Summary: Konoha High, new school term, one guy held back a year.

Obsessive Gaara fan, I swear it's not healthy. So I thought I would give writing a long story a shot, I have one long assed summer coming up. I need something to focus my attention on, right?

I've never really written a proper story, but I shall try. Bear with me?

Chapter 1 - New School year, ah crap.

beep beep beep beep beep

That incessive beeping, getting louder with each passing second. Ebbing away the tides of sleepiness, integrating into the brain causing a slight headache. Like a certain yellow and orange clad boy no doubt. Perhaps a fluffy pillow over the head would drown it out?

beep beep beep beep beep

No prevail.

"Ughhhhhhhhh!"

A hand sluggishly emerged from under a pile of pillows and blankets, irritatingly slamming down on the alarm clock, bringing its rude awakening call to an end. Silence once more claimed the room, much better. Slowly one sleepy emerald eye opened, peeking at the sun coming through the blinds only to shut it promptly in annoyance.

"Need more sleep, need more sleep, need more sleep." Repeating over and over like a brain starved zombie.

"Need more sleep, so not ready to go back to school . . . Eh? School?"

Both eyes shot open, sitting up lighting fast , sudden realization dawning.

Konoha High, beginning of another school year. Boring classes, annoying over-egar teachers, detentions and hormone ridden boys.

Dropping back down on the bed with a thud, pillow thrown over face.

"Ah crap..."

Already awake.

Jade eyes scanned outside the window, only to shut the blinds abruptly.

Stupid sun.

Wonderful, the start of the school year. Another year full of mind numbing lessons, dententions, irritating bimbos, meat head losers and being a social retard. Wonderful, perfect

And to top it all off, he was being held back a year. He scoffed into the silent room, held back! How rediculous, enduring another year with a bunch of mindless bimbos and arrogant pricks. All because the head felt he could do better. He snorted picturing the scene like it happened yesterday.

Tsunade tapped her forehead with her finger, eyes scanning the over sized student file. Her attention ever so often switching between the report and the red head boy in front of her desk. He could see the twinkle of amusment in her eyes. She was schemeing something no doubt.

Finally after a painful silence, Tsunade abruptly shut the folder and threw it on her desk.

A wave of uncomfort settle in his gut.

"Well Gaara it seems you are something of an under achiever, a shame really, espcially with such a high IQ score. It got me thinking..."

His eye twitched, that didn't sound good.

"Thinking that you need a helping hand, perhaps your poor performance would go hand in hand with your lack of social skills."

His eye twitched again, he didn't like where this was going.

"I feel you would benefit from starting over, re-doing this year. Different students, different atmosphere, god knows your year group were one of the worst. "

His fate was sealed, she had defiantly made sure of that.

After briefing him of the arrangments to be made, she threw him out of her office. Obviously he didn't get much of a say in the matter.

Scowling at that thought, he made his way to the shower.

Sigh. This was going to be a long day.