I've been homeschooled until today. I know what you're thinking homeschooled kids are freaks. But my family is totally normal. Except for the fact that we lived in Zimbabwe for the past few years. But my mom told me we were moving back to Konaha. So it was bye, bye Africa, and hello high school.
"Okay so, here's your lunch," my mother said rather quickly. "Did you remember your phone number? I wrote it on my hand." I looked at my mom with a chill out face she was getting too excited. I walked to the cross walked and the school bus drove past at the tip of my nose. I turned back around to my parents.
"I'm okay," I said in a whisper. I walked to the front of the school and a large brick landed in my stomach. I didn't know what to do! People were running, yelling, and worst of all, whispering. They were pointing and staring at me. I walked into room 129 and everyone was staring at me. I walked up to a woman with hair.
"Hi, I'm Sakura I don't anyone told you this but I'm new here," I said.
"Talk to me again and I'll kick your ass," she walked away and sat down in a chair.