Sarcástica.

Sarcástica.

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Haruna Hiryū es una chica normal cuyos padres son dueños de una gran empresa de productos..,Haruna es reconocida por ser la modelo de los productos que vendían sus padres,haciendo que la vida de la chica fuera horrible..,al menos ella lo pensaba..,ya que la acosaban,golpeaban (en su escuela anterior)..etc,ella se hizo independiente de sus padres e en su cumpleaños de 16 años,mudándose a konoha una gran y bella ciudad,si ciudad...,Ella decide anotarse en la secundaria llamada:La Hoja,un nombre...algo extraño ¿No? .bueno en fin ahora haruna se esta dirigiendo a su nueva universidad.. esta es mi segunda historia...,los personajes no son míos le pertenecen a:Masashi Kishimoto Solo las características de la personaje quiero avisar que la foto de portada y la chica no me pertenecen ,solo he agarrado una foto de una chica tipo naruto y nada mas .v
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