"Cool," the boy replies, who I guess is Naruto, odd, but then again this is in Japan, and I just moved here. He leads me up to a door that says, Mr. Hatake, which is marked out and replaced with Kakashi. "Oh, he's our dorm parent, this was a boys only dorm but, like two girl rooms were put upstairs, but don't worry," the blonde says smirking.
"Oh, umm, ok," I answer processing this.
"I guess it just so we don't, I dunno, come bother you," he says with a laugh and he opens up the door.
"Who is this?" a 20-ish year old man says. He's odd, silver spiky hair, a headband pulled over one of his eyes and a mask pulled up over his mouth and nose, must be a private person. Yet, he aura practically screams, "I'm cool but a pervert!"
"Oh, she's new, what's your last name Gabby?" Naruto asks me.
"Hartford, my actual name is Gabrielle," I tell, the man, I'm guessing his name is Kakashi; I don't know it is just too early in the morning for me to process things.
"Oh, here's your keys and your set of rules, I think, I didn't look through it, also my name is Mr. Hatake, but I let everyone call me Kakashi, just come get me if you need anything, or," he says sending a look Naruto's way, "or, if anyone bothers you, also, we apologize but you won't have a roommate, Ms. Hyuuga has went home for a family issue, but you won't be lonely, I'm sure you will get along just fine."
"Ok, where's my room?" I ask.
"Third floor, right side, last room, also, the only other people on your side of the hall is him" he says motioning toward Naruto, "and Sasuke Uchiha, they should leave you alone, if not don't be afraid to smack them, they probably deserve it, also, your stuff was taken to your room, and breakfast is in the dorm dining hall at eight," he finished.
"Ok, thank you," I reply and walk out. Wow a room all to myself? That sounds fun, I guess, but at least it will be quiet. I walk quietly up the stairs, so I don't wake anyone up, I'm in my hall now, and turn around and am almost trampled, by the same guy I ran into earlier, "Do, you ever watch where you're going?" I ask, kind of angry.
"You should watch where you're going," he says walking into the bathroom, when he reaches his arm out I saw the inside of it and there are bleeding cuts all up it, I can tell this isn't accidental, from experience, I walk over there and knock on the bathroom door.
"Hey, are you okay?" I ask. No answer I'm being ignored, I then notice it's one of those bathrooms anyone can go in and quietly open the door, and he's running water over his arm, I see this and my scars starting aching, but I put the thought out of my mind, I can't go down that road again, I just got off of it.
"Hey," I say, and he looks up, "you okay? Don't even say you are, I just met you and can tell you aren't."
"It's not your problem," the dark haired boy tells me, I then place him, I saw him walk out of a room down the hall, it must be Sasuke.
"I know, but Sasuke, you can't go down that road, it will ruin your life," I tell him, it did mine, that's part of the reason my parents moved, I wanted, no needed a new start.
"You don't even know what I've been through," he mumbles blowing me off.
"Yes, I do," I tell him, and pull him around and pull my bracelets off my left wrist, "see, I know it will ruin your life, and I'm trying to stop, it's what Luna would have wanted," I add quietly.
"Whatever," he says pushing past me and walking out. Ehh, on normal circumstances I would call him a worthless prick, but never tell things like that to people who do what he does, and I used to, it could make it worse, wow, but seriously that was rude, I just wanted to help him.
Whatever, I'm thinking as I walk into my room. Wow it's huge, like an apartment, with its own bathroom, kitchen, fully stocked I might add, and HUGE walk-in-closets. Also, it's painted a nice bright neon green color, well my bedroom is, but I was told since we will be here all through high school, since I'm a freshman, we can paint our rooms whatever color we like, and anyway, we will be in the same dorms and living with the same people until we graduate, seriously unless it's special circumstances they don't let people in after freshman year, it's odd I know.
Well, it's taken me about two hours, but I'm finally unpacked and starving, well, oh crap it's 7:55, time for breakfast, they better have country ham or I will be kind of mad, as I love the stuff, the meat part of my diet consist of it, and sushi, but it's delicious, but I hope they don't do one of those awkward, "this is the new girl," rambles, I may have to kill someone if they do. It's just I hate it when they do that, I just don't like talking about myself to other people.