Welcome to this story. I'm trying something new. A Rantfic.

This rant was originally written by Emily(Tohru02) last year as we entered sixth grade.

Thus, giveing me inspiration.

Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto. This is a fanfiction.

[Italisized is the rant

welcome to middle school.

it's your new home.

let me give you a little tour.

----M----

My big day finally arrived. The day that seemed would never come. But, it was finally enclosing upon me.

My first day of middle school.

Normally, I'd walk to school with my friends...but that wouldn't be happening anytime soon. Konoha Middle School was my destination this morning unlike all my friends who happened to be attending East Konoha. Being an heiress to the prominent Hyuuga clan wasn't without work. Konoha Middle School apparently had higher standards in faculty and my parents strive for the best.

So, as the unexpected cold nipped at my bare knees--uniforms required skirts, a blazer and knee-high socks—I contemplated what I'd be missing this year. The promise made to stay together for our first year in a new school was already broken and school hasn't even begun. I quietly sighed in frustrating. I really didn't want to miss all the 'firsts' that my friends had so excitedly imagined for this year, but there was no choice. Hinata Hyuuga, the shy girl, had no say in the matter whatsoever.

A gust of wind whipped my short midnight blue hair into my face. The wind struggled to pull my bag away as I turned to corner. It was an omen. This was not my place.

School wasn't supposed to be too far from my house but it felt like an eternity as I walked through the gates. All eyes were on me instantly as I made my way through the school grounds. I knew why they were staring at me. Wouldn't you stare if you saw a person with blank eyes, no pupils at all? Maybe it was because of that Hyuuga trait. Money is a huge advantage anywhere. Or maybe it was the fact that my cold-hearted cousin attended the school. Did they expect me to be exactly like him?

With thoughts swirling in my head, I unconsciously pushed through the doors and walked right into someone.

"S-sorry." I stuttered, a bad habit. A firm grip pulled my onto my feet and I met eyes with the culprit.

"It's okay." A brown-haired boy said. I found myself wondering why the hell he had two red triangles on his face but dismissed the thought of an inquiry.

I smiled in thanks and tried to head past him.

"Hey, I don't think I saw you last year. Are you knew to the district?"

Crap. Conversations weren't really my thing. I'm really shy.

"Yeah." I squeaked, keeping my eyes fixated on the tiled floor.

"Cool." The guy bent over so he was in my direct line of vision so I was forced to look him in the eye. "I'm Kiba Inuzuka, nice to meet 'cha." He extended his arm. Weakly, I grabbed it and shook.

"H-hinata Hyuuga." I said.

"I know."

Wait. What?

"H-how?" I questioned.

"Everyone knows who the new kids are this year. There's only one Hyuuga on the list. So, you must be her." Kiba explained with a smile. I was still completely confused.

"Here, I'll help you find your locker. It's going to be close to mine 'cause your last name starts with 'H'." He offered.

"Sure.." I had no choice.

So, with my new found friend, we embarked on the quest to find my locker. Maybe things wouldn't be as bad as I'd thought.

----M----

Maybe things were bad. After finding my locker we discovered that we didn't share any classes. Kiba was nice and even walked me to my homeroom but it wasn't enough.

One again, I was alone in this school full of people.

As I entered my homeroom I felt all eyes land on me. I sighed. Was is going to be like this all day? I took a seat close to the door so I didn't have to walk with everyone watching my every single move.

Class had 'technically' started two minutes ago but no teaching had commenced. The teacher just sat there, reading a peculiar orange book. Porn? Was that even allowed?

A loud chatter interrupted my thoughts. Looking up, I spied a group. They were five minutes late but the teacher made no move to reprimand them. I just stared. They were all pictures of perfection.

A long-haired blond girl, with a body that seemed much too mature to be a six grader, caught my gaze. Her blue eyes laughed at me as she turned to link arms with a girl who had fluorescent pink hair—similar essence radiating off her as well.

"Settle down, settle down." Our gray-haired teacher commanded, removing his nose from the dirty book. Few students—including me—jumped in surprise as he revealed a mask and eye patch covering half his face. "I'm your homeroom teacher. I really don't care what you call me, Kakashi's fine though. Any questions?"

Charming. He was completely opposite of what I'd call an 'Exemplary Teacher.'

"Yes, Mr. Uzumaki?" Kakashi asked. I had a feeling that the kid was going to ask about the mask.

"What's with the mask?" Was I right? The kid was sitting right behind me so I turned around to get a glimpse of the inconsiderate guy.

My heart came to a halt. His cerulean eyes met mine. A fox-like grin crossed his features and I almost swooned. Whisker marks grazed his cheeks and his sunny blonde hair was ruffled in a cute way. He was really good looking. I mean really good looking.

"It's personal. Maybe if I like you guys enough, which I doubt will happen, I'll tell you." Kakashi said bluntly, twirly in his desk chair and shoving his book into his face.

"Pervert." I heard the pink-haired girl mutter under her breath. I realized for the first time that the noisy group was situated next to the good-looking blonde.

"Sakura, are you coming over today?" The blonde said to the pinkette while chomping on gum, obnoxiously. 'Sakura' fit the pink haired girl wonderfully.

"Ino, are you crazy?" The blonde girl nodded 'no.' "Then why are you asking me a stupid question?"

Ino smirked. "Sakura, you know where authority lies. Just don't let your ego get as big as your fore-no wait, sevenhead."

The blonde girl brushed off Sakura's angry growl and turned to look at me. "You know, eavesdropping isn't polite."

I blushed a bright crimson. "S-sorry. I wasn't l-listening. I swear."

"It didn't look like it." Ino said with a cocked eyebrow.

"R-really, I wasn't. P-please believe me." Her eyes laughed at me once more. She was trying to make me plead.

"Are you sure?" Ino sang. Homeroom was only ten minutes but it seemed like an eternity. They were silently, well not silently, torturing me.

"Yes. I was not listening." I stated firmly with all my self-control, careful not to seem angered or make a fool of myself.

Sakura smirked. What was so funny? "Wow. Well we misjudged you."

Airy laughter surrounded me. What the hell was so funny?

My savior, the bell, came to my rescue on time. I sighed in relief and gathered my things quickly. The sooner I got out, the better. As I stepped through the doorway I felt someone grab my free wrist.

"Wha-" I spun around and stumbled forward, right into the handsome blonde.

"Opps. Sorry." He said sincerely, a change from his friends' tone. Ino and Sakura appeared behind him.

"Hinata, we've decided that we like you." Ino stated as if I should be bowing down in thanks.

Kiba's words replaying in my mind. "Everyone knows who the new kids are this year. There's only one Hyuuga on the list. So, you must be her."

"Like me?" I inquired, regaining my composure and standing up straight.

"Are you deaf?" Sakura asked bluntly. How rude.

"No." I stated blankly.

"Sakura, be nice. She doesn't understand 'commoner language.' Let me have and heiress to heiress talk with her." Ino smiled sarcastically at Sakura and turned to me, wrapping her arm around my shoulder. "We have the next class together. Let's walk."

God, do these people know my social security number too?

"Hinata, we are formally inviting you to join our 'group.'" Ino explained nonchalantly.

"Group?" I was genuinely interested. Wait. Was I that desperate for friends?

"Yes, our 'group.'" Ino air-quoted. "We are Konoha Middle School's elite."

Hello? It's the first day of school. How do you know who's elite or not?

"Okay?" I really didn't know why I couldn't have been born into a more subtle family.

"You, my dear, are the Hyuuga heiress. That insures your eliteness."

"Are you basing me off of my cousin?" I was curious to know why they thought I was elite just because I was a Hyuuga.

"No, not at all. It's your performance this morning," Ino smiled while reflecting on the homeroom's events. "that proves you are elite."

The bell for class rang. I pulled out the required tools for Math. Ino readied herself next to me.

"Don't worry. Once you're one of us, you're one of us." Ino stated and faced the board.

----M----

Apparently Ino did mean what she had said. The second I made my appearance in the lunch room for the first time crowds formed. Within minutes, "The Group" was there to rescue me.

"The Group" even invited me as a V.I.P. at their annual beginning of school party, which I danced with Naruto, the handsome blonde. In fact, "The Group" seemed to be the best set of friends I had.

Everyone was different.

There was the stoic successor of Uchiha Corps., Sasuke. The handsome son of a ramen company, Naruto. The flower goddess, Ino, who would inherit Yamanaka Flowers. Sakura Haruno, who's grandma was Tsunade, a famous medical doctor. And last but not least, Shikamaru, the lazy guy from a long line of intellectual award winners.

I guess I didn't stand out as much in this school. In my old district, I was the only person with a mansion but here, the status was mutual. It felt...good to know I wasn't the only one that had a private jet.

It felt like life was real again. It wasn't a cheesy-new-girl-chick-flick anymore.

It was my life. Just life. Not anything else.

Before, life was always on my tail, chasing me away. But now, I felt invincible. Like nothing could bring me down.

At least, I hoped nothing would.

----M----

there's these things called cliques.

groups of girls and boys.

their sole purpose?

to ruin your life.

never get too close to one.

you never know if they resemble poison ivy or a flower.

usually they're assembled in the heavens.

or maybe the opposite, who knows?

so, if you wanna join, i wouldn't suggest it.

all they want is your darkest secret.

just so they can whisper about it and laugh about it in myspace comments.

The last part was somewhat of preview for the next chapter.

Review and tell me what you think. No flames though.

-MarMar17