I don't own Naruto, but I own Natsumi, her parents and the stapler, you'll see what I mean

Attitude problem?!

What the fuck are you on old man?!

"I am not on anything, Miss Tsukino," my ancient principle said from opposite me, bushy white eyebrow twitching in annoyance.

Oh shit, I said that out loud?

Ah well, old man can go to hell.

"I haven't got an attitude problem, the guy deserved it," I snapped moodily, folding my arms over my chest and glaring miserably at my beat up black and blue converse.

Heh, that guy was black, blue and red by the time I was through with, that'll teach him to grope me.

"Stop laughing, Miss Tsukino."

Fuck.

"Anyway, I spoke to your parents."

Well, that's never good.

"They're sending you to boarding school."

I promptly fell out of my seat in shock.

"WHAT ZE FUCK ARE ZEY ON?!" I screamed, jumping up and vaguely wondering why I was using a fake French accent.

"Do not swear at me, Miss Tsukino, and sit down so we can discuss this, your parents should be here in about ten minutes, they asked me to tell to lessen the shock, and violence, by the time they got here," my principle said and I gaped in shock.

"ZEY ARE OUT OF ZER MINDS! I SHALL HURT ZEM!" I screeched, grabbing the stapler from old man's desk and snapping it angrily.

"Miss Tsukino, why are you yelling in a fake French accent?"

"I don't know, but it's fun," I giggled, then went back to rage, snapping the stapler with fire shining in my green eyes, "ZEY SHALL PAY!"

Old man just sighed and left me snapping the stapler as I began giggling over the little pile of staples that was growing at my feet. Staplers were fun….hehe. But my mom came in ten minutes later and snatched the now empty stapler, slamming it onto old man's desk and snapping at me to sit.

Guess that's where I get my supposed 'attitude problem from'.

"Principal Sarutobi, I am so sorry," mom said and I mouthed the words along with her from behind her, my dad giving me a playful swat to the back of the head with a chuckle, "she won't be here at the beginning of September, for her final year, she'll be at Konoha Academy."

"Konoha Academy?! Are you guys out of your freaking minds?! One, we can't afford it! And two, it'd for posh nobs! I don' want to go there! I won't go there!" I shouted, standing, but dad placed a comforting hand on my shoulder and I glanced at him.

"Just give your mother a chance to talk, Natsumi," he smiled, gently pushing me back into my seat, and I nodded, scowling, but I did nod, "that's my girl."

That's what I love about my dad, whatever I did wrong, I was always his little girl, he always loved me. Cant say the same for mom, sometimes I feel like she never wanted me and having me was the biggest mistake of her life. I know she was so happy when she found out I was a little girl, she thought I'd be her little doll and she could dress me up. It went like that for a while, but then something inside me just snapped and I refused to be her dress up doll anymore. If she wanted to dress something up, go on those websites that let you do just that, and you don't have any arguments, or whinging, or whining, or struggling, they just stay motionless and let you do whatever.

Sorry, back to the conversation at hand.

"I'm sure Miss Tsukino will do fine at Konoha Academy, Mrs Tsukino," old man smiled and my mom smiled back, giving me a disappointed look though.

"Can I yell now?" I smirked and she slapped me over the back of the head, "child abuse! I'm calling social services! You're going down woman!"

She slapped me again.

"And you wonder where I get my violent tendencies from….."

The other three people in the office just looked at me silently.

"Principle, since I'm leaving, can I have something as a keepsake from my time here?" I grinned and everyone looked at me suspiciously.

Five minutes later, I was running down the corridor and snapping the stapler happily, cackling, with my parents slapping their hands to their foreheads. My classmates just rolled their eyes and my friends cheered me on, laughing.

I know it's short, but it's just the intro, the next chapter will be a lot longer, then the real story starts.

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