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Deidara

I walked down the now empty halls of my new school; looking around for my first class. Naturally, I took my time finding said classroom. Really, I couldn't care less if I was late or not, because I didn't want to be here in the first place. I would have much rather been back in Iwa with my friends and gang members. But my parents didn't care. They wanted me to come to Suna with them when they found better jobs. And I wasn't really liking it here.

Reaching my first class, I scowled at the door before I put on a bored expression and slid open the door. I glanced around the room as I walked to the teacher's desk. This year wasn't going to be fun.

"New here?" The teacher asked, looking up at me.

No shit, Sherlock. "Yeah," I answered in a bored tone.

"Alright, let's see…You can sit back there, next to Sasori – the kid with the red hair." He paused and I raised an eyebrow. "Ah…What's your name?"

I sighed and muttered, "Deidara."

"Right." He marked me down on a piece of paper. "Take your seat."

I nodded and shuffled to my seat. So now I knew that this teacher was a complete moron and I could probably get away with a lot of crap in this class. Fun.

"Hey," Sasori whispered. I looked at him and he smiled at me.

"Yeah," I muttered, resting my chin on my hand and propping my elbow on the desk. And it started. The kid just started talking. I don't even know what he was talking about. But he was talking; going on and on about who-knows-what. I was guessing Sasori was trying to start a conversation, but I just didn't care. So I muttered a "yeah" or an "uh-huh" every once in awhile.

Eventually he gave up and looked at the front of the room. Finally, I thought.

Sasori tried to talk to me in second period and then again in third. Getting the same results each time. By lunch, he didn't even try. But I did.

Right before lunch, I looked at Sasori and asked, "Hey, Sasori?"

"Hm?" He glanced at me.

"Are there cliques in this school, yeah?" I could tell by the look on his face that he was surprised I was talking to him and then he couldn't figure out why I was asking him that.

"Yeah. There are the four main groups that matter the most: preps, nerds, geeks, and the 'scary people'. Then there are the minor: emos, Goths, punks, and general outcasts. If you're stuck in the major, people will recognize you – in good and bad ways. But if you're in the minor, then most likely people will leave you alone," Sasori explained.

I was surprised that the emos, punks, and Goths all got their own classification. When Sasori had said "scary people", I had assumed he had meant those three groups. But since they all had different categories, I wondered what he meant by "scary people."

"'Kay, thanks, yeah." I turned away from him and walked into the lunch room. I immediately knew what he was talking about with the cliques when I stepped in.

The front two tables were occupied by the preps. Then behind one were the nerds and on the other side, the geeks; behind the nerds were the "scary people". The table behind the geeks was empty; but behind that were the emos. Behind the "scary people" wee the Goths and behind them the punks; and at the last table, were the outcasts.

Well, CRAP! I thought, looking around. I didn't really drop into any of the groups. This was weird, because I didn't think there was a "super-outcasts" group at all.

Guess I'd just have to make one. I walked over to the only empty table and claimed it – even though I was sure no one would come over here because they avoided this table for a reason. I reached into my pocket and pulled out a bottle cap. I flipped it around on the table for a few minutes before I started spinning it. I was vaguely aware of people staring at me, but since it was more than one person, I ignored it.

I sat there as long as I could manage and then stood up and tried to leave. Almost on the third – and final – step when someone asked, "Yo, girl. Why aren't you in a girl's uniform?"

I spun around. "I'm not a girl, yeah." Idiots.

"Sure look like one." The boy shrugged. And I lost it. Forgetting the promise I had made to my mom this morning – "I promise I won't beat anybody up over my gender" – I threw myself at the retard. I'd gotten crap about being a girl so much last year; I didn't want it this year. Thanks to Sasori, my patience had already been running low and this boy asked the wrong thing.

I heard some teacher yelling at me to stop. So I did. I looked down at the bloody pulp that used to be a face. Ah shit. I brought my head up and scowled at everyone who was staring at me – which happened to be everyone in the lunchroom. The damn teacher from my first class was running over to me. Okay, looks like I wouldn't be getting away with as much as I though I would be with him.

It only took a few seconds after I stood up fro kids to start muttering. And I was whisked away to the principal's office.

"Why'd you do that?" The teacher asked as we walked down the halls.

"He called me a girl, yeah," I cried.

"Oh great. No another one," The teacher mumbled.

"Another one"? I thought. Were there other people here who had issues with mistaken genders?

When we reached the office, I was told to wait outside for a minute while the teacher went in. I did. It didn't' take long before I heard the principal scream, "Not anotherone!" There it was again. What're they talking about?

The teacher ushered me in and sat me down in front of the principal.

Wonderful.