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'Breathe, just breathe..' I silently said to myself as I stared up at the other students in the classroom. I was glad to have gotten to school early enough to roam the halls, but I was now stuck sitting in a classroom full of people I did not know, or care to by the looks of it. All the new faces have my nerves on edge. I can hear the people whispering/talking about me as if I wasn't even here. None of their words are new to me, but it does not help my confidence in a new place.
"Alright, everyone. Shut up and put your butt in a chair, and no Naruto, the top of your desk is NOT a seat." Said a man, who I assume is the teacher, as he walked into the class. His appearance is very strange. He seems to be young, but his hair is completely gray! As he settles into his desk, I walk up to him. "Excuse me, but could you please sign this?" I ask trying not to bring much attention to myself. He looks at the paper, then at me, then the paper again and sighs. "You don't actually have to get teacher's signatures on this. The office just throws it away like everything else." He said rather boredly. "Oh, sorry then…." I wasn't very sure what to say. As I started to walk away he stopped me. "Will you spell out your name for me, I need you in the grade book."
"S-a-k-u-r-a H-a-r-u-n-o" I said as calmly as I could muster as I felt every eye in the room piercing into the back of my head. "Welcome to Hell, Sakura Haruno. I am Mr. Hataka, and here is your text book. Now go sit down." For a split second, I thought I saw his cheeks rise under the medical mask he was wearing.