--X-X-X I DON'T OWN NARUTO!!X-X-X--
A loud ringing echoes through the empty halls. All is still and quiet. Then the doors fling open and wave after wave of students pour out of the class room towards the cafeteria. Lagging behind all his classmates Nate packs away his books into his bright orange bag. A figure lingers in the doorway. Nate glances up and the silhouette disappears. Leaning against the outside wall Hayley wishes she could admit to Nate that she liked him but she never seems to be able to find the right words. She hears footsteps approaching and silently walks in the opposite direction.Her grey eyes dulled by the thought of never telling him her feelings.
Back in the class room Nate slings his bag over his shoulders, walks towards the door but is blocked by a boy in the doorway. Confidants radiates from his presence, his dark eyes felt as if they were looking into his bare soul. Every graceful movement he made was quickly followed by the sounds of girls swooning. His dark hair perfect and his attitude. Well, he's a bit of a dick. Nate then realised the scrutinising look he was receiving from the boy. Then without hesitation the boy steps forward and sweeps Nate aside at the same time. He walks to his desk and opens it to reveal the reason for returning. His stop watch. Being on the schools track team he practiced every lunch. The boy walks past Nate as if he was not even there. This infuriates Nate.
Hey, Sam! Nate shouts after him. Sam stops and turns towards Nate. The girls glaring at Nate for speaking to Sam in such a manor.
What do you want, loser? Sam asked impatiently.
The second that Sam said the word loser something in Nate's mind clicked. A strange memory appears in his mind. A boy that sort of looked like Sam was stood in front of him, giving him the exact same look. Except, this other boy wore a blue shirt with a stiff collar that covered his neck. Also white shorts and some strange looking blue sandals. His hair was slightly different and across his forehead was some kind of bandanna with a metal plate attached. The memory was foreign and didn't seem to belong to him, yet it was strangely familiar. A confused look spread across Nate's face and he began to scratch his spiked blond head.Sam rolls his onyx eyes and exits the room without another word, closely followed by his 'fan girls'.
What had he just experienced? Who was this boy? Why did he act just like Sam? Still thinking Nate exits the classroom. His arms raise and cling to the back of his head as he walks. Deep in thought he shuts his eyes and walks straight in to a girl. After the impact Nate opens his eyes to see who he had collided with.
'Aw,crap!'thought Nate realising that he had just crashed into Stacy, the girl of his dreams. Her long luxurious pink locks frame her beautiful face. Nate gets up and offers his hand to Stacy. She then proceeds to bat it away and pulls her self up. Her glittering green eyes locked onto his face. Composing herself once more Stacy walks up to Nate and gently caresses his face. Nate's confusion plain on his face. Stacy leans back slightly and then quick as lightning smacks Nate on the head.
Look where your going next time Nate!Stacy turns abruptly and heads in the opposite direction.
Damn it!thought Nate rubbing his aching head. Once again lifting himself from the cold hallway floor. Watching as Stacy stormed down towards the door. Glancing back with sharp eyes. Another memory formed into Nate's mind. A girl with long pink hair and green eyes and again she looked like Stacy but not quite. Instead of the school uniform a red dress and black short leggings. She was also wearing the strange blue sandals. Walking away from him this girl seemed to have the same intense hatred of him. Nate sighs and walks down the hall to the courtyard. There were lots off people around.
Nate's glanced around and then caught sight of a lonely decrepid swing hanging from a large tree. His pupils dilated. Another foreign memory enters his thoughts. He is sat on the swing looking over at the other students some look familiar but not quite. He feels sad. The memory fades. His hands clutch hit spiky head. 'Whats going on?!'As people walks past his head is filled with memories of people he didn't know but they seemed so familiar to him.
Nate rushes inside heading towards the boy's bathroom. The door flings open and he splashes water onto his face. 'Get a grip Nate.' Nate then looks into the mirror but instead of his normal reflection he sees another boy. With blond spiky hair like his but he wore a bandanna like the other boy he saw. The boy in the mirror had the same eyes but also had tree streaks across each cheek. The reflection wasn't wearing the school uniform either but a bright orange Jacket and a white collar. Nate raises his hand to touch the reflection . The reflection then does something unexpected. He begins to shout at Nate. Silent shouts of desperation. Nate was no lipreader but he seemed to be saying... wake up...