1I do not own any part of naruto

"Fore head" I hear my best friend Ino. She has light blonde hair and blue eyes ,she is wearing her hair up a jean skirt red tank top and black flats. Then I see the rest of my friends. First I see Hinata with her pearl like eyes and her beautiful dark hair. She is wearing her hair down, jeans, a purple tank top and whit flip flops. There is also my friend TenTen who has brown eyes and brown hair. She has her hair up in two buns, she is wearing lose fitting blue jeans and a black short sleeve shirt and nikes. You are probably wandering what I look like well I have pink hair which is all natural and green eyes. I have my hair up in a messy bun and am wearing a jean skirt, a pink t-shirt and pink flip flops. "What's up Ino-pig? Did you finish the poem we had to memorize." I ask her. "Of course I did and it is the best poem ever. She answers me. "I think we should head to class" Hinata says and meet up with the guys." Hinata says. "Lets go tenten yells.

In class

"there are the guys"Tenten says. "Hey what's up" I ask them all I get is

"good"

Troublesome."

And 2"hns"

The one who said good is Ino other then Naruto Uzumaki who has blue eyes and unlike Ino has a bright blonde hair. The next guy is Shikamaru who has brown hair that is a pony tail that is spiky. His favorite phrase is troublesome. Next we have Neji. He has the same eyes as hinata and brown hair. The last guy is the guy all the girls love except for Ino,Tenten, Hinata, and me. He has black hair with blue highlights it looks like a duck but I think and onyx eyes it is no other then Sasuke Uchiha.

"So are you ready to share the poem you memorized to the class"I ask. All of them say yes. Just as the bell rings are teacher comes in. "Ok who volunteers to go first" he asks. After awhile I am the only one left to go so I say my poem.

We wear the mask that grins and lies,
It hides our cheeks and shades our eyes,--
This debt we pay to human guile;
With torn and bleeding hearts we smile,
And mouth with myriad subtleties.

Why should the world be overwise,
In counting all our tears and sighs?
Nay, let them only see us, while
We wear the mask.

We smile, but, O great Christ, our cries
To thee from tortured souls arise.
We sing, but oh the clay is vile
Beneath our feet, and long the mile;
But let the world dream otherwise,
We wear the mask!

Everyone was quite after I read my poem. They probably thought it was going to be a easy poem. As weird as it is this is exactly how my life is I hide behind a mask so no one sees the real me.

So what do you think should I put another chapter or just leave it like this. Please comment and I also want flames.