I wrote something similar to this awhile back, but my writings improved a bit, so I wanted to completely redo it.
Enjoy!
She sucked in a deep breath trying to calm her racing heart. She'd only ever been to one high school, but it was normal there. There she had friends, there she had a family and there it had been a typical school it hadn't been an academy.
This place was out of the ordinary, with its towering red brick walls and black wrought iron fences. There were teens scattered everywhere among the courtyard, chatting with friends before the first bell rang. The thing that struck her as the most odd was the fact that everyone dressed the same and still managed to look so different from each other.
It was then that she felt grateful for her bright hair. Although she wouldn't fit right in, she wouldn't be lost among the crowd either.
Most everyone was seated in various places and positions in the grass, some were walking into the building following the pavement that parted the sea of green and a few were perched upon the wall leading into the front entrance.
She made her way to the building hoping that miraculously she'd find the front office, but as she walked up the steps leading in she was stopped.
"Hey you!" somebody called. She ignored it hoping the boy who was shouting was looking somewhere else, not at her. She took another step and he called out again, this time she knew he was speaking to her, "girl with the pink hair!"
She sighed, turned around and smiled like she was grateful he was even speaking to her. She twiddled her thumbs behind her back and waited for him to say something.
"Whats your name?" he asked, him and all his friends seemed like random perverts that she shouldn't care about. But there was a boy on the outskirts of the group, sitting on the wall like all the rest, but he didn't look at her like she was a new girl, in fact he didn't look at her at all.
He made her curious, she tried to take a closer look, moved down a step and saw he was looking straight at her.
She hadn't noticed him move or even thought he had noticed her. To her he was beautiful, someone you could stare at forever, but the only reason you wouldn't was the malevolent look on his face.
Distantly, she heard the other boy speaking angrily and caught a name in the hurricane of curses. Sasuke.
Slowly the boy turned his head as if he didn't mind having a girl look at him in fascination. He seemed absorbed in something completely different out in the courtyard.
His face seemed so familiar to her and she didn't like that familiarity, it had an air of wickedness about it. She knew those eyes so well, the set of his serious mouth, the point of his arrogant nose, but she'd never seen cheekbones so well sculpted.
She felt the question on the tip of her tongue, felt it slip out and even felt him snap to attention as the words echoed around in his head.
"Do you know an Itachi?"
His hair shifted slightly as he jumped from the wall, he stood a few inches taller than her even a few steps lower. "How do you know that name?" he growled. To her he looked like a predator.
"He was an acquaintance of my mothers." She threw out quickly, he frightened her.
He searched her eyes for a lie, but before he could find anything she turned and walked away hastily. She vowed to stay away from him, just as she vowed to never look at Itachi with respect again.
She thought perhaps she should forget the past, but...
"Stop mother-loving her and get her in here dammit!"
Shivers ran down her spine, she was too scared it would happen again if she forgot.
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