Ro-ze Irashia walked to Konoha High School. Her first day of this school. She had transferred to Konoha High after an, ahem, incident at Kirigakure Preparatory Academy that involved some pretty strange things, as her new school counselor calls it. Anyway, as she walked, she pulled her little black 1 ½ inch mp3 player and scrolled through the blue typed songs. "No, no, no, no, mmm, maybe, I'm Not Okay… Yeah!" She hit the okay button and ruffled the back of her hair to make sure it didn't go flat.
To most kids, they had had time to find their cliques, see where they sat at lunch, who was a slut, the cool seniors, and the teachers who would give you extra time on a project. Not Ro-ze. The only thing she knew about this school was that it was a pretty new school, and she wasn't going to fit in. At her old school , there were cliques, but they were extreme cliques. If you weren't completely devoted, the didn't like you. Period. Ro-ze was an in-between scene-emo-prep. She was really bouncy and hyper, but she never went without black and eye liner… and her Gir wallet. She couldn't stand Miley Cyrus, but everyone else was cool. Her absolute favourite band? Flyleaf, at the moment.
Today she had to make a good first impression. She had gone with her V-neck ¾ sleeved shirt with a studded belt around her waist and her zipper jeans. They had zippers on the front pockets, all four, and about 3 ½ inches down each side. All black of course. Her canvas shoes were covered in names and little doodles, the bottoms drawn with blue pen zig-zag lines. Her eye liner that day was extra thick. Her Jashinist necklace was front and center above her breast. Her light wheat blonde hair was swept far to the side in the front and duck tailed in the back. Got2B does wonders, she thought to herself.
"I'm no~ot ooookay. I'm not okaaay. I'm not oka~a~ay. You wear me o~out. Guitar solo!" She adjusted her over gigantic red and black purse that matched her worn out red and black 4 sizes too big jacket. With every step, she felt her fanged belt buckle stab into her uterus. She stared down at her fluorescent orange nails and smiled. She was all giddy inside. Her heart thumping and her throat seizing up with a bubble. She laughed nervously to the cold, December wind.
There it was, Konoha High School.