Hello! I hope you like this, I'm not sure if it's good or not. It's my first time writing in first person. I hope I do ok.
I don't own Naruto.
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Ch.1 Next Time I Just Won't Get Out of Bed
"Hyuuga!" an annoyingly high pitched voice snapped out, breaking my concentration on my drawing.
I looked up to see my teacher, Ebisu-sensei, standing next to my desk glaring down at me.
"H-hai?" I asked, surreptitiously sliding my drawing underneath my textbook.
"Have you been listening to me, Hyuuga-san?"
"U-uh, h-hai."
He smiled nastily at me. "Then what did I just say?"
"U-um. H-have I be-been l-listening?"
"Don't be smart with me!" he snapped out. "Let me see that!"
Ebisu-sensei snatched my manga drawing out from underneath my book, briefly sneered at it, and ripped it in half.
I flinched as I watched the pieces drift down onto my desk. I worked hard on that!
A pink slip floated down on top of my ruined work. "See you after school, Hyuuga-san."
The laughter of my classmates rang in my ears mingling with the sound of the bell as I slowly gathered my possessions, hiding my red face behind my bangs.
I mournfully dropped my ruined drawing into the trash on my way out the door only to crash into one of the boys in the class.
"Watch it, freak," he spat out, pushing past me and causing the rest of my classmates to laugh again.
Well, at least I'm entertaining.
I sighed and kept on walking.
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It was after school. Already. Why is it that on normal days the school clocks seem to be broken, but as soon as you don't want to do something the clocks miraculously speed up?
I walk into Ebisu-sensei's room for detention quaking in my sneakers.
This was my first time in detention and it will definitely be my last even if my father does let me survive when he finds out I got a detention.
Hmm…maybe I can hide in my bedroom for the rest of my life? I could do one of those on-line school things. Actually that has some possibilities.
I looked around for a seat. Man, Ebisu's detentions were packed. I heard he hates everyone and loves giving detentions, but jeez!
There were three seats open. One, by a guy with multiple piercings. And I mean from every available place. That would be a nightmare in the airport.
The second one was right next to the Queen Bitch herself, Karin. I could sit there if I didn't mind being stabbed to death by her nail file. That is if I survived her voice, which was even more annoying than Ebisu-sensei's.
The third one…
I gulped.
Turned bright red.
Turned around to go. Screw detention.
I almost ran into Ebisu-sensei's chest. I back pedaled desperately, tripped over someone's outstretched foot, and hit the ground hard.
Ow. When is this day going to be over?
I picked myself off the ground to the sound of laughter and Ebisu's sneering voice. "Take a seat, Hyuuga-san."
Something hates me. Whether it's Father Time, God, or karma, something definitely hates me.
I kept my eyes down and trudged down the aisle to the back row. I set my bag down and took a seat right between my crush and his best friend.
Okay, Hinata. Don't worry about talking to him. Just make it through the hour without fainting.
I took out a fresh piece of paper and began to draw. I had to finish three more pages by tonight.
"Hey, um…excuse me?"
I looked up to see heavenly blue eyes just in front of my own. Naruto-kun! He's this close to me!
I desperately tried not to faint as Naruto-kun asked me something.
"U-um, wh-what?" I stuttered out.
"Will you switch seats with Kiba so we can talk?"
I blinked. Huh?
"Hey! Moron, don't say stuff like that, it's rude!"
In a daze, I turned to my right to see a brown haired boy grinning at me, cheeks lightly tinted with embarrassment.
"Sorry about that," he said. "Naruto was raised by wolves."
Oh, now I remember him. He's the guy that always has a dog with him. Which is probably why he got a detention.
Weird, though. I would never have pegged him as polite. He always seemed so rough.
"Hey!"
I turned back to the love of my life.
"Will you switch him or not?"
I mutely nodded and got up. Sigh. I guess he wasn't asking me to marry him and bear his kids after all. Maybe next time.
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It wasn't easy to get stuff done, what with the two boys next to me arguing and laughing all the time, but I managed.
Still I couldn't help overhearing *cough eavesdropping* some things.
Apparently Naruto couldn't switch with me himself because his legs are too long and he needs the aisle, he was in detention because he put a whoopi cushion on Ebisu's chair, and he was planning on asking out that genius Sakura again tomorrow.
Well, that made my day. Not.
What does he see in her anyways?
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Ebisu finally let us go after a very,very long hour and I stuffed my pages into my back pack.
Despite the fact that I was in the back row I still managed to be the first one out of there.
I think I might have elbowed piercings-guy in the gut and I know I tripped one of Karin's slutty clone followers.
Tough for them.
I made my way down the hall, just thinking of getting home to chocolate chunk ice cream and my manga, a perfect recipe for comfort and forgetting awful days, when I was stopped by a hand on my shoulder.
"Hinata!" someone gasped out, breathing hard. I turned around to see Naruto's friend Kiba standing behind me holding a paper.
"You forgot this."
I reached out, mildly impressed that he knew my name, and tried to take it.
He seems like a pretty nice guy, running all the way down the hall to give my paper back, I thought.
But no. That would be too much to ask for on the day that is slowly climbing it's way up to being the worst day of my life. All I need now is for someone to find out my secret.
Kiba snatched the paper away and held it in front of his face. "I love you, Narumi," he squeaked in what was apparently supposed to be a girl's voice. "Will you go out with me?"
I froze. That was…my draft! I lunged forward to rip it away from him, but he held it out of my reach.
"This is strange," he said laughing down at me. "This sounds very like a manga my sister reads. Something called… Twin Hearts in Love?"
My heart stopped beating and I turned away with a twisted smile on my face. That was it, God or karma or whoever you are controlling my life. As soon as I die, I'm coming for you.
Kiba continued. "I can't wait to tell my sister I met the real author of her favorite manga!"
I turned back to him with a dead look in my eyes. "Wh-what do you want?"
He frowned in confusion. "What do you mean?"
Now I was getting annoyed. Will he stop playing with me?
I clarified, "Wh-what do you want me to do s-s-so that you won't tell anyone?"
Wow, I didn't stutter too much. Must be because I'm pissed.
His brown eyes blinked in confusion. "What do you mean? You don't want anyone to know you write manga? This is a popular one though, right? So what's the problem?"
I looked at him. Was this guy for real? He didn't want to blackmail me?
I talked slowly. Maybe he was just not that bright.
"I-I don't w-want anyone to find out. If they d-did, everyone would kn-know who I was. In c-case you hadn't noticed, I don't like b-being the ce-center of attention. Plus, my D-dad would-"
Here I stopped. He didn't need to know the rest. And dammit, I was stuttering again.
Kiba still looked confused. "Well, I don't get it," he said. "But if you don't want anyone to know then I won't tell anyone."
Wait, what? Is he serious? He's probably lying.
I looked at him suspiciously and he put his hands up in protest.
"I'm serious!" he said. "Look, here you go." Kiba reached out and handed me my manga page.
"T-thanks!" I said surprised. Maybe this day wasn't so bad after all.
We said goodbye and went our separate ways. Him, to catch up with Naruto and me to walk home.
Now if only I could get the theme song to the Twilight Zone to stop playing in my head, everything would be great.
Um yeah, what did you think? Please review and tell me because I'm not sure if this was good or not.
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