Chapter Seven: Hidden
As soon as the sunlight had entered through her bedroom window, her eyes sequentially opened, and the pinkette sat up in her bed.
A groan escaped her lips, realizing that she had woken up way too early, and she sighed.
"SAKURA! GET DOWN HERE!" her mother ordered from downstairs, sounding aggravated, and another groan had escaped the pinkette's lips.
"Coming..." Sakura grumbled bitterly and hurried out of bed.
"CHA! WHAT THE HELL DOES SHE WANT AT THIS TIME IN THE MORNING?!" Inner Sakura demanded ferociously and violently punched the air.
Lazily, she exited her room, and headed downstairs.
When Sakura arrived into the kitchen, she saw that her mother's hands were firmly placed onto her hips, looking agitated but somehow excited, and the medic narrowed her eyes in suspicion.
"What do you want?" Sakura questioned quietly but coldly, still half a sleep, and she squinted her eyes in annoyance.
"Gosh, Sakura! You're slower than a turtle! I never thought you were going to get here!" her mother complained, defiantly exaggerating, and then abruptly added in a cheerful tone, "But I got you a high-paying job for today!"
Sakura's eyes grew wide as she raised an eyebrow in suspicion and she asked cautiously, "What kind of job?"
"A modeling job. It's different than what you think though, it surely is true art at it's finest. See, you'll be posing for this artist, and he will be drawing you. The place is located right next to the hospital, it was just built according to the artist...well I think, and I already signed you up," her mother explained casually and she chuckled loudly.
Instantly, Sakura's jaw dropped in utter shock as she began to twitch, and her blood began to boil.
"What?! Mom are you CRAZY!? How could you even sign me up for something so repulsing without even talking about it with me first?! It's ridiculous!" Sakura fumed enraged, firmly clenching both of her fists, and she growled.
"Oh get real, Sakura! We need the money and it's a LOAD of cash! Besides it will only be for one hour or two! So just shut up and deal with it!" her mother argued in a scolding tone and she scowled.
"But mom, the money I make at the hospital is enough! I don't need this stupid modeling job!" Sakura insisted persistently, her emerald eyes fierce, and she scowled as well.
"No it's not! Now go to your room and get ready!" her mother commanded viciously, gesturing to the stairway, and Sakura turned around with a huff.
"Fine," Sakura muttered bitterly and stormed upstairs.
She slammed the door with brute force and sat down on her computer chair.
The kunoichi quickly logged into her instant messenger account while scowling and she then sighed.
*PinkWarrior has signed on*
Hey... She typed.
Someone doesn't seem too happy. Sasori remarked and inferred, I'm assuming you're still upset about that annoying pest yesterday, correct?
Sakura scoffed. Wrong! Not even close!
Oh, I see now. You must miss me and my hugs, huh? ;) Sasori assumed.
Sakura's cheeks turned the same color as his hair. CHA! HELL NO! IN YOUR DREAMS!
Then what else could it possibly be? ;)
