Outcast

Chapter 1

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She went to school with him, though he never gave her the time of day. After freshmen year, she didn't care anymore, if he knew she existed, or if he just saw her as another face in the crowd. She was ignored by everyone, so she decided it was best if she just stayed away from them all.

Now she had prosper just that. She stayed away from them, and they left her alone. Nothing lost, nothing gained, and that was just how she liked it.

The bell rang, as Misaki pushed her chair away from her wooden desk. She walked out of the simple history class, that she thought was a little to easy, but her sensais thought she was just at this level.

Her next class was artistic music, which was her favorite. Only because not many kids take that class. The matority of them took they easiest class available, cooking. Artistic music class made her feel some what complete from the hole that was missing inside her The only class where she actually tried her best, the class that was actually a challenge for her.

The sensai in this class was not particularly the most ambitious He usually sat there and drank his tea, and eat his rice balls. He didn't usually get up from his in school recliner, though she liked him best, next to all her other sensais.

Her other sensais, usually cared about her. And that quality was what she hated most in a person. Why can't they all just mind their own business? Well her artistic music sensai, did just that, he minded his own business, and didn't care if she had problems on her mind, or if she was a jolly happy kid. He kept private and school life, separate.

Misaki, entered the small music room, and as always the teacher,Asuma, was sitting in his overly large recliner. Misaki always thought that chair was more of a small sofa, than a recliner. Asuma looked up from his steaming tea, and smiled slightly at her. She kept her face still, and emotionless.

"Someday I will be able to get you to smile, Misaki-chan, "He said grinning peacefully. He handed her a complicated sheet of music and told her to play it. He made his chair to recline back. He relaxed his self, and closed his eyes ready to take on the soothing music, that was about to be produced by his most talented pupil.

She sat down onto the furnished black wooden seat, that seemed to have a special shine. She placed her slender, fingers onto the keys of the grand black piano, and played her tremendously complicated song, that she composed herself. She closed her eyes, not needing to see the notes, that she so carefully memorized already.

And so she started to play, all through the class, not stopping to even rest her aching fingers. Asuma watched with amazement in his gleaming eyes. This pupil has far surpassed his own talent, and started to develop a unique skill of her own. He watched as she rocked back and forth from the movement of the music. Her fingers moving furiously back and forth along the keys.

The bell rang, bringing Misaki back to reality, which would happen often when she really got into the music. She sighed and picked up the music sheet that she hadn't even so glanced at all class. She handed it gingerly over to the teacher, who silently smiled softly at her. She let a ghostly grin slip past her perked pink lips, as she turned to leave the class.

Walking through the halls she spotted the group of kids that usually were in the cheer leading squad, and or football team. She didn't really like being in their presence, since if she was, they would soon become bored of their current topic. And start to try and talked to her. Usually they just wanted to pick on her for her dull clothing, or her pale skin, or just the fact that she was a loner.

She tried not to look at them, though one person in the crowd stood out to her, and she could help but stare at that particular person.

The Famous Itachi Uchiha. The prodigy that had no feelings, or so they say. They all said he was a robotic human being that only listened to his authorities, and nothing else. But she saw something they didn't see, she saw a light in his eyes, that just wanted to be set free. Set free from the society he was trapped in since birth.

She sighed and looked away, knowing that thinking about it would never actually make it happen. She chuckled inwardly at her thought that he would actually come over and started talking to her, about his problems. As the herd of kids past by, she looked back to see his long hair waver back and forth, as he walked.

She stopped at her locker to get her calculus text book. This class she thought was also to easy for her, and she was glad thats he would be able to move onto a much or advanced class after this semester.

Calculus was a piece of pie, and so she did not attend her mind to it fully. She often thought about her music in class, as to past the time.

Her closes friend ,who was a pen pale she had never met before, would often tell her she, needed to get out more instead of spending a tremendous amount of time thinking about music, and the piano. She ignored him though. She thought the more time she spent around her piano, the better than she wouldn't have to meet new people by venturing around in the world.

She feared the unknown, so venturing into her own worst fear, was the most honorable thing she could do. Other than trying to make friends that is.

After calculus was lunch, she also enjoyed this a little more than her usual classes, because it usually gave her free time to work on some new music, she had started a few days ago. In lunch she sat by herself in a small lunch table population 1. She didn't even have the right statue to sit next to the nerds, such as rock lee, or his honorable sensai Might Guy.

Her table was located right next to the populars. Like some kids, who were nerd, would love to become a popular person. And if they could not, than they would hate the populars in spite. Her standards are totally different, She did not wish to become one of them, nor did she hate them in spite. As long as they left her along she was fine with them.

She picked at carrots with her fork, and took a sip of water. She took a bite of Sushi, and decided not to continue eating. What's the use of eating if you could not enjoy it peacefully, like Asuma did. She picked up her barely touched tray, and walked over to the large black trash can. She went back o sit in her table. She closed her eyes, and tried to think about how her life would be if Music was not an option, though that thought could not enter her cranium. She just could not enjoy life if music had disappear She would kill herself before living that choice of life.

She was deep in thought before something squishy hit her square in the forehead. Her eyes struck open, to see the populars covering their mouths trying to suppress a laughter. She wiped her forehead, with her sleeve, before standing up. She walked towards the door, leading out of the lunch area, trying not to cause a scene. But the populars didn't want that they wanted a reaction from her. So as she past their table, someone stuck a leg out into the isle, and tripped her almost making her fall flat on her face.

"Just because you don't eat and become the skinniest girl in this school doesn't mean, you could become a popular student, like us," Rang the voice of Sakura Haruna. Misaki whipped around, and and hung Sakura up by her neck.

Misaki harshly pushed Sakura into a wall with her grip still around Sakura's neck. She growled loudly, just so all the populars could hear what she had to say,"First of all I don't want to become one of you, pathetic excuse for a human. Second I choose not to eat because, I am not hungry, not because I want to be an aneresic bitch like you. Third, you all think, you're all popular? Well you are just a group of conceded people who are just to retarded to know that you're actually a bunch of sluts that would sleep with anyone for a quarter. My clothing my be dull, but they are a big step up from your cheap, flashy, slutty clothing that probably come from the Wal-Mart!"

Misaki dropped her to the ground, and glared at her pathetic form. Sakura panted, and coughed loudly.

You psycho, you almost choked me to death, you're going to pay for that you stupid slut, oh wait how could you be a slut when you never got a guy before?"Sakura screamed, so loud that the whole cafeteria looked over. Sakura prowled forwards, towards Misaki, trying to tackle Misaki to the ground, but failed miserably, when Misaki just stepped aside to made her slide across the floor.

That struck a weird feeling nerve inside Misaki. She never felt this way before. Not totally mad, but not entirely happy. Misaki, picked Sakura up, and threw her slightly into the air, just above the knee. Misaki brought her knee up, and belted Sakura up the stomach, making her cough up blood. Sakura fell to the floor, a dull crack could be heard from the people that were close enough to hear it. Misaki bent down and whispered,"I'd rather be alone than a whore,""And what use is it to be popular when your "popular" friends don't even back you up in a fight?"I asked emphasizing the popular part.

By than a majority or the cafeteria, had made an uneven semi circle around the fight, that just occurred.

"What is going on here," called out a mature voice. Might guy came rushing over and crouched down onto the floor to check on Sakura. Guy out stretched his hand to help Sakura up, but Sakura moved away.

"I don't need help from a queer teacher, that probably raped that Lee kid." she said angerly.

"Hmm, Well since you don't seem like you need to got o the nurse's office, I'll send you strait to the principals office."He said his mood not changing a bit,"OK off to the office, all of you" he pointed out Sakura, and the whole popular group, and Misaki last. "Misaki, it's OK, they started it," Guy said trying to make her feel better, but it only made her agitated. Why can't the teachers just leave her alone instead of feeling pity for her.

The journey to the principle office was a tiresome, because the whole way there Sakura complained about her stomach, and how much a Bitch Misaki was.

In front of the office no one dared be the one who knock on the door. They kept urging each other to knock. Misaki, got a headache listening so she stepped fore wards, and extended her hand she committed a small knock on the door, receiving a"come in"from the head Mistress.

Everyone gathered into the small office, and there was a awkward silent, before Misaki broke it.

"I hit Sakura in the stomach, could I go now?"

Tsunade just sat there with her head on her two hands. She thought for a Minute before saying"For committing this, everyone here will be assigned to detention, for the next week, come back here tomorrow for your assignment,"she said calmly before dismissing everyone. Everyone left without uttering another sound.

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