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"Happy birthday, Sakura-chan!"

It took me a few seconds to open my eyes and saw my mom, brother and sister standing in the doorway with smiles on their faces. My mom held a small chocolate cake with a random number of candles sticking out.

"Happy birthday to you," they sang and moved closer to me. I blew out the candles and yawned, just waking up.

"Here," Harumi said and held out a square shaped present. The present was wrapped in tissue paper with navy blue ribbon. Harumi was my youngest sister at only seven (almost eight) while I just turned twenty-three years old.

My family wasn't very rich but we weren't dirt poor, either. I still had to help with the rent a little but we don't have much money to spend. But I was still happy with my five dollar journal. It's the thought that counts, right?

"Get up your gonna be late!" Mom told me.

And just like that I was up and running through my morning routine. I thought once I graduated high school it would be different. Like waking up at eight o'clock instead of six, having a choice of what I want to wear for the day, and stopping at little coffee shops on the way. I hummed along to Akihara Kasumi's new song 'Moon' as I made my bed. It didn't take me long to do that so I quickly got dressed with what Hinata and TenTen gave me for my birthday.

It was a silk, pink short sleeve top with a black blazer and a knee-length black skirt (she said I wore too many pants). They also had dared to give me a pair of four-inch high, open-toe, black high heels. I combed my hair and arranged into my usual style, grabbed my large leather purse--that costs more than I make in a week--and I was off to work I was.

I worked at Konoha Record--the Land of Fire's leading record company. No, I worked as a seamstress for the 'products'. Singers can bring their clothes to their labels and get them dry-cleanded for free! We occasionally work on the costumes they were in live performances. Today, the CEO's son was taking over as vice president after the other one resigned in some sex scandal. You'd think these people with such well paying jobs would be able to keep their pants on.

I sat my purse down at the door and sat with my two siblings at the table. Mom put a plate in front of me and I began to eat. After three eggs, some hash browns, and four slices of buttered toast my skirt felt a tiny bit more snug on my butt. I excused myself by saying 'I couldn't eat another bite' and walked quickly to the bus stop. I waited for a whole half an hour until the bus came. At this rate I would have to hurry to not be late.

I ran towards the building as fast as I could in heels and with a full stomach. I pushed through the crowd and was almost there when a car came speeding out of the alley. I didn't see him and apparently he didn't see me until he was a foot away from running me over.

SCREECH!

I stopped and jumped back. The car was a white (WHITE not black) limo. I kicked the license pate with my heel.

"Watch where you're going, bakayaro!" I yelled and ran off.

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"Where were you?" Hinata asked once I walked out of the elevator. We walked through the hallways until we got to the receptionist's desk where TenTen sat, typing furiously on the computer.

"The bus was late," I replied. I wiped the sweat off my brow. I could feel the wet, blotches of sweat under my arms.

"Happy birthday, Sakura-chan!" TenTen said with a huge grin and went back to her typing.

Name: Hyuuga Hinata

Occupation: Seamstress

Age: 23

Status: Best-friend

Name: TenTen

Occupation: Receptionist

Age: 25

Status: Big sister type

I watched as the people bustled around, in and out through the hallways like ants. Everyone was pretty high class here. Five-hundred dollar purses and designer clothes galore. It's funny, though. They're considered 'rich' when walking down down the street but the singers we work with would like to squash us between their expensive shoes. The only problem is that most employees would like to squash me under their shoe, too. It's all high school again.

"You guys better get your asses in here or there will be hell to pay!" Hiroki--the gay dude who works with me in the costume department--yelled.

I followed the rest of Fugaku's henchmen into the huge meeting room. It took us a good meeting to get settled. In the center was a long table with ten chairs on the side closest to the window and podium at the front.

"Silence!" Fugaku yelled, slamming his fist into the podium.

Ladies and gentlemen, meet the evil principal. I told you this was high school all over again.

"I think he forgot his meds today," TenTen whispered to me. A laugh escaped from my mouth and all eyes fell upon me including Fugaku's.

"May I begin now?" he asked, giving me the death glare. I didn't dare to nod in response.

"Without any further a due I would like to welcome the beginning of a new era," he said and switched places with his son, Sasuke.

We all clapped and he spoke into the mic, "Thank you. My name is Uchiha Sasuke and it's my pleasure to become the new vice-president of Konoha Entertainment," he said.

I tuned Sasuke out for a minute and looked around at the people sitting in the chairs at the desk. Yuuhi Kurenai, Maito Gai, Sarutobi Asuma, and Hatake Kakashi were the main producers at Konoha Ent.

"I would also like to welcome my new assistant, Haruno Sakura," he said and began to clap.

Wait! What?!

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-Emiko Ishida