(A/N

My knowledge of the series is not flawless. In fact, it's not that good so if the characters I write about become OOC…Please forgive me. I'm also new to writing fan fiction. (This is my first one.) I'll try to keep my English clear.. but no promises….

I don't know why I have to say this but I do not own Assassination Classroom or any of the characters described in my fan fiction.

I hate my life. Thought Nagisa as he sat at his desk completely ignoring the rambling of his strange teacher.

Nagisa was in a bad mood: A result of what had previously occurred during his day. As he sat in class trying to pretend he didn't exist he couldn't help but to vividly recall just what had happened earlier that morning.

~ Nagisa - Earlier ~

He blinked, rolling over in his bed tiredly.

As the morning light flooded in through the window Nagisa suddenly sat up, his eyes became wide as he realized just how late it was.

Quickly he looked over at his alarm clock only to see that it wasn't there. He looked around, spotting it on the floor.

Damn…He thought. I must have knocked it off somehow.

A thought suddenly came to mind as he sat up becoming increasingly alarmed. Quickly he got up off the bed shaking his head slightly in an attempt to wake himself up.

Maybe if I leave quickly enough she won't realize

He rushed to put his school uniform on as fast as he could. Just as he had it on and was about to open his bedroom door there was a sharp knock.

He froze right in front of the door.

"Nagisa?" His mother's voice called in a gentle calm tone from the other side of the door, but he wasn't fooled by how she sounded...He knew her far better than that.

She's going to kill me…

He hesitated. He knew how his mother was and he knew that she was bound to overreact. She was in times like these very psychotic.

He reached out, grabbing the door handle and hesitantly pulled the door open. Of course, just as he was expecting, there was his mother waiting on the other side. There was a pause before she began to question him.

"So Nagisa? Why are you still here? Aren't you supposed to be at school?" She said, with a slightly irritated tone.

"Yes mother.." He said quietly, still watching her carefully.

"Yes mother what?" She said with obvious anger.

"Yes I'm supposed to be at school I've just woken up late..my-my alarm didn't go off mother..-" He was interrupted as she quickly cut him off. "Well? You just what? Your alarm didn't go off? That's a sorry excuse…you..you're a terrible child!" She said with growing rage, almost yelling.

He looked away, avoiding eye contact, and instead stared at the ground. "I'm sorry-" He said, immediately being interrupted once more by her yelling. "Yes, you're sorry. You're a sorry excuse for a daughter"

Crap. He thought She's calling me her daughter again-this isn't going to end well…I've got to calm her down.

"It was an accident I swear, I was just about to leave to-" She suddenly stepped closer, grabbing him by the collar of his shirt.

"About to leave? Leave to go to school? Dressed like that? You know that's not how a daughter of mine should dress!" She yelled causing him to flinch.

She seems to have reverted back to her previous habits - and her previous personality. He thought with a growing sense of worry.

He couldn't help but vividly recalling how she had been when he had first arrived at Kunugigaoka Academy; the main reason he had ended up in the E class after letting his grades slip.

He was brought back to the present when she angrily pressed him against the wall, shoving him hard against it and managing to lift him up a few inches.

He bit his lip, hurting from the impact with the wall, but not wanting to complain out of fear of agitating his mother further. It wasn't the worst he had gotten from her. "Please mother-I'll-" He began to say.

"You'll go change into your proper school uniform?" She interrupted, putting the words she wanted to hear into his mouth. She let Nagisa's feet touch the ground once more as she loosened her grip on his collar.

Damn it I don't have a choice. It's not like I can say no or…No that's not an option. He thought.

"F-fine mother - Sorry... I didn't mean to make you angry I.. I didn't mean to-"

"Yes, that's alright…" She said dismissively, releasing her grip on him. "Go get changed now then..and then you've got to get to school, or you'll be late." She added, her gaze became somewhat distant as she seemed to forget he was already late.

Nagisa's mother turned, walking off towards the kitchen in somewhat of a daze.

I don't have a choice…she'll absolutely lose it if I disobey her right now. He thought to himself. He dejectedly re-entered his room silently bringing the door closed behind himself. Proceeding to walk over to the closet he got down onto his knees to search for the girl's school uniform that his mother had, in the past, forced him to wear.

His attention was caught by a family photo lying on the floor of his closet; one that included his father who had left him with his psychotic mother. He picked the photo up, carefully setting it off to the side. He didn't want to remember his father. In a way he blamed him for never standing up against his mother who's overly controlling demands for him had often ruined his childhood.

Eventually, Nagisa found the girl's school uniform. Picking up the small skirt and shirt he stepped back. Very reluctantly he removed his normal school clothes and replaced them with the girly uniform; just as his mother had demanded.

Having the uniform on properly now he started towards his door. He hesitated before opening it, imagining the kinds of looks and taunts he may receive when he arrived at school. He decided he would have to head straight to the E class avoiding the main campus students as best he could so that they would be less likely to verbally or physically bully him for his girly attire.

Leaving his room he walked out through the narrow hallway and into the kitchen. He had to pass through there to get out the door. As he walked past his mother she turned, smiling warmly at him. He hesitated and was about to continue out the door when his mother seemed to notice something, opening her mouth to speak.

"Nagisa! You can't go to school with your hair like that. It's such a nice blue after all."

She grabbed him by the hand, pulling him firmly over to her. He sighed quietly as she tugged on the string in his hair, eventually pulling it free.

His hair fell down amongst his shoulders completing his already very feminine appearance. If his classmates weren't already aware that he was a male they would probably have easily mistaken him for a female student. Nagisa looked up at his mother with a rather dull, submissive expression as if waiting for her to give him permission to leave.

"Well. Go on then! You're going to be late remember?" She said cheerily, as if there was nothing at all wrong.

But I'm already late.. He thought.

"Yes mother..But I-" He started. "But you what?" His mother responded in a suddenly irritated tone. "Nothing. Sorry.." He answered.

I'll just have to walk.. Luckily it's not that far.. and I'm already going to be late so what does it matter anyways...

Nagisa reluctantly got up, grabbing his schoolbag, and heading out the door.

That's it for this chapter. Sorry, its a cliffhanger... Anyways I do plan to continue this story… At least within the week if not even sooner. In the next chapter obviously, Nagisa will arrive at school... Be humiliated some and… Oh.. you don't want me to spoil it do you?

To be honest I've not really got a set in stone plan for how this fanfic may end. I would love to get feedback and am open to suggestions about my writing, plot.. anything. Thanks for reading this far (If anyone actually did.. I wouldn't be surprised if no one did…)