An alarm clock rings. A kid wakes up with a moan. He rolls out of bed and puts on some clothes for school. He grabs a roll freshly baked by his mom and heads out the door. His mom yelled out goodbye, but the kid did not answer back. As he walked down the road heading towards the school. He passed by some other kids his age that went to the same school. They never noticed him. They just kept on talking to each other as the kid passed them. He then noticed two other people, one girl one boy, talking and hugging each other. Something struck the boy real hard, like someone hit him in the gut. At the same time he felt very depressed. No one girl ever liked him or ever wanted to go out with him.
He just kept walking. He wanted to get school over with. So he can go home and go on with his life. He entered the school building and took a seat inside. He got his paper and pencil and started to draw. He drew a character that looked completely different from him. This character looked eager, like he was ready to jump out at someone. The character also had wild, black hair. This character looked like a person that would go under the "cool" people. Unlike the character, the creator looked very depressed, like he was hit with a ton of sadness. He also had flat, but crazy hair. He dressed in baggy clothes.
The kid smiled at his drawing. He always wished that he could be like the characters that he draws: less shy and eager to do anything. Then the kid looked at his drawing again and got angry. He took his drawing and crumpled it up. It didn't matter what he drew, nobody would appreciate it anyways. Tears started to swell up in his eyes. He opened his drawing back up and stared at it again. He couldn't throw away something like this. He felt like the drawing was part of him. If he threw it away, it would be like throwing part of himself away.
The teacher finally entered the room. He was tall, wearing a teacher uniform: black pants, black shirt, and a dark green vest over the shirt, and a headband signifying which village he came from. By then all the students gathered in the school building. The teacher waited until all the students were seated and then started his speech.
"Hello students. If you all don't know who I am, my name is Iruke Umino. I'm your sensei. My job here is to teach students willing to be taught the way of the ninja. The way of the ninja is a tough one, but with my help, you'll have no trouble in the ninja life." I rolled my eyes. I knew he was just saying that to keep most of the students confident.
He continued,"First thing I'm going to do is role call. Jim Lee?"
Somewhere across the room,"Here."
"Crystal Uchiha?"
"Here."
"Hijia Uchiha"
"Here."
"Oturan Uzamaki?"
"Here."
He continued saying names with a "here" response. I just sat there and listened to all the students' names. I had to get used to all the kids, or I'll act like I was weird.
Then he said,"Will Heshia?"
I looked up in alarm. I acted as though I didn't even know my own name.
I responded,"Here."