I walked down the cold corridor of West Konoha High the wind from the open windows blew my hair blew my blond hair back gently. I looked down at the tiny slip of paper that Kureni, the schools secretary, had given me this morning reading:

Naruto Uzumaki

Dorm #: 33

Locker #: 6723

I was the new kid here at West Konoha High and I was dreading every second of it. It was never easy being the new kid in high school, especially if you have been to 5 different schools in three years. You would think that I would be an expert by now and wouldn't be nervous although only god knows where I got the strength to walk in the front gate this morning.

I looked at the identical wooden doors that lined both sides of the corridor trying to find 33. Finally after pacing down the entire hallway I found my dorm right at the end.

I jiggled my small gold key in the lock until the door finally swung open.

My dorm was quite small; it had two beds on either side of the room with two dressers and two desks. I was surprised that so much crap fit into this tiny room although that reminded me of something. Didn't Kureni say that I was going to have a roommate? I think his name was like Sa-something?

I stood there for a moment trying to remember although nothing but those letters came to my mind. His bed had a red doona covering it with an arched shaped pillow. His dresser draws where half open and his desk was covered in papers, textbooks and other objects that I couldn't make out.

I shrugged it off; I would meet him sooner or later. Instead I focused on unpacking. I walked over to my bed and opened my black suitcase then picked up all my clothes and dumped them into the dresser. I pulled out my laptop and put it on the desk and then spread my orange doona over my bed.

Finally I pulled a photo from the bottom of my suitcase and placed it on top of my dresser. I sighed and ran my fingers around the edges. It was a family portrait my mother Kushina and my father Minato with me as a three year old in the middle. That photo was taken almost exactly a year before the whole incident happened.

My parents used to be well respected in Konoha and where close friends with the previous mayor of Konoha. Somehow they got caught in a run in with one of the most infamous gangs in most of Japan called the Uchiha and where slaughtered in an instant.

I cringed in the memory of that night; it was something that I tried not to think about often although sometimes when I looked at this picture it opened a flood gate of memories.

A few days after their death the Mayor was assassinated and killed. I shut my eyes for a moment.

"Mum! Dad! Where are you?" I screamed running through the crowds of people

"Apparently they where allies with the Uchiha and helped assassinate the Mayor" I heard one lady say as I pushed past people

"I don't want my daughter anywhere near their son, who knows what kind of thinks that they taught him" another man said

"You know what they say, like father like son" someone else sneered

"Mum!" I yelled "I'm so scared" I whimpered falling down to my knees

I opened my eyes, shaking my head to push that memory away. I bit down on my bottom lip and raked my fingers through my knotty blond hair. I knew that they were innocent; there was no way that they would betray their good friend like that, it just wasn't like them.

I barely remembered my parents although I remember that they were kind and I had never heard the name Uchiha until after their death so how could they possibly be allies. Whatever, I didn't care what people told me I knew they were innocent and I was going to prove it no matter if it took me my whole life, no matter if it killed me.

My hand dropped from the frame and I lay down on my bed staring up at the pale ceiling. I let out a long heavy sigh. The bell was going to ring in soon and I would be officially starting my 5th school in three years. The truth was, as I got older, the harder it was to begin a new school.

This year I was going into year 10 I thought it was hard starting school in year nine because everyone had already settled into their friendship groups although now it would just be 365 times worse.