STARES
Hi I was reading a really good book, and thinking about Naruto so I decided to mix the two together. I forgot the books name, but if you read a book similar to this, than its that one. I don't own the book or Naruto. What if ninja school didn't stop after elementary school, what if the future ninja's-to-be had to survive high school also? Sorry if everything's not completely… Naruto-ish… I just used the characters. I didn't watch ALL the episodes so please don't judge harshly. Only my second story…
Stares. I sit in the desk, head held low as I focus on taking notes. I can feel them stabbing into the side of my head. I'm not used to this feeling. The feeling of stares. Usually I fade into the walls, and I mean, who stares at walls? Or maybe I just melt into glass and people look right through me at the wall behind me. I like it this way, its safe that way. But now I feel the stares turning into glass knifes that scrape against the side of my head. I growl below my breath and throw down my pencil surrendering, now pissed. I turn my head slowly as intimidating as I can, and from what I hear, I can be pretty scary. I sit in the back of the classroom, so its not like I'm in front of anybody. I'm that girl in the back of the room who rushes to her classes, doesn't talk to anybody, and gets all high marks. I hunch over feeling suddenly self-conscious. Luckily I have long hair, which is easy to hide under.
After class I meet up with Ino at my locker. "So," she says, "how was history?"
"Annoying," I mumbled slamming my locker. I didn't really care too much about what happened in the past at this stupid leaf village. I cross my arms and lean against my locker, "So who is it this time?"
"Micheal Kranner." She says turning to me.
"From Biology?" I ask, pretending to be interested.
"Yeah. And how did you know I was thinking about a guy?"
"You always are." I tease, and she punches me in the arm. Ino has always been my one and only friend. Literally. I've known her ever since elementary school. Soon we walk to class as she goes on about the wonders of Micheal. We split up down the hall, she has science and I have Defensive Statistics SP.
I sit in the back as usual, and start to intently focus on my lesson. I easily follow the lesson all the way until the end of it when I collect my things and prepare to speed out of the door and to my next class before the usual crowd of people floods the halls, therefore drowning me.
"Sakura hold on for a second." The teacher says. I think her name is Beth. Or Bonnie. Something like that.
"You know Naruto? Well I really think you can help him prepare for the upcoming quiz"
He's dirty blonde, about 3 inches taller than I am, typical popular guy. He grins and cocks his head to the right. Great. An idiot. What's he doing in advanced Statistics?
The teacher leaves to do paperwork at her desk and leaves the two of us alone.
"Hi," he says grinning, "Sakura Haruno right?"
"Yeah," I say taken aback, How did he know that? "And you are?"
"Naruto Uzumaki"
"Are you new?" I say, looking back down at the math.
"No," he says laughing, "I'm in like, 4 of your classes?"
"Oh." I say, feeling dumb, how did I not notice him?
"You probably don't notice me because you too focused on the lessons." he says rolling his eyes and grinning. Why did he always have that stupid grin on his face? I slump back down and continue doing the math, in silence.
"Why?" he asks suddenly. I suck air through my teeth. Why does this guy want to talk to me so bad? Any other guy- or girl besides Ino, would ignore me. And I like it this way. Its safe this way. I sigh, giving in.
"Why what?" I ask, gripping my pencil tighter than normal. Something about this guy made my skin crawl.
"Why do you only talk to Ino Yamanaka?" he asks. I look at him. He seems actually interested.
"Why do you care?" I snap, then regret it instantly. What was I thinking? I can't let him get to me. My cheeks turn hot and I turn and flush. I glance at him out of the corners of my eyes and he's grinning. He's laughing at my embarrassment. I jolt up turning even redder.
"Well I think you understand the math now, and you'll be FINE during the quiz." I snap as snidely as I can, grab my books and whip around. As I storm out of the room I glance back at him to find him chuckling. That jerk.
I storm over to Ino and my locker, and Ino gives me a surprised look.
"What's up with you?" she asks, very surprised.
"This stupid guy I was forced to tutor, he's really annoying." I huff, practically shoving my books into my locker. I hear something behind us and I turn to see Naruto with his mouth hung open. "Crap" I mumble grabbing Ino and rushing down the hall towards gym with my arm wrenched around hers.
"Ow! What?" Ino huffs when I finally slow down.
"That was him." I say sighing. Her mouth gapes open.
"HIM? That Naruto Uzumaki! Do you know how many girls have a crush on him?" she asks. I look at her strangely.
"Seriously? You haven't heard about him? He's the hottie of the year!" She explains. I narrow my eyes.
"Well considering YOU'RE my only source of gossip, I haven't heard." I hiss under my breath at her. Ino is actually popular, unlike I am. Though she still talks to me for some amazing reason. Sometimes I think she pities me, because she knows. And then I realize how ridiculous that sounds. Because unlike every other girl in this school I have a terrible secret.
Ino drives me home, as she always does. Because she knows I hate walking there, the suspense kills me and my feet do also. She's telling me about her plan to win Micheal over. I wonder if she knows she's basically talking to herself. Well, Ino knows people, me most of all, so I'm guessing she does.
"Are you going to be ok?" she asks, her voice full of concern. I nod, putting on my best smile. She scrunches up her eyebrows so I know I wasn't the best actress.
I finally convince her get out of the car, my heart thumping in my chest. I grab the door knob and push open the door, knowing it wasn't going to be locked. I wasn't allowed to lock the doors after it was too hard for dad to get in some nights. When he actually came home.
I peek in the door at look at the house. No mess. She's not home. I breathe a sigh of relief. I walk in the door and close the door behind me. I see a pile of mail that the mailman slipped through the box, I pick it up to examine the many papers. Un-Paid bills, tickets, more bills, more warnings. I make the pile neat and set it on the table.
"Sakura?" a meek voice whimpers. It's coming from the closet so I rush over and unlock it as she falls out. She has a bruise on her cheek, and now a crack in my heart. I bend down and ask as softly as I could if she was hungry. Yumi is my six year old sister and little angel. She nodded her head, and I went and gave her an apple and an icepack. The first chance I got, I stole an icepack from the nurses office at school and brought it home. I knew we would need it there.
Later I'm doing my homework when she comes home. I freeze and recall the last place I left Yumi. I let out a sigh of relief when I recall leaving her in the safety of her room. Before long my heart is struck with terror as she staggers into my room, and finds my golf club. I curl up on the floor, anticipating for her. Janet. My mother.