But she walked at a steady pace out of the academy. Nor did she drag her feet behind her like Shikamaru, his pineapple hair stuck up behind him with the ends drooping and his black eyes dull.
She didn’t rush out like Naruto, his mane of blonde, spiky, gravity defying hair leaning a little away from his head with his special whisker marks 3 on each cheek as prominent as always. Sighing she got up to hand in her test like everyone else and left the academy. The only seemingly special things about her are her larger then average forehead and her great chakra control. She is just Sakura a normal girl with average amounts of chakra. She’s not from a clan like Ino she’s not a prodigy like Sasuke and she isn’t a powerhouse who seems to never run out of energy like Naruto. It's not like its ever enough though as her mother like to remind her. She had finally reached the final test (Tomorrow everyone would be tested on their clone jutsu substitution jutsu and transformation jutsu) and as always like this she would always be the first to finish the test (Shikamaru would probably finish it before her if he actually tried). This is easy was all Sakura thought as she blew through the test. Inside the classroom there was a student who was finding this test extremely simple. That they could die at any moment not knowing when is the last time they could sit down and enjoy a meal without looking over their backs afraid of the fact that their enemy could sneak up behind and end their life in one sickening move. Not knowing the gruelling life of a ninja. The day when students would pride on the fact that they graduated and were ninja. It was the day of the academy’s written exam and the day before the practical. Though since this is the leaf village the weather would usually be like this. (Nor leave you with bruises to cover up at school that you have to cover up to avoid questions)
They weren’t supposed to point out your every flaw with a blank stare nor blame you for your father's death nor were they supposed to leave you for months at a time by yourself at home since you were 6 with a Meagre amount of money to scrape through. She knew mothers weren't supposed to look at you with those cold eyes that cut deep into you and words that cut even deeper. Mothers weren’t meant to look at you like you were filth like you were useless like you were mistake. That she brought her up bought her whatever she had wanted.īut she knew they were wrong. Or they would tell her mother only wanted what was best for her.
Most people would get angry at her and tell her not to say that. Sakura didn’t really like her mother that much.