Konoha High, school of the insanely talented. Not only do the students have a reputation of being uber smart, but they are also proven to be far superior at athletics than any other school in Japan. So, what in the world was I doing there? I wasn't exactly the "sporty" type, nor was I considered to be above average intelligence, so you could imagine my surprise when I had received the acceptance letter in the mail. The really surprising part, though, is that I never applied to Konoha High.

Now, just a skip-hop away, here I am, standing outside the gates to my new school. Did I mention that Konoha High also happens to be a boarding school? Yep, that's right, a boarding school. The last two years of my high school career are going to be spent with a bunch of smart, super athletes. Talk about fun. Note the heavy sarcasm.

Taking a deep breath, I mustered up all of my courage, and pushed a button on one of the massive gate posts. The button was connected to a speaker system which in turn was connected to a security booth just on the other side of the gate. There was a little beep, then some white noise.

"Who is it?" A voice came blasting over the speaker.

"Ano...Watashi wa Miyako. I'm the new student." I said, hoping the security guard understood English. That was one of the downfalls of being an American living in Japan. Not being fluent in Japanese, I mean. I had lived here for a little over a year, but the sheer difference in speech and varying stages of politeness still had my head spinning.

Don't get me wrong, I absolutely love living in Japan. I just have issues with speaking the language.

"You may enter," the security guard said in perfect English.

"Arigatou Gozaimasu!" I said into the speaker while hitching up my back pack.

There was a mechanical grinding sound before the gate slid open.

"Welcome to Hell," I muttered and stepped through the gate.

"And through here is the cafeteria," the Vice Principal, Shizune, said, gesturing to the spacious room before us.

"Wow," I replied, raising my eyebrows. And I meant it. The place was huge.

"Now," Vice Principal Shizune said, "I will show you where you will be staying."

"Okay," I replied, nodding my head respectfully.

Vice Principal Shizune led me outside to a small courtyard and then beyond that to a set of buildings.

"The building to the left of you is the boy's dormitory and the building to the right is where you will be staying."

"Okay," I said, studying the building that would be my home for the next two years.

Vice Principal Shizune continued. "Your roommate's name is Hyuuga, Hinata. She's a sweet girl, but extremely shy." Shizune winked and said, "You two should get along well."

With that said, Shizune turned around and entered the girl's dormitory. I followed silently behind her, inspecting my surroundings.

The walls were all white, reminding me of an asylum. Decorations bore me, so I won't go into detail, but the place looked real nice.

Once we made it to one of the many red doors on the second floor, Shizune stopped and knocked.

"One second," came the soft reply from inside the room.

I held my breath in anticipation.

The door opened to reveal a pretty girl with long, black hair and beautiful lavender eyes.

"K-konnichi wa," the girl stuttered, turning a light shade of pink.

"Hello, Hinata," Shizune said, "this is Kasumi, Miyako. She will be your new roommate." Shizune turned to me. "Miyako, this is Hyuuga, Hinata."

"I-it's a p-pleasure to meet you," Hinata said, bowing respectfully.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, too," I said, trying to be as unthreatening as I could be. I was afraid that one sudden movement might scare the poor girl to death.

"Well," Shizune said, "I'm going to leave the two of you to get better acquainted."

Hinata and I watched as Shizune walked away, then we turned back to one another.

"So," I said, dragging the word out, "what do you like to do for fun around here?"

As it turns out, Hinata and I got along pretty great. We had a lot in common, but we were like polar opposites. Where Hinata was quiet and shy, I was loud and outgoing. Where Hinata was graceful and good at sports, I was a total klutz with two left feet and the inability to catch anything.

"You mean you don't play any sports?" Hinata asked, surprised.

"Nope," I said. "I've never played any sports."

"N-not to be rude or anything," Hinata started, "but h-how did you even get into this school? I-it's an all sports school."

"I know," I said, "I was surprised when I got the acceptance letter. I've never played a sport in my life, the only thing I'm halfway decent at is drawing, but you guys don't even have an art club, do you?"

Hinata thought for a second before she answered. "N-no, but you could start an art club i-if enough people s-sign up."

"That would be so awesome!" I said, jumping up onto my bed. Then reality hit me. "Oh," I said, "but I don't know anyone besides you."

Hinata got up from her place on her bed. "I could introduce you to my friends," Hinata said helpfully.

I jumped down and landed beside her. "That would be great!" I shouted, giving her a hug.

Hinata blushed. "O-okay, let's go."