homeschooled before this, and her parents insisted on sending her to a school.

"Experience is important for success, Sakura! Remember that!" Sakura recalls her parents saying, exactly, mimicking her parents' voices.

You don't have to go to school for that! That's what movies are for! Like "Mean Girls"!

She crashes into something, or somebody, landing on her butt. Groaning and mumbling to herself, Sakura stands back up and finds her self looking at the blue buttonson a shirt. Cringing inside, Sakura proceeds to raise her head to gaze into the furious eyes of…a total hottie. HOT TAMALEs! Who is now glaring at her.

"Sorry. I was, kind of…well, you know…um…mumbling." She says, trailing off, as the HT continues having a glare-fest.

"Um. Hi. I'm Haruno Sakura. I'm new here." Sticking her hand out, she puts on her brightest smile, looking forward to making new friends, being all for happiness, and All-American Girl-ness, "And, well, do you want to be friends? You seem nice."

"Who said I was nice?" He says, walking off with a grunt, hands in his pockets, and still smirking.

Sakura glares after his slouched figure, hand still reached out, and scowls. She yanks it back.

Fine. She can play that game, too.

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The End

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AFTERNOTE: I know, I know. It's a cliffhanger, right? No, it isn't really, actually. Crackerjacks!

ON ANOTHER NOTE: if you guys are wondering, she doesn't have to be deprived just because she was homeschooled.