Chapter 1
I wondered aimlessly down a spiral staircase with the assumptions that I may find my way out of here, but sadly enough I have yet to see a bright, red exit.
I've been sent to this school, Konoha high, because of a report from several well-known scientists' evaluation. In other words, they deemed me unfit for normal society and now I'm here. The reason being that of an experiment they conducted, it's all because of my dead-beat parents, like real dead parents.
The experiment was a disaster and my body couldn't withstand it for much longer. They decided to play it safe and stop the whole process before any serious side effects take place. I barely remember the night of the experiment but at times when I'm asleep. I would remember it as if it's happening at the moment.
"Are you lost?"
My head turns to find a peaceful and beautiful girl who looked to be the same age as me staring at my oblivious expression towards simple directions. I wish I could tell her I'm lost even though I'm really not. I have a crushed up paper with direct instructions for crying out loud. You can't be lost if you have directions!
"Uh, I guess so?"
I lied anyways.
I've never seen a smile so wide as she skips in front of me while grabbing unto my hand. The feeling of her warm, soft fingers pressing against mine and the sweet, flower-like scent she gave off when she passed by. It was as if a dream.
"I guess it's hopeless…I have to show you the way. My name's Sakura by the way. I'm a class representative here in Konoha high but I always extend my boundaries to anyone who's in need."
"My name's Uzumaki Naruto. I'm a new student. I was admitted late this year because of an illness?"
"Do you mind if I call you Naruto, and what kind of pain were you suffering from?"
"I can't tell and it doesn't matter what you call me."
We entered a hallway with lockers stacked at each end. The trash cans were neatly placed and the bathrooms were awfully convenient. I though Konoha high was where troubled kids who can't control their chakra go to. I can't imagine Sakura being one of those troubled kids.
"What are you in for?"
I asked plainly.
Her kid-like movements come to a halt and her eyes stare curiously at me for a moment. Her finger subconsciously moves to her mouth, pondering about something I had no clue about.
"I'm in because of another person."
Where did I hear that before…?
That's right. I heard it from my class representative. Yamanaka Ino.
Unlike Sakura, Ino's grace is sort of different. It still had that high-class feeling but the absence of the child-like stares or the way Sakura's acting now made it feel like she had a more serious tone. Ino's beauty is more matured, while Sakura's filled to the top with innocence.
"Oi Sakura…"
That voice. It didn't sound any different but the way she spoke. The image of the mature blond I imagined her to be vanishes and burning unto me will stay there forever. I looked to my side and it didn't help at all. It actually made things worse.
The innocent young girl had gloves on the size of boulders and the vein on her head stuck out it looked like it was going to pop.
"…what are you doing with my student?"
(Pls review if you want this to continue. I'm experimenting on first person novel writing.)