Concrete Angel
The tags are to be believed, if any of the above could trigger you, I urge you to turn back now. This is your last warning, this gets dark, and it gets dark fast. I don't think I wrote this with the intent to be shared, but reading it again I think I'd like to. But it is terribly dark and depressing and can get graphic sometimes. See the end of the work for more notes. Sakura slowly made her way to the bridge where she was to meet up with her team for their first real training session.
Her team consisted of four people.
First, was Naruto Uzumaki, a slightly dim-witted Okay, she would admit it, extremely dim-witted blonde haired boy who had barely passed the Genin exam. She would never admit it, but after the test yesterday, she felt he had some strong potential as a shinobi. When asked, she would admit to having a crush on him at one point, but that had ended pretty abruptly due to circumstances she would never disclose to anyone, even if offered a million ryo.
He obviously had strong potential as a shinobi, and was fueled by hatred for someone, not that he would let anyone in on that information. Next was their Sensei, Kakashi Hatake. He was certainly a skilled Jonin, though he was late for the test yesterday, and on the day they had first met him, not to mention that he seemed to prefer his perverted books over everything else. Lastly, there was her, Sakura Haruno. She had barely started as part of a team, and she was already the weakling of her squad.
She had pink hair, and tried her best to be happy and smile all the time, and tried her best to please everyone, except herself. Nobody knew what Sakura was hiding, and nobody would ever think to imagine it either. It was something that made her wonder if falling to the wayside was actually a good thing. Sakura was the first to arrive, because her mother had sent her out of the house as quickly as possible.
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This was a normal routine. So normal, in fact, that her days of missing lunch because of it had stopped because her lunch was the first thing her mother would have finished. Mainly because people had started to ask questions. She supposed it was overkill, but she wanted to be as far away as possible. She laid back on the grass, which was still damp with dew, and watched the clouds go by. Happy moments such as these were hard to come by, ever since her mother had married someone new. At the time, it had been three years since her fathers death She was 7 when it happened , and Sakura had no hatred for her mother for seeing another guy.
She deserved to be happy after all. They had actually gotten along. But that all changed the minute the two were married.
How is the headstone for Judith Barsi related to “A fragile soul caught in the hands of fate”?
Sakura worried for her mothers safety, so she confronted him, just like a true would-be shinobi. He frightened her, but the two of them struck a deal. A deal that would soon be her worst nightmare. He already knew exactly what he wanted from the girl. She figured it meant chores, excessive amounts of manual labor. Things that, while it would seem ridiculous to have a young girl do, she could likely do them because of her training at the academy and she could pass off as more training. What he really wanted from her, what he really wanted her to do. Perhaps she would have gone to her mother from the start.
Or maybe her teacher, Iruka Sensei. But she was in too deep for it to end now. She had to protect her mother at all costs, and all the while her mother probably thought she was protecting her. But that was the way she wanted it. She was taking the beatings instead of her mother, and that was okay. The deal had been made over a year ago, and now she was stuck where she was.
He had bound her to secrecy. And if her mother outed him, he might very well kill them both. And she preferred that to the alternative. She may be a Shinobi but he was a retired one.
The rules were simple enough. If she was late returning home 5: If she resisted, there were consequences. If that were the case… Her mother would definitely look at her differently. She had started to wallow in her own self pity, which she hated doing. It was depressing, and she hated being depressed. Said raven-haired boy preferred being early, hoping to get extra training time.
Not that their currently perpetually late Sensei would be providing that. The last time they met, they all arrived at the same time, but Naruto was prone to being late. Editors continuously recheck submissions and claims.
A tribute to the memory of Judith Barsi
Currently voted the best answer. Vote for this answer. That is a lyric from "Concrete Angel" by Martina Mcbride. The narrator tells a story about a little girl named Angela Carter in the music video who's trying to deal with abuse from her alcoholic mother. Some people, including the girl's teacher, seem to notice signs of abuse, but just try to ignore it. Ultimately, the little girl is killed when her mother beats her to death in a drunken rage.
I forgot to mention how the name of a song ends up on the gravestone of someone who died in In June , a fund was set up by Judith's Fan Club to get headstones for Judith's and her mother's graves. First came the design problems. The original design of Our Lady of the Angels cathedral was based on a complex coordination system that didn't readily lend itself to building forms and positioning reinforced steel.
Because of that, the design had to be converted to true dimensions. The new design incorporated information for the embedded elements, making the job much easier for everyone involved.
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Because the cathedral was to be located in California, it was imperative that the structure be resistant to earthquakes. To achieve this, Youssef designed elastomeric base isolators that would support the million pound building. If this system was not in place, the cement walls would likely crack during a quake. Most concrete contractors will tell you that the majority of jobs are about columns and decks.
The cathedral was all about the walls.