It was a beautiful morning and I got up to turn off my annoying, loud, clinking alarm clock. I sat up, stretched, and checked my watch to see what time it was. "Amusing. I still have two full hours," I purred. So I got out of my cozy bed and was on my way to the bathroom. In the morning it changed my mind happily every time. I didn't really know why that was.

As soon as I got into the bathroom, I went to the sink, grabbed my toothbrush, smeared some toothpaste on it, and started scrubbing my teeth. "Left, right. Up, down." I've been doing this exercise every time since a loving supervisor taught me this in kindergarten, I thought to myself.

When I was done, I turned the faucet on cold, took a sip of water in my mouth, and rinsed my mouth thoroughly so that the remnants of toothpaste could get off my teeth. Then I leaned over and spat the water back into the basin.

So I took a fresh towel from the bathroom cabinet and washed my mouth.

"Sakura. Will you come down please ?! Breakfast is already served." My mother. The one who asked me to come down sounded pretty upset. "Oh dear. I hope she's not in a bad mood, which she then takes out on me." The thought alone was terrible.

"Yeah. I'll be right down," I called back to let her know that I was out of bed a long time ago. I was aware that she was a person who didn't like to wait, the quicker I stood in front of the mirror, pushed the mirror aside, grabbed my make-up and closed the mirror again.

So I quickly took the eyelash curler out of my make-up bag, clamped it - on both eyes - between my eyelashes until they were bent upwards with a nice sweep and washed my eyelashes two or three times with black mascara. Then I drew an eyeliner on my eyelids so that they appeared serious, then I still wore black kohl, halfway up.By now, 20 minutes had passed when I looked up at the clock hanging over our bathroom door. However, I was amazed that my mother didn't scream for me while I was in the bathroom.

Apparently they had made up with their new lover Pain and were cuddling together on the couch in the living room. So repulsive.

As I looked at myself in the mirror, I smelled the smell of pancakes with lots of maple syrup. I rushed out of the bathroom and into the kitchen. Immediately I sat down on any chair, took the fork that lay next to the plate with a pile of pancakes on it and took a hearty bite, smacking my lips loudly. My favorite food.

It had taken me about fifteen minutes to have breakfast. But no trace of my mum or Pain. Probably they had withdrawn. But that was no longer important.

I had to pack up my school supplies as quickly as possible before I missed the bus again and I definitely didn't want that as I was delayed twice this week.
When I finally had everything, I called my mother one last time that I was going to school. I hadn't waited for an answer at all, but went out, closed the front door behind me and ran to the bus stop - which luckily was only across from my house.

I ran quickly across the street, not forgetting to look in all directions. Yes, I was a very careful girl. As soon as I got to the bus stop, I heard a very familiar and familiar voice. "Sakura. There you are. Honey, I was worried about you. Where have you been?" All just not him. He had spread his arms to greet me "amicably".

I took a step back. “Hidan, you really don't have to worry.” I would have loved to just hiss off. Unfortunately, he was my neighbor and a classmate at the same time.What was my mother thinking? That we grow up together, go to school together and then later get married and then give birth to tons of other snotty boys like him? No need. Hidan cursed often and happily. That bothered me particularly about him.

As he got closer, I raised my hands and pressed his arms down with a sigh. "What's going on, kid?" He asked with a grin. How I would like to slap him in the face now. “Leave me alone and don't always call me little one.” I was getting stubborn.

Then - after an eternity - the bus came and stopped. Immediately - when the doors were opened - I got in and looked for a single seat. When I looked around, I saw him again. Sasuke Uchiha. He had a dark blue backpack - which was lying on his lap as he was sitting with his back to the window. In addition, he wore normal clothes that seemed boring, he had a gray / black sweater and dark jeans, just like a mediocre student, so not gaudy or flashy, just very simple. He also wore chucks without laces, they were black. He always wore dark things like black, dark blue, brown or gray.

Nonetheless, I loved his hair, it was deep black and stuck out in all directions at the back, but not at the front. This was split from the middle, going down to the earlobes or a little bit shorter. However, something bothered me about his face.

It was his thick glasses that enlarged his eyes optimally.

I looked at him from the side while the bus drove and I held on to a pole. Before, unexpectedly, his pupils tilted to the left, toward me. Immediately I looked to the side, uncomfortable to be caught.

Another ten minutes passed and when the bus finally arrived at our destination and the doors opened, all the students jostled around on the bus, roughly pushing the others away, just to enter freedom.As if they were fighting for their lives. They all just misbehaved. Mostly Hidan, who cursed every now and then.

So when Sasuke got out, he put one foot on the street, but his other foot didn't get to it. Someone from behind pushed him roughly forward, hitting his chin and slipping his glasses off his nose.

I observed the situation very closely and heard Hidan's shrill fit of laughter. His boys were there too. There is Deidara, for example, a blond guy with long hair and slightly feminine proportions. Actually he was very much in order, but one shouldn't irritate him and better stay away from him. He also had such a big mouth like Hidan, but knew when to shut up, quite the opposite of Hidan. In addition, he always put some of his habits after a sentence. Kakuzu, he didn't have much to do with Hidan, but he had joined anyway, apparently because he was muscular. Sasori, a quiet guy who stayed out of everything and always had a boring expression on his face, and Tobi, his head was a bit confused. It can really be your nerve. Nevertheless, he stayed out of the way when it came to violence or bullying. The only ones who really attracted someone were just Hidan and Deidara. Well, there were two of them. Sasuke on the other hand alone.

"What a solid post.", The white-haired man screamed and pointed very cheekily at his victim. I felt kind of sorry for Sasuke. Getting so ready every day.

I admired him for that. How he made his way bravely day after day and never let himself get down. That he still got good grades was a mystery to me. Maybe Hidan and his boys didn't like him and thought he was a nerd.

Doubtfully he looked around for his glasses. Nobody was ready to help this boy. What candlesticks. So I stepped off the bus just as the school bell rang."The guy is too blatant, the idiot doesn't even defend himself." Deidara exclaimed, laughing amusingly.

"Stop annoying him, you idiots." I tried to defend him. Immediately they all fell silent. They turned around, called me a joke - on the way to school - which I did not miss.

Of course I would have shouted something back, but held back in Sasuke's presence. Still searching, he crawled on all fours and felt his way along the floor. I decided to help him, so I looked around and after a short time discovered his glasses, which were under thick bushes. It was lucky that the porters had peeked out, otherwise I would be standing there like a blind mole.

I picked them up, cleaned the glasses and leaned down to him, holding out my hand - in which I was holding the glasses. “Here.” My tone was extremely careful not to want to offend him. He responded and looked up at me.

Without the glasses he didn't look so bad, no, on the contrary. If Sasuke were just as stupid as the other wannabes, he would probably have become a macho.

He blinked up. Apparently he saw me blurred, from his point of view. Then he slowly reached out his hand to his glasses and took them gently towards me. So he looked at what he was holding in his hand, then back to me and finally he wore it on his nose, where it belonged.

As a result, he narrowed his eyes, opened them again, and frowned when he saw me. I looked at him confused. Immediately afterwards he grabbed his straps, pushed them up to his brow and rubbed his right eye with his other hand. "It should work now," he muttered.

Again he pushed his glasses to his nose and looked at me for a while. And suddenly he realized that Sakura Haruno was standing in front of him. Enthusiasm and confusion were written on his face. I didn't know why."Everything OK?" I asked. He stared at me and slowly nodded. He didn't say a word. What I knew Sasuke was a very considerate person. I raised an eyebrow. “Don't you want to get up?” I gave a short laugh, held out my hand to help him up.

His head tilted toward my hand. He looked like he'd discovered a wonder of the world. Still, he took my hand and I pulled him up. What was wrong with this boy? I had to find out.

"Don't we want to go to class together?" I asked him after he got up. Again he nodded and remained silent.

So we started - belatedly - on our way to class.

"And for the first time she spoke to me. Sakura Haruno."

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That was my FF =]
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