Since I'm so obsessed with band, I got inspired to write this. AND THREE YEAR WRITERS BLOCK FREE!! WHEEEEE!!
Thoughts
Inner self
"Talking"
Disclaimer: I don't own any junk food, drink brands, and amusement parks. I particularly don't own the architecture and contents of the band and choir room. It was simply based off from my own school's band and choir room.
EXTRA NOTE: This story contains MAJOR profanity, which I use, but still; if you're not used to strong trash language, I suggest you don't read this. But your still probably going to read it anyway because I said don't read it, because it's called 'REVERSE PHSYCOLOGY'.
Setting: Beginning of school, eighth grade
Introduction
In the country of Konoha, there are many schools. And all of these schools may be different, but have at least two things in common:
Weird, insane, crazy (or all of the above) people.
One of the best bands and choir you'll ever see, or hear, depending if you're deaf or blind.
Except one school especially stood out.
Fiery Middle School
(AN: Crappy name? I know.)
XOXOXOXOXO
Ch. 1: Replacement Elective
B-Bmp Buh Buh B-buh bmp
The steady beat of the bass drum sounded in the air even before she heard it clearly. All of a sudden, a woody, crisp sound sliced like butter through the silence.
She shivered at the sudden sound, but continued to proceed into the band room, momentarily forgetting what she was doing. When she entered, she felt like she was tiny cell against the warped room.
It had curved walls, to reflect sound, making it louder. Two of its walls were covered with huge lockers that contained instruments. A drum set lay proudly in a corner, the sunlight making it shine. A piano was placed next to the drum set, the blackness of it was layered with the slightest bit of dust, just enough to blow off.
She nearly tripped over the wooden platforms (platforms that carried the heavy weight of percussion/percussionists) and the stray cases of instruments lying on the floor. The students concentrated with unblinking eyes, all seated in dizzying rows of black chairs.
At the front was a whiteboard, covered with random drawings and writings. The only music related thing on it was the piece they were to play. In front of the board, a man with a scar over his cheek made sharp movements with his baton as he flipped a page.
She gulped and walked quietly toward him, standing from him at a good distance, waiting to be noticed. It wasn't long before Iruka glanced at her and beckoned the pink haired girl closer. He put down his baton, but the students continued to play.
Haruno Sakura, age thirteen, flickered at his face nervously before glancing back down quickly. She handed him a letter sent by her elective teacher, Mizuki. He just flashed Sakura a grin before going back to conducting. Sakura gulped nervously and walked as fast as her legs would carry her.
Breathing? Check. No white spots? Check. Sky? Check. Bird poo about to hit a jacket?
"WHAT THE HELL!!"
Check.
And pink haired, short Sakura had a reason to be hyperventilating: Almost every single popular, smart, ultra handsome kid was in band, or choir. Literally. And she wasn't. Not only that, it was the best middle school band and choir in the country. Maybe even the world! Literally. And she wasn't in it.
She sighed and ran her fingers through her pink hair; the only pink hair anyone has been seen within miles. Her green eyes reflected her relief as she went back to her fifth period class: speech. Not that she particularly liked it, of course, but her parents chose her to do so, thinking that their little, short and cute Sakura, who probably would get kidnapped by the evil witch with a candy house, was too shy and needed to talk more. Just the thought about her parents made her stop momentarily in her tracks and cast the ground a glare before walking once more.
Sakura snorted; need to talk more my ass. Opening the blue painted door quietly, she entered the room and took care on closing the door. And she probably never could've guessed why her teacher was looking at her oddly.
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After school, 3:00 P.M.
Iruka sighed and wiped away sweat that was forming on his brow. Someone turned off the air conditioning again, he thought, his eye twitching. It was unusually warm today, and usually unusual things happen on unusually warm days. (Bet you can't say that five times fast!)
And our black haired, scruffy man wasn't much for unusual stuff.
He sighed once more and rummaged through his untidy desk for the letter he received in fifth period. Exasperated, Iruka finally shoved down fifteen stacks of white paper, empty envelopes, colored paper, some doodles back in eighth grade, you name it.
His eye twitched dangerously at the mess on the carpet. Did you know that Iruka was also not much of a cleaner? Figures.
Well, after quite a while Iruka finally found the sealed envelope and flopped down into his now seemingly comfy chair. Tearing the top open, he opened the folded paper and stared dumbfounded at the letter after a minute or so.
Dear Iruka,
I'm sure you know my eighth grade student, Haruno Sakura, the one I sent to give you this letter? That's her. ((At this, Iruka recalled the pink haired girl.))
Well, lately she's been failing speech class, probably due to the lack of confidence, and I've been thinking about her replacement elective. At last, I figured, why not your class? Your class is full of wonderfully confident people, and I'm thinking she needs to become more confident. ((Iruka snorted, wonderfully confident my ass; the whole damn lot is wonderfully stuck up.))
So it is my hope that you should agree to my plan and help her to become more confident.
Your friend,
Mizuki
Yes, this was why he stared dumbfounded at this letter.
"IRUKA SENSEI!! CAN I BORROW FIFTY CENTS?!" Iruka winced, coming back to reality.
"Naruto, you do realize I gave your allowance just yesterday, right?" Iruka muttered through gritted teeth.
"Ehehe…Sasuke-teme…took…it?" Naruto sheepishly rubbed the back of his blonde head, slowly backing away from his teacher and foster father. Unknowingly, Iruka-sensei is Uzumaki Naruto's AND Uchiha Sasuke's current caretaker. But, surprisingly, none of the students knew that.
"Hn, that stupid dobe bought ramen again, no doubt," the infamous, not to mention second to last, Uchiha muttered, his arms folded over his chest.
Iruka sighed and rubbed his temples. Unwillingly, he took out his wallet and fished out a dollar. Glaring at the blonde male, he smacked the dollar on his forehead and stuffed his wallet back into his pocket.
"Thanks so much!! I'll work extra, promise!" Naruto cried happily. Though everyone knew he'll never do that. He'll probably just sit around doing nothing but eat ramen; yeah, that's what he'll do.
Naruto ran towards the snack shack, where everything only costs fifty cents, and pondered at what he should buy. Sasuke followed, shouldering him as he hovered over the choices.
"Hey teme, what the hell was that for!" Naruto jumped away and yelled at him, thrusting his fists in front of him, getting into a defensive stance. Sasuke only glanced at him.
"You have one dollar. One thing here costs fifty cents. Now think, what's fifty cents plus another fifty?" Sasuke asked, sorting through the mess of junk food.
Naruto stopped to ponder this. "Um… That would be one dollar, right?" Sasuke rolled his eyes back at his brother's stupidity.
He's in advanced math with me, yet it takes him five minutes to figure out what fifty plus fifty is? No wonder he doesn't know why I call him dobe, Sasuke remarked in his mind before grabbing a bottle of blue Gatorade and walking over to the risers where the choir sat.
The snack shack was in the very corner in the choir room, next to the door, and conveniently next to the trash can. It was simply an assortment of food and drinks in a cabinet, strictly only for afterschool, with a makeshift cashier to put money in and take out change.
As for the choir room, it was a much smaller room than the band room, due to the fact fewer people chose to do choir. It usually was only girls who joined along with at least one to five guys per year.
The room still had curved walls to reflect sound, and huge risers stood in the middle of the room with black chairs propped on top.
And unlike the band room, it was surrounded by a row of broken computers (all due to Naruto's sixth grade hyper attitude) on one side while the other sides were lined with cabinets. The band room only had one cabinet, and that was under the sink. It also had two whiteboards instead of one; this, Naruto complained about regularly.
Speaking of Naruto, he was staring dumbfounded at his brother, still deciding to just pay for what Sasuke took or beat the crap out of him. After all, he just realized that one dollar can buy two items.
The raven haired boy decided to make the decision for him. He popped the lid of his Gatorade open and took a swig of it. Naruto sighed, So much for returning the item.
A beaten man, he grabbed his favorite bag of Lays and jammed the money inside the poor cashier.
"Boys, come here for a moment," Iruka said at last, breaking the awkward tension in the air. Grumbling, the said males walked lazily towards their supposedly 'father'. Iruka commenced his speech automatically.
"Now, usually, I never have eighth graders join band, even if it is the beginning of the year because they usually want to join only for the Disney Land trip. But now, here's the problem: There's this girl who's in speech that is completely unaware of the fact that she will move out of her elective class. Mizuki, my former assistant, teaches speech and suggests that I should take her in. Do you think I should let her join or not?" Iruka said, thinking thoughtfully as the words came out.
And for a while, there was silence.
"Is she hot?" Naruto asked blankly.
Crack, crack,
POW!
Sasuke, whose fist was still in the air, said, "Well, if she's a social outcast she probably didn't hear about the Disney Land trip so she wouldn't care. But the main problem is: would she be able to catch up with us in our skills?"
"Yeah, that's true… So what's her name?" Naruto asked out of thin air, carefully putting a bandage on his forehead. To this, Iruka replied, "Haruno Sakura."
Naruto automatically jumped up to his feet and searched his father's office.
"Dictionary, music book……… Music book, music, music, music, music, music, ((At this point he was singing)) music, music, music, music…. AHA! Yearbook!" The blonde flipped through it and flipped and flipped and flipped and flipped until he realized…
That the yearbook wasn't in alphabetical order.
"Hn, dobe." The Uchiha grunted and crossed his arms. And for once, the Uzumaki ignored.
"Eheheh…. What exactly is her core class?" Naruto asked sheepishly. Iruka shrugged, Sasuke grunted, Naruto sighed. And so began the painstaking journey of searching through every single class….
Until Iruka said, "You know I could just tell you how she looks like." The immediate response? "YOU KNOW WHAT SHE LOOKS LIKE BUT YOU DIDN'T TELL ME?!"
Nod
"Uh…. no thank you?" Naruto said slowly. And so continued his boring (cough) exciting quest.
Tick, tock
Tick, tock
Tick, tock
THUD
"She. Is. HOOOOOOT!!" Naruto yelled with dreamy heart eyes. Even then the Uchiha couldn't help but feel a little curious at how she looked like. So he picked up the yearbook and stopped immediately at a specific color.
"She has pink hair." Naruto sweat dropped at his blank comment. "THAT'S IT?! Not even 'the creamiest, and I bet soft, skin' or 'the most beautiful mixture of sea-foam and emerald eye color combined as one?' Not even THAT?!" Naruto was practically spitting at the Uchiha.
Awkward silence.
"No."
Naruto fell, exasperated at his brother's non-poetic heart.
"Pink hair, mouth, skin, and eyes. You happy?"
"NO! NEVER!!"
Sasuke groaned and walked away, exasperated at his brother's drama queen mode.
And poor, poor Iruka was in the middle of everything.
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Larene Way, 3:30 P.M.
Slinging her backpack over her shoulder, Sakura grunted and stumbled backwards before gritting her teeth stubbornly together and forced a step forward. Her red backpack was decorated with a white circle, something her mother sewed on since 5th grade.
And so she went on her lonely journey, Sakura carrying the massive weight of textbooks while poor Mr. Backpack tried to survive by not getting ripped.
Finally deciding to stop her vain struggles, she leaned against a tree, panting and glaring at the sidewalk. Pushing up her falling ponytail, she shook loose strands of hair away from her eyes and struggled forward once more.
All the while her valiant forehead gleaming brightly.
Leaning forward, she growled in frustration and inched her foot forward. But, as if God finally took pity on her after 3 years, he sent down an angel to carry her burden.
Sakura sighed with content and relaxed for a moment.
"This isn't really that heavy you know."
"AAAAAAAAHHHH!!" Sakura jumped up and turned around to face her angel…
…Only to end up facing the one and only Uchiha.
And falling backwards.
"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEK!!"
Sakura shut her eyes tightly, Mr. Backpack sliding off her aching shoulders.
She was waiting...
And waiting...
And waiting…
Waiting………………..
Where were we?
Oh yeah.
And, of course,
She fell.
"Owwie," Sakura cursed under her breath, rubbing her sore shoulders and back. She blindly patted the ground, trying to grasp Mr. Backpack's familiar, torn cloth, all ripped up nicely at the seam…
Wait….
RIPPED?!
Sakura never had a more devastating moment.
"You're crying over a stupid, worn-out backpack? Pathetic."
Wait, cross that out. Sakura never had a more infuriating moment.
She shot up, her currently pinkish green eyes glittered dangerously; as if on the verge of glaring murderously and crying her eyes out.
WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH THIS GUY'S NERVES?! I SAY WE BEAT THE CRAP OUT OF HIM. HELL YA!!
Despite her inner's absolutely annoying, continuous ranting, Sakura never could've agreed more.
"Well, look who's talking. You're…" Sakura's voice faltered. She was talking to the Uchiha Sasuke, the most popular guy at school, who can send waves of dangerous fangirls and policemen in the snap of a finger to attack a social outcast and absolute loner like her.
"'You're', what?" Sasuke continued, smirking down at her with a raised eyebrow.
Except that Uchiha Sasuke had made a grave mistake. A grave, grave mistake. A mistake that God decided to write down as the eleventh commandment.
You do not smirk down at Haruno Sakura.
And of course, she snapped.
"YOU'RE A GODDAMN FUCKING CHICKEN ASS HAIRED BITCH!! THAT'S WHO YOU ARE!!"
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Wow, this was a long one. BUT I FINALLY GOT OUT OF WRITER'S BLOCK!! Congrats to me!!
And also, though you might have noticed, I'M A COMPLETE BAND OBSESSED PERSON. And I'm proud of it!!
REVIEW PLEASE!! COOKIES FOR EVERYONE!!