Nikki: This story is meant to be a sort of filler for all my readers of Torture Time. If any of those readers are reading this I'm sorry...I'll try to get out of this writers' block and finish that story. In the meantime, ENJOY!
"Get up, Hinata!" Hana Hyuga yelled from the kitchen, with food –or something that may be edible- frying in a pan.
"I'm up, Mom!" Hinata Hyuga screamed, frustrated, still laying in bed.
She decided that she better get out of the comfort and warmth of her bed before she never did. Hinata reluctantly peeled her dark blue covers off her body and stood up. She shivered slightly as her small feet came in contact with the freezing hardwood floorboards.
The still droopy beauty looked over at the alarm clock she never bothered to set. It said 7:17 and homeroom starts at 7:45 sharp. What a great way to start off the new school year… by being late.
Hinata took long strides to her closet and literally threw on her uniform. She couldn't help but snarl at the style. It was just a white dress shirt and a plain black skirt. In her opinion, the outfit was utterly BORING. The eldest Hyuga sibling also, deduced she would be running a LOT to get to school so she even took the time to look through her closet and find her white Pumas. It may have wasted precious time, but running in heeled combat boots did not sound comfortable to her.
She was shook from her thoughts when she remembered the time.
"Oh, the headmaster will not like this." She muttered to herself, picturing the lecture in her head. She raced to the North Face book bag she had packed the night previous and took off.
It was 7:23 now.
And she still had to brush her teeth and hair, wake up her dad and younger sister, grab breakfast, and run to school. She was mentally sighing as she brushed her teeth.
Hinata snatched the first hair brush she saw, and as she ran down the hall to her family members' rooms, she combed her hair. Good thing she was good at multi-tasking.
When she reached the doors, sitting side by side she kicked them one by one. Showing no mercy to the doors, or the sleeping inhabitants.
"Wake up! I'm going to be late, YOU LAZY BUMS!" She heard groaning from inside and skipped away (still brushing her hair) knowing her job was done.
Eventually her hair was tangle-free and controllable. She would pick it up when she got to school.
7:29, she would probably make it.
She zoomed down the stairs-fast as lightning-and into the kitchen. She glanced at the kitchen and wondered how in the world her mother had managed this. She MAY be a bad cook, but screwing up breakfast… Really?
"Hinata, what would you care for? Burned cereal or soggy toast?" The girl's mother teased, knowing that no other person could fail so badly at breakfast.
"I think I'll pass on breakfast." She pulled a sweater off the coat rack near the door. "Oh, and by the way, you might think about hiring a cook?" The high school student winked and ran out the door, giggling.
7:30 and she was out the door. Could she run 10 LONG blocks in 15 minutes…? We shall see.
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Here he was, 7:30 and 10 blocks from the school. His sophomore year was not starting on a good note.
He looked like a troublemaker going to law school. Black hoodie, black Nikes, a white dress shirt, a black tie and skin tight black pants. What was this school thinking letting him join? His GPA was a C- at best. He set off stink bombs, and drew on the walls, skipped school and got away with it all.
He said he would be president one day. Not an uncommon dream in these days. All kids it said at one point. Thing is he is not a child- he's 15(and three quarters).Though the boy-Naruto Uzumaki- is as immature as a baby.
Let me put it another way… A baby is MORE mature than this guy.
But as he ran to school, this breezy, below average day, you would think he was just a normal teenage age boy.
Wind in his face-blowing back his bright-as-the-sun blond hair. His cerulean blue eyes gleaming with in-tampered innocence. He was cute-bare minimum. He was hot, dare to say.
That is until, running as fast as his lean legs could take him, he smacked into a petite girl (knocking them both to the ground). Who, dare he say, changed the definition of beautiful.
At that point he just looked like a complete knucklehead.
Nikki: Prologue: Complete!
I will start writing the rest as soon as possible. But don't get your hopes up, my laptop is broken and my sister barely lets me use hers. It's quite sad... I hope you enjoyed and REVIEW!
