Okay! So! I had huge plans for this story, and I still have an idea what I was going to do. However... I stopped watching Naruto after the Pain arch, and have grown to generally despise it, hate all you like. This is AU anyway, but I feel like I should mention that I essentially forgot everything about Naruto...

If you read the reviews there is a story called 'Public School' something or other, I read that fic about a year or something before I wrote this, and that was what inspired me to write this, once I read back over the other, so much was similar, I didn't mean for it to be, and I didn't 'copy and paste' as was suggested, I simply felt I could do it... different, not better, I don't mean it like that, I just read it and thought, 'what if this happened?'

Chapter One – Breaking News

"Huh?" I sat up, looking to my bedroom door, not entirely convinced if I had heard something, or if it was just my imagination. It seems I had heard something; my parents stood in the doorway, waiting. Annoyingly respecting me, and my space.

"Come in." I sighed, pulling my headphones off, "What's up?"

My parents walked in, my father stood with his arm protectively around my mother. Like me, my father had been prematurely graced with white hair. However, he maintained a professional, short cut, where I had allowed my hair to grow out in some sort of rebellion. A tall, well built man, with deep, threatening eyes. In the looming presence of my father, My mother seemed so small and fragile. So delicate. Nothing could have been further from the truth. She was a strong woman, both mentally and physically. So warm and loving, as a mother should be, but utterly terrifying if you did something wrong, as a mother should be. She came to sit beside me, her soft eyes making me feel like the five year old I'm sure she still seen me as.

"Jiraiya, honey, we have some … news … for you."

"Yeah?" I waited, hoping she might tell me, but it wasn't to be, and I had to coax the news out of her, "What is it?" She started stroking the long, tangled, white mess that was my hair, and I knew that the news was bad news. "Honey, we're moving…"

I laughed, angrily, "What the fuck! No way! Seriously!?"

"…in a week."

"Wait! What?" I challenged, "How can we be moving in a week? You'd have to sell the house, and find a new place and sort schools and stuff."

"We've been planning this for six months" My mother informed me.

"What?" I couldn't believe the words I was hearing. "Fuck off!" Assholes!" I was just venting now. "Do you hate me or something? I don't want to move again! I'm not moving." I fell backwards, lying down on my bed. Forgetting my cat was on the bed, I almost lay on him, if he hadn't hissed at me and ran off he would have been caught underneath me. It was then a thought occurred to me, "Why the hell am I just finding out now?!"

"Well, bec-" My mothers soft, calming tone was interrupted by the intimidating boom that was the voice of my father.

"Because you are a petulant brat and we knew you'd act like this!" He shouted and stormed out of my room.

My mother sighed and lay down beside me. She turned on her side looking at me, as I continued to stare at the ceiling. "Jiraiya." Her voice was firm. "This will be good for you. There are way too many bad influences around here. Those boys you hang around with are no good! Why are a bunch of nineteen year old boys hanging around with someone two years their younger?"

Why did she have to speak sense?

"You have picked up this cursing habit, obviously from these boys! You don't even show your father and I any respect at all any more. You are always getting into fights, again, at the fault of these boys. I get so many calls from school. You're never there, and if you are, you are rude, or breaking rules. You don't realise how much you're hurting me..." She trailed off, hear voice almost breaking. "This is good for you." She got up, and left my room, pausing at the door.

I sighed, " I fucking hate moving! It sucks!"

"Tsunade moved to the same area about 6 months ago."

That wouldn't be too bad, I missed Tsunade, it would be great to see her again. Not that my mother needed to know that. I didn't say anything else to her, and she walked away, with an audible sigh.

"Well, I tried. I guess it's up to your father to deal with you."

"Shit!" I thought as my mother left my room. He never hit me or anything, but my father knew how to throw his weight around. He was an immensely intimidating man, and could make anyone feel small with just a few sharp words. I let my mind wander, thinking about the sudden changes that were inevitably coming my way. I was lying on a bed, in a room that in a week would no longer be my own. I hated moving! We had moved four times in my lifetime already. When I was six we moved away from a place called Konoha and moved to the other side of the Fire Country. I didn't fit in at all and I couldn't make any new friends, I grew kind of shy and detached from everyone, including my parents. Or so they tell me. We moved again when I was eight; it was a major move, out of the Fire Country completely, to the Water Country. For a while, I was bullied, and got into a lot of fights, and lost 98% of them. At least, that was until I became very aggressive and began to take it out on my parents. I remember attacking my dad one day after school, when an older boy had beaten me up. He was so angry with me. Couldn't believe what I had done. They took me to a child psychologist, and after a few sessions, it came out that I was being bullied, and it was decided they would move once more, get a new start. On my 11th birthday, we moved again, but it wasn't so bad this time around. A girl who I knew when I was younger, Tsunade, stayed in the village we moved to. It was great having friends for the first time, I stopped fighting and began talking again. Unfortunately, after a year, Tsunade moved, then just after my thirteenth birthday and pretty close to Christmas, we moved back to the Fire Country. I made friends with some guys who were two years older than me, got into a lot of fights, under their influence. I very rarely went to school and again became very detached and aggressive. The more I thought about it, the more I couldn't believe my childhood was even real.

"Jiraiya! Get down here!" My fathers booming voice had interrupted my thoughts. "JIRAIYA!" I jumped as he shouted again. Running down to the living room, I passed my mother on the stairs, and she patted my shoulder. Great. Support. That did not bode well. I reached the bottom of the stairs, and my eyes scanned the room looking for my dad. He was stood by the window on the far side of the living room. I walked through the room, and once I was as close as I dared to be, I found myself fidgeting with the rug under my feet, scrunching my toes around the spaghetti like strands.

"Yes...?"

He turned and looked me up and down, slowly making his way over to me. He stopped just inches in front of me. Taking half a step back I cowered slightly away from my father and looked up into his eyes.

"I'm not a pushover like your mother, so, I'm going to say this once, and once only." He grabbed the two and a half foot mass that was my ponytail.

"Fuck!" I spat instinctively. My father was not impressed. He tightened the grip on my hair and I gasped, fighting back a yelp.

"You better listen and understand." He tugged a little more, and a tear threatened, although not from pain, and more from panic. "We are moving. That is that. I will drag you if I have to. You will get a grip on your life, and you will graduate from high school this year." He let go.

I walked away, and once I was far enough away I did something very dumb. "You will have to drag me!" I yelled as I began up the stairs. I heard my father walk and I practically jumped the rest of the flight.

"Don't you dare be so fucking cheeky!" He yelled up behind me. "Start packing!"

I decided not to argue. I decided to pack.

Updated 21 September 15

Okay, so, thoughts?

I hope I can keep up with this, please, don't let me fall away again.