Writings of a somewhat noticed nobody.
Naruto Uzumaki.
As long as I can remember I have lived with my grandparents. My mother and father, are well, i'm not sure, but it's safe to assume they died when i was still a baby. During my childhood years i was somewhat avoided, to say the least.
I have few memories of my early childhood and I'm not quite sure in what order they go, but memories are memories and I would rather remember something opposed to nothing. Most of my life I unconsciously strode to be perfect. It's only now looking back that I can see that I did and still do try to be perfect, but now I have realised that it's okay to fail sometimes as long as I make an effort to improve. In my fifteen years it was only this year and around the end of my fourteenth that I became more laid-back. These days I really see myself as a laid-back person. In the first thirteen and most of my fourteenth years I can see that I was actually pretty up-tight. I had all A's and never had anything less, if I did then I was disappointed and automatically strode to receive a higher grade. My first semester of this year even though I was more laid-back I still made A's, now in my second semester I have one A, one D, and the rest of my grades are B's. Surprisingly I'm okay with that, though my old ways still make me want to raise my D at least to a B. It's because of my friends that I'm more laid-back, and i'm thankful to them because I think that otherwise I would have died from stress.
Being a freshman in highschool is easier than I previously thought it would be if that is of any useful information to anyone. Clicks do exist in my highschool, but it's not as bad as I thought it would be.Really I don't know what I expected, probably something similar to the rival gangs that fight in my part of town. I can tell you those fights never come out looking pretty, or at least the people involved in them, and some unfortunate bystanders.
Some people who have the same interests or were friends before high school are in small groups. I myself am friends with a variety of people that could be categorised in many different clicks. I have friends in goth clicks, emo clicks, people who just like to wear black, but don't cut or worship Satan, which would be the click I'm usually in. I got alot of questions during the beginning of my freshman year, such as "Are you gothic?", etc. Of course I answered 'no'. Really for God's sake you don't have to be depressed, gothic, or emo to be able to wear black. Actually the only reason I dress in black is so that I don't have to bother seeing what matched what, black goes with everything. Black is also a plain color, so when wearing it you don't tend to get noticed as often, unless you go overboard that is. Another pro I find in wearing black is that if I do get noticed, that's the only thing people notice. For example, since I get good grades most of the time I could be called a nerd. Instead people focus on my clothing and wonder if I'm gothic, emo, a poser, or if I'm just in it for the fashion. The only people that can call me a nerd, without hurting my feelings a little, or getting the shit kicked out of them, are my friends. Mostly it's just Kiba that gets on my ass for having good grades, but other times Choji will join in too. Shikamaru is cool about it, but then again he gets hassled by our friends for being smart too, I swear the guys a genius. Shikamaru can sleep though a class period then, if you ask, can have notes over the exact lesson he learned that day, including quotes from the teachers themselves! Of course he wasn't writing while he was sleeping, and he won't have the notes you ask for on hand either, but if you really wanted them, all Shikamaru would have to do is pull out a piece of paper, and he'd have the notes written for you in no time. That little creepy but awesome skill is something I would love to have! I could sleep through all my classes, except luch I never miss lunch, and still ace all the tests, and have the homework not be a problem if I happened to forget notes or a textbook at school.
One lunch, as I was sitting with Kiba, Shikamaru, and Choji, Sasuke walked by. He wore black like us, but opposed to being just a fun loving guy like me and my friends, he seemed like a really kinda grumpy person, you know, like a jerk. His eyes held a cold glare as he walked past, and it didn't look to me like he was glaring at anything in particular. "What's his problem?" Kiba muttered after Sasuke had walked by. "He looked like he had something stuck up his ass." Choji answered. "I don't know, but I think he just must have made that face for too long before and it got stuck like that." I commented, which was kinda rude looking back, I didn't know anything about the guy besides his name. Unknown to me Sasuke had heard my comment, just like he had heard my friends' too, I had no idea I had just made my worst enemy.