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Disclaimer: If I owned Naruto, I would be a 6-year-old genius 8D (Cause it came out in 1999 and all...)
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I sigh and stare out the car window staring at my own disoriented reflection. I frown a bit noticing my bright pink hair looks like it just went through a Tornado. Briefly I look away and begin staring at the buildings a people we pass by on the road. Restaurant, motel, stoplight, crosswalk, and… What the…? An emo kid with an energy drink?
"Did… did you just see that dad?" I say in an alarm tone.
"What, the kid with an energy drink? Yeah, so what's so unusual about that?" my dad seems to be a bit confused by the way I'm over reacting…
I sigh again, "Never mind…" of course, he probably doesn't know stereotypes… He's a forty-year-old man who's done with all these stinking schools…
He turns his body towards me and smiles softly, "Don't worry Sakura, we're almost there."
I just gaze at the front noticing the traffic light changed its color, "It's green again." I inform my dad dully.
He lets out a breath in worry and turns around to continue driving.
I return to gazing out my window and notice a big green sign with a warm greeting.
"Welcome to Konoha." I mutter to myself.
'Che, as if we want to be here…'-
"Well, since it's only around 9 o' clock, I think you should go to your high school." my mom states, while attempting to lift a heavy package.
I stare at her in disbelief, "What? But we just got here! I think I should get settled in first at the very least! I mean, you still get to stay here, and I find that highly unfair. You should be reasonable at the very least." I try to say this in a reasonable voice. Please make a big note in the word try.
My mom pauses, puts the box that is in her hand down, and turns to me. She puts on that eerie grin that she often uses to get my dad to do something. Speaking of him… He rushes pass me and in a low voice says, "Good luck, you're gonna need it." I eye his back fairly irritated at his little faith in my argument skills.
"Honey look at me when we're talking," I look at her straight in the eye, hoping to jinx her or something. "Who was the one that went through nine hours of labor to get you into this beautiful world?" My mouth agape, I falter. Out of all the things she was going to say I never thought she would say that. "That's right, me. Not you. So you listen to what I say to you young lady."
I narrow my eyes dangerously and glare at her, and she mirrors my expression. We stay like this for a few minutes; I wonder whose going to win?
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"Bye honey! Have fun at school!" she cheerfully shouts.
"Whatever…" I'm still a bit upset that I have to go to school.
'My god, no wonder you're so scary at times! Look at who your mother is!'I sigh in exasperation; she's your mom too…
My mom drives off. I sighed for what seems like the millionth time today, and walk at a snail's pace into the school… 'This is gonna be hell.'
I saunter over to the open window with big bold words 'ATTENDENCE' on the top, I see a woman with her back facing towards me typing on her computer. I clear my throat, "Um, hi. I'm new to this school…" I notice my voice sounds more high pitch than usual.
The woman then turns around swiftly and I am a bit surprised that she is so young! I mean she doesn't look like a High School student or anything; she looks as if she is fresh out of college or something! I also like her hairstyle; it's like a bob cut, but longer, and some strands of hair frame around her face gently.
She smiles gently, "Hey, welcome to Konoha High! You probably need your schedule right? Can you give me your first and last name please?"
I smile a bit at how she seems kind. Maybe all of the teachers here are like this? "Sure… It's Sakura… Haruno." I waited a bit and hear the printer starting. I see my schedule come out, and the woman grabs it briefly looks at it, and then gives it to me.
"Lucky you, your locker's in the main hall way, that's a good place for a locker. It should be fairly easy to find your classes, hallway A is right near the front door and then it goes down from there. I hope you enjoy your Junior year here! Go to your fourth period class by the way."
"Uh… Thank you…" I guess.
As I walk down the hallway I hear a crash then, "MISS TSUNADE! NO DRINKING ON SCHOOL GROUNDS! YOU'RE THE AP FOR GOD'S SAKE!"
"Go to hell… Whatever the hell your name is… Shiku? Shitzu?"
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That's something you don't hear an Assistant Principal doing everyday.
'This school is full of dumb Asses's.'
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When I finally make it to class, I notice everyone is staring at me as if I was an alien from another planet. I quickly look at my feet noticing a shoelace is united.
'I say you flick them off, then give them a bitch slap!'
"Hello, and you are…?" a deep voice asks. I quickly snap my head up and notice the person who spoke is the teacher. An odd looking teacher too. I mean what's with the gray hair? He looks the same age as that lady at the front desk. Then again, I do have pink hair so I shouldn't really be talking. Is that an… eye-patch? Who the hell wears and eye-patch in public. Well, unless he doesn't have an eye. A shiver runs down my spine at the thought.
The man clears his throat and I redden a bit at my day dreaming, "Um, I'm a new student… Are you Mister Hatake?" I ask in a tiny voice, my eyes drifting back to the floor. Hm, that's an interesting looking tile there…
'Nice impression you got there Sakura…' My inner says mockingly.
He then smiles kindly at me, he is one good-looking guy when he smiles… Wait, I shouldn't be checking out my English teacher. "Ah, you got the right class, and please call me Mister Kakashi, I'm not too fond of Mister Hatake."
I nodded my head, "Oh, okay."
Mister Kakashi then looks around the room, "Hm… There is an empty seat next to Naruto. Naruto raise your hand please."
A hand then shoots into the air. I stare at the kid who raised his hand on my way to the table. He's grinning widely while waving his hand at me as if we were best friends. I then notice that his blonde hair seemed to go everywhere. Does this kid even brush his hair? Are those whiskers on his cheek? You know what, I'm going to keep that as an unsolved mystery for now.
When I stop, ahem, rudely staring at him, I notice that practically everyone in the classroom is staring at me. Why the hell are they staring at me? Wait a minute… Is it the pink hair? I bet they're wondering if it's natural. Bastards! I then sit down at the table slamming my backpack on the floor hoping to scare everyone. That didn't exactly work though, as there is hardly anything in there in the first place. I sulk a bit at my failed attempt.
"Psst! Hey! What's your name?" a voice loudly whispers. Isn't whispering supposed to be quiet? Someone needs to teach this guy how to whisper.
I smile politely at the guy and whisper quietly, "It's Sakura. I'm sorry but I didn't catch your name, what is it?" I'm a bit embarrassed for asking his name because I know the teacher said it twice already. Was it Narito? No, that doesn't sound right…
He gives me a mischievous grin, "The name's Naruto! Hey, you're pretty cute, ya know? Wanna be my girlfriend?"
I feel my cheeks warm up a bit, "Er, but Naruto, I don't really know you…" I sorta twitch while trying to smile. He seems nice and all, but I've only known him for what? Two seconds, not a lot of time.
Naruto sulks a bit, and I can't help but feel a bit bad. Then all of the sudden he looks at me with a big smile on his face.
'It's like a positive PMS.'
"Then, let's start off as friends, and then I'll win your heart or my name isn't Naruto Uzumaki!" he loudly declares to the classroom.
I can't help but gawk a bit at his uh, declaration of love. I mean, I guess I'm flattered and all… But this guy is pretty much a stranger to me. I can tell this school year will be just peachy.
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When I walk into the art room, I notice I'm one of the first few people there. I sit down at a table near the back, hoping no one sits in this seat. This blonde… 'it' comes up to me. I think I have the right to be confused, as the 'it' has long blonde hair that is longer than my own. The 'it' had pretty blue eyes too. Makes me want blue eyes, but instead I get green eyes. The 'it' has no err, 'assets' either. So this is either a flat-chested woman, or an extremely feminine man.
"Who are you, hm?" Okay, now that 'it' is a he.
"I'm a new student…" I meekly say.
"Oh? Well, I'm the teacher of this class. Call me Deidara, no Misters. Hope you enjoy art cause art is a bang!" He says while grinning widely at me.
'I must quote myself: This school is full of dumb Asses's'
All the students file in, and then the bell rings. While all the kids are talking I notice that Deidara goes up to the front of the room and grabs a yardstick. What the hell is he gonna do with that?
He then smacks the boards loudly, making some of the kids jump. "Okay brats. I'm going to lecture you today. No need to take notes; this will be fairly short, hm."
The kids around me turn towards the front a pay attention.
"As some of you know, I like to say art is a bang, hm. Art is a fleeting moment. Now, I'm not trying to convert you over or anything, I don't want to be those door-to-door religious people who tell us to repent. As you know, actions speak louder than words, hm."
He grins maliciously and lifts up a stunning clay rose. I mean really, the details are just perfect! He then does something you would least expect. He shatters the gorgeous rose on the floor, while looking as if he done no wrong. I look around to see other students face looking in shock too.
'Scratch that. This school is filled with some fucking psycho's'
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The lunch lady plops this… This abomination on to my tray, she must have seen the look on my face as she bluntly tells me, "Meatball Surprise." My god even the name sucks.
When I walk out of line I make a note to pack my lunch from now on and forever. Who knows what could happen if I ate this.
Then something strikes me. I haven't a clue as to where to sit. I don't know about other people, but I fell very awkward when I sit all by myself next to people I don't know. So I look for a person sitting by him or herself because it would be less awkward then sitting with a clique. I see a girl with red hair, and even though she has a scowl on her face, and is picking at her food, I still walk over to where she is sitting.
"Hi!" I say in a friendly voice while placing my tray in on the spot in front of her, and then I take a seat.
The girl looks up from her food picking –which doesn't look anything like food I'd like to add— and glares at me with that scowl.
"Who the fuck are you?" she asks in an unkind voice. I twitch a bit and for some reason have a sudden urge to punch something… or someone, but I refrain myself as I had never made enemies before and I probably don't want to start now.
In the most joyful voice I can muster I smile politely and say, "My name's Sakura! What's your name?" she just stares at me as if I'm mentally disabled or something, before going back to the 'art of picking food'. Hmm, that's a pretty good quote. I begin to pick at my food too; don't they call this Meatball Surprise? I wonder what the surprise is…
'Probably piss or something…'I faintly nod my head in agreement.
"Tayuya." She mummers.
I look up and stop the 'art of food picking' and gaze at her perplexedly, "I beg your pardon?"
She takes hold of her fork, "The name is Tayuya." she says a bit louder this time, and stabs her food.
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Revised 9/30/07