Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto.
Chapter 1
Seventh year in a new school, Middle of the year, it was all doomed to death.
At the schoolyard every one was staring at her, eyes filled with concern and very little space between the eyebrows.
Realizing that the person that just entered the big black iron gate was a freak and probably a sexual minority too.
The blue hair did the freak part and the army-pants and dr. martins did the sexual minority part. Konan was nothing of that. She were a bit asocial but in no aspect a freak.
The sexuality was a bit uncertain, but 11-19 is told to be a troublesome age.
She entered the classroom fast and took a seat as far from the blackboard as possible which were of course in the absolute back of class.(seven and eight, good to know)
Three minuets later the rest of class stormed in, a sea of thirteen and fourteen year olds. Another five minuets the teacher entered.
With a creepy smile on his pale face he said in a (even creepier voice) "We'll wait for the rest of the class to come until we start."
The rest of the class showed up fifteen minuets too late. And they all looked… strange or creepy.
One of them had a orange bandana and long bangs to cover his face, another one had red eyes (he glared at a younger copy of himself who glared back), one had silver hair (not gray silver) and purple eyes, one had a freaky smile on his face and blond hair that covered half his face, one had red hair and looked like he knew something that no one else did, one had half black half white hair, one had blue-ish gray hair and insane eyes, one covered all of himself, and the last one had orange hair, lots of percings and beautiful eyes, a circle in an other circle.
A red cloud was on the left hand of all of them.
"A gang, great now they are going to sit in the back of class next to me for the rest of the year" she thought seeing how every one else had taken their seat.
The orange bandana seated next to her. "what's your name" the squeaky voice took her back to reality. "Konan" "Oh! My name is Tobi nice to meet you" "Nice to meet you too"
"Quiet! Oh, it was Tobi, then I apologies. We got a new student, Konan please introduce yourself." The creepy voice said.
"What! In the middle of the year?" "you gotta be kidding me, that freak?" "No way someone is ever going to fuck that!" " Look at the hair!" "The pants!" "The shoes!" "everything!"
You could hear the whispering, ignore it and give a sharp answer to the teacher, but that was all you could do if you wanted to keep your pride.
"You just did." she said without looking up from the paper she was folding.
I was a reflex, as soon she saw a square paper she made something with it, a bird, a flower, anything. "Well I think the other students wants to know you…" "But I don't feel like socialize right now. Is this lesson going to start or are we going argue all the time?"
The lesson was math… boring. When it was break she walked behind the school, put on her MP3 and opened her book. She had not even started reading when the guys from class came. The ones with the cloud on their hands. They hadn't seen her since she was behind a dead bush. "So you got the stuff?
"stuff? Please don't tell me…"
But it were too late to make any wishes, The joint had already bin rolled and was being passed around.
She instinctively took a step forward making a stick on the bush crack. "Ey! There is some one there." The silver hair said and started to move towards her…
Mwa ha ha ! I´m a real bastard arent I? Keeping you wait like that? Well sorry if I spell some of the words wrong but I´m from a country were our firs English is the Simpsooooooooonsssssss da da da… sorry I got lost. I'll start writing the next chapter as soon as I can! Thanks to all who read this far!
P.S Konan is 13 and every one in the Akatsuki except for Deidara is 14 who is 13. What I mean with "seven and eight good to know" Is that class seven and eight shares the same classroom (there was too little seventh-graders and eight-graders so the principal made them into one class).D.S
I´m sorry if the chapter is too short but it takes more time to write than to read.
