Konoha high school isn't anything special, it's your regular public high school. There are jocks, band geeks, outcasts, and everything in between. Anyone who says high school is the best four years of your life: fuck you. They obviously have never stepped foot inside a modern day school. Try living the life of a student; trying to pass classes and have a social life at the same time in an environment which can only be accuractly described as a boiling pot of hormonal teenagers trying to co-exist in a fucked up building adults call high school. Its hard enough for any high school student trying to find their way, but if you're invisible while attempting to do so...forget about it. Hi my name is Naruto Uzumaki and I will be telling the very interesting story of how the hottest top-notch guy in school ended up with lamest socially invisible kid of all of Konoha high.
I hate birds. No really, I hate birds. They shit everywhere, and never shut up, like ever. Groaning, I groggily shuffle across my room to open up my window. The soft chilly breeze of spring gently touched my face. With a sigh I pick up a cup of water and angerly throw it outside.
"What the actual fuck Naruto?"
Ah. that would be my room mate. His name is Gaara, He stands in my doorway, the knob still in his hand.
"The morning birds woke me up an hour before my alarm." I explain. In response, Gaara simply clicks his tongue obviousy not wanting to hear my bullshit.
"...So you chuck god knows what out your window?" Gaara sighed "Your logic concerns me."
I crawl back into bed as he's lecturing. I don't want to hear this before having to go to living hell that they call high school. Covering my face with my blankets I shut my eyes and attempt to drone out Gaara.
"Oh no you don't. You're up, you're staying up."
The comfort of my sheets were thrown across the room. Lovely. Staring at Gaara, I decide to give in and get up. He finally leaves after being reassured I wouldn't crawl back to bed.
"I'm making breakfast. be grateful." He shouts from the kitchen
"I always am" I shout back
Me and Gaara have an interesting relationship. He's a super fancy business man, the type that most often than not wouldn't even spare me a second glance. However, we were in the same group home together for years on end so when he found out that I was sleeping on a park bench he gave me his spare bedroom. I owe my life to him. Hmmm, enough of that depressing shit. Let's focus on my wardrobe for now, did I do my laundry yesterday? I walk to my closet of doom, or so Gaara calls it. Opening it, an avalanche of clothing pours out, they seem just getting ready for school is a bore