Writer's note: Sorry, but this part doesn't have Sasuke in it yet. But I promise you that there will be in Part 2!

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto.(Though I wish I did...)

Part one(1st day).

"Why do I have to transfer to this school anyway.." I sighed as I walked through the quiet school halls of 'Windy Hills High School' with my long dark auburn hair waving side to side. Only a rhythm of chants by the reading students from some of the classes could be heard. It was only 11.05am when I looked at my watch. As I passed by the lockers, smelly old gym socks and molded lunch could be smelt from some of the lockers while the other some could smell of perfume and nail polish. 'I am a Chinese student, who eats, breathes, drinks and lives in China and I have to end up here just for a scholarship. Greaaaaattt..' I moaned in my thoughts. I looked at the puzzling school map again and sighed. 'Where the heck is class 8-G! Argh!' After a few twists and turns, I finally found the classroom. 'No wonder. It's at the back of the 8th grade wing.' the walls here were cracking and the paint were peeling off. Even the lizard was eating whitewash off the wall. I stood outside the classroom and stared at the wooden, splintered door. Inside, I could hear noises. Very LOUD noises. I slowly turned the warm doorknob and pushed the door open. I heard scrambling feet and dragged chairs and tables. When I pushed the door to its end, everybody was seated quietly in their seats. But they were looking at me.

"False alarm!" a kid yelled and everybody went back to screaming and shouting and talking, well, you know the deal. I sat at what seemed like an abandoned seat in front of the teacher's desk.
"…"

Minutes later, a teacher came in. He had grey hair and had wrinkles all over his old aged face but his auburn eyes sparked with life. I guessed that he must be at least 48 to 53 years old. I got up and had a small talk with the teacher who seemed to be an English teacher because of the way he talks and the books he carried in his bulging briefcase. He nodded a few times and smiled.

"Alright class, settle down. Today we have a new student. Her name is Xiao Ming ('small name' in Chinese). You can just call her Ming. You can have Q's and A's later. Now, we have an English pop quiz." The teacher said.

"But Mr. Drean, you didn't tell us there was gonna be a pop quiz today!" another kid whined.

"That's why it's called 'pop quiz'!" seemingly called Mr. Drean chuckled as he passed the papers around the class.

'RRRIIIINGGGGG!'

"Okay time's up, time for your break. Shawn, can you please tell me the names of those absent? And take Ming around the school after recess too." Mr. Drean said while opening the register book.

A boy which was a little taller than me nodded and walked up to me. He was pretty cute too!

"You're Xiao Ming right, from China?" Shawn asked as he pushed back his elegant blonde hair with his fingers and walked with me to the cafeteria.

"Um…yeah I am." I muttered as a boy that whizzed past almost crashed into me.

"Hahaha! You don't have to be nervous. It's normal for a newcomer!" Shawn laughed. Later during free period we'll have a Q's and A's session just for you. Okay?" He smiled sweetly at me. That made me blush…

"O-okay… I guess..." I stammered as I took a glance at my wrist watch.12pm.

"Alright! C'mon. I treat ya." Shawn said happily and put his arm around my shoulder in a..er..friendly way. I blushed 10 times redder than a tomato! My gosh! No one has ever done that to me before. At the cafeteria, students were buying food and yaking away. I noticed that the glamorous and cool people sat on one side of the cafeteria and the boring and normal students sat at the other side of the cafeteria. It looked like a feud or something.

"Psst..Shawn. Is it always like that?" I whispered.

"Like what?"

"You know, rich, popular one side and normal, lame on the other?" I arched an eye brow.

"OH! Yeah. It's ALWAYS like that. Normal… isn't it?" He asked.

"Nope. We in China mix like salads! Rich or poor, popular or lame we sit together! But we just don't mix that much." I explained.

Shawn just nodded in an oh-okay way.

'It isn't normal for me. I'm gonna change all that.' I planned in my head.

I chose my food and Shawn paid for me. The popular side looked like there was more space than the other side. So, I turned and walked to the popular end. The students that I walked pass by looked at me in astonishment and surprise.

I took a seat at an empty table and beckoned Shawn to sit with me.

"What? Are you CRAZY!" He hissed as he cautiously sat down, looking left and right.

"Nope. I'm just doing this MY way. That's all." I answered as I sucked orange juice from the straw.

'RIIINNGGG!'

"Wow… 20 minutes passed like a breeze." I said surprised and gathered the rubbish and dumped them in the trash can nearby and walked back to the class with Shawn. As we entered, I beckoned Shawn over to talk to him for a moment.

"Well, I have only 1 hour to show you around. Then we will have the A's and Q's session like I promised."

"Only 1 hour? We have to hurry!" I quickly said as I grabbed his hand and ran out of the class.

After an hour of showing me where the dorms, the teachers lounge, library, toilets, other classes and ect, ect and explaining to me that as a scholarship transfer student, I will have to sleep in the dorms. We went back to the class to talk to Mr. Drean but instead found another teacher, more rather our headmistress Mrs. Rein talking with Mr. Drean. He looked kinda sad. But he hid it quite well. As Mrs. Rein was about to leave, she noticed me and wished me with a warm smile.
"Ah, Xiao Ming I presume? Welcome to Windy Hills High. Hope you like it here!" she patted my shoulder and went out the door. Shawn and I took our seats because Mr. Drean had something to say.

"My beloved students; I am now 55 years old. It's time I-I retire. Mrs. Rein said that I am too old to be a teacher now and need to retire." Mr. Drean said sadly.

Gasps started coming out of the students' dry mouths.

"Yes I know this is very sudden. Especially when we have a new student here-" Mr. Drean paused and looked at me. Then he continued,

"But, I am really too old and I need a rest. At least I still have another week to teach you all. After that, a new foreign teacher will replace me; as the teacher of this class and a physics teacher. Mr. Werth will take over my English lessons."

"What! Mr. Werth! No WAY! He's mean!" a kid voiced out from among us. Agreements followed shortly after that.

"I know, I know. But he's the only teacher that is as good as me in English! There's no one else. Anyway, let's have our question and answer session now!" Mr. Drean smiled.

Yeah. 1 week came and went in a blink of an eye; but what about our new teacher? We heard from Mrs. Rein that 'he' is from Japan. Imagine JAPAN! The land of the rising sun! Wow. And he's only 20 years old. I wonder how he looks…