Alright guys, this is the new revamped Chapter One of Konoha High: The Badass Style! :D

I hope you enjoy this new, re-edited version and that you don't mind the changes too much XD

But yes, thank you for reading my story :]

~Miname~

"I CAN'T CONTROL MYSELF! SO WHAT IF YOU COULD SEE! THE DARKEST SIDE OF ME! NO ONE COULD EVER CHANGE THIS ANIMAL I HAVE BECOME!"

"Uggghh…" I rolled around slamming the OFF button on the alarm. Unlike normal alarms, my "sisters"/roomies/friends have decided to purchase this odd contraption.

While usual alarms blare that same annoying ringing tone in your ears, ours played likable rock songs and guitar solos. It connected to all of our rooms with a large bullhorn.

Today's selection? Animal I Have Become by Three Days Grace.

But enough about our out-of-the ordinary alarm system. Let's get on to the part where I actually do something.

So I happily (note the sarcasm) jumped out of bed and merrily went on my way to pull the string above my head. Just kidding.

I was grumpy, sleepy, and suffering from bad dreams consisting of carrots and syrup.

But I went ahead and pulled the string above my head (as before mentioned) and climbed my way up to Rai's room, which was so conveniently placed above mine.

And while we're talking about rooms, I might as well describe mine.

My lovely abode was painted a nice, contemporary dark blue. It was fairly large, considering the fact that all four of us had gotten a say about how large our room would be.

I had nice, clean hardwood floors that were beautifully polished.

My bed was in the corner with white and blue bedsheets. The windowsill was off to the right, decorated with white curtains and black blinds.

Next was my white desk, which was organized quite cleanly and orderly. Beside my desk was where my walk-in closet sat, just idly off to the corner. Unfortunately, it took up a whole wall.

Nothing much else went on my in my room.

There was a radio under my bed for those times where I'd feel crazy and decide to listen to music that could potentially leave me deaf fifty years from now.

My walls held framed posters of Albert Einstein and Bob Marley, whom I've found to be very inspirational. To the wall in front of my bed was a brilliantly done painting of Jane Austen, one of the people I admired the most.

Other than that, I guess the most eye-catching thing about my room was the plethora of books I'd acquired over the years. My whole room was circled with countless white shelves which held hundreds of books.

Everything from To Kill A Mockingbird to the Twilight series.

…

Remind me to dispose of those later.

Anyways, as I entered Rai's room, I grimaced at the smell that never failed to surprise me. Honestly, I absolutely abhorred entering her room the most.

It was disgusting, revolting and completely unsanitary.

Before we get to the disgusting part, let me begin with the basics.

It was pyramid-shaped, since she received the highest floor of the house. Yes. Floor.

The first thing you'd noticed was the complete abuse of band posters.

There were so many of them; they overlapped each other mercilessily and everything about it looked so disorganized. It gave me chills.

The band posters she had ranged from Nirvana to NeverShoutNever!. Let's just say that as many books I had, she had twice the posters.

And being Rai, her sense of humor was really one to trifle with.

Off to the right side, there was a fake door that looked a hundred percent real, even to me. And I had a good eye.

It looked so real that even Rai herself bumped into it sometimes.

…

So her stupidity isn't that bad either.

And if the posters weren't disorganized enough, stickers were stuck over them and just above everywhere else in her room.

The stickers just spouted nonsense. Basically just this:

DANGER

And

KEEP OUT

And

SKATING ZONE!

The rest of her room just kind of look like it exploded. The walls were a (messily might I add) painted red and the carpet was black.

Another disturbing fact: the walls were red, right? Well spots of black could be visible among the red surface. And let me tell you—they were not paint.

Moving on.

Along with her sense of humor and stupidity, she also held some genius-like form of creativity.

By that I mean that what she used for "shelves"…

Well my shelves were normal looking.

Hers were just old skateboards glued to the wall.

Don't worry. It gets odder.

She had about a dozen of these "shelves" around her extremely large room. The majority of the "shelves" had shoes dangling from them, others with red paper cups and headphones hanging.

Stepping closer to her bed, I almost died of disgust. I was this close to sinking my foot into a very moldy pizza topped with anchovy and ramen noodles.

I resisted the urge to vomit right then and there.

It'd be better to just keep going.

I walked up the two steps it took to get to Rai's under-the-floor bed. I'm not sure if you completely understand what I mean, but if it helps, it had little mini-walls around it.

The mini-walls were cleverly magnetized, so putting up pictures wasn't too hard.

She had several of her dance crew, Japan's Black Underground, which consisted of her and five other males which you will probably know more about later in the story.

Standing above her, I saw the room from the platform's point of view. It was located right in the middle and just above it, a gigantic, gold-rimmed framed, limited-edition poster of Kurt Cobain hung on the wall proudly.

I shook my head at her choice of a hero.

But then I went back to examining.

Off to the left was where the fake door was, looking real and all that. The "shelves" were glued carelessly around her wall…there were about three windows in total.

One large one to the right of her bed, one wide one that was placed closed to the floor to the left of her bed, and a small circular one just above her stereo system.

Facing directly in front of her bed was a ginormous walk-in closet, which you could barely see, what with the littering of band posters everywhere.

As I've mentioned before, Rai held an air of creativity, stupidity, and a sense of humor. Let's back-track to the stupidity part again, shall we?

You'd think that her closet held her clothes and shoes and all those normal things, am I right?

Don't surprise yourself to find out that she's filled it all with her skateboards.

If her closet's full of skateboards, where does she put her clothes, you ask?

Why, on the floor of course!

In the world of backwards-land, where Rai lived, her stupidity really reached a high record when it came to things like these.

The rest of her room was just mess after mess after digusting mess. Really, it was a sight to behold.

Feeling that I've stood for long enough, I yanked the mustard yellow covers off of a drooling Rai swiftly and stared at her monotonously.

If she wasn't going to wake up, I was going to force her to.

Times like these call for desperate measures.

I called her cell and put it next to her ear. "CUT MY LIFE INTO PIECES! THIS IS MY LAST RESORT!"

"AAAAHHHH! Papa roach raided my room!" She shrieked hysterically, thrashing about…with her eyes still closed.

I sweat-dropped. Of course she'd think it was a nightmare.

"Wake up, you colorblind buffoon," I drawled, kicking her in the side. "It's time for school."

She groaned and peeked open an eye. "What the hell? What makes me colorblind?"

I rolled my eyes as I raised her mustard yellow covers. "Really, this color is just very unflattering. It looks like diarrhea."

"NO IT DOESN'T!"

"If that's what you want to believe," I shrugged, already making my way out of her room.

"FUCK YOU, YOU KNOW IT'S MUSTARD YELLOW!"

"Sure it is."

"It's clearly a mustardy color!"

"Uh-huh…"

Ignoring her yells, I made my way down to Aiko's room, which was just a few hallways down. I felt my eye twitch at her door.

There, in my face, was a picture of a very obese man.

Layers and layers of fat circled around him and I realized that it was one of those life-sized sticker kinds of things. He had a KFC chicken bucket in one hand and an impossibly huge drumstick in the other.

In his mouth, a chicken wing was hanging out. As if I weren't disgusted enough with Rai's room.

To the side, Aiko's chicken scrawl writing read:

Three cheers for gluttony, bitches!

Ignoring that as well, I opened her door to find the aforementioned redhead on the floor, face down, with her butt raised high up into the air.

Like a hiding ostrich.

"Rise and shine, freak show", I simply said before I walked out.

I was really getting tired of these idiots.

Aiko's room was orange all around with bits of gray and black around. Her idea of painting was throwing a bucket of paint at a wall.

No, she's not crazy.

Maybe just a little bit.

Besides the paint, she decided to spray-paint some things in her spare time. Sometimes they turned out okay. Sometimes they didn't.

Getting past the walls, she had gray carpet. Her room was large, as well, reaching about the size of maybe two or three classrooms.

In one corner was her own personal little gym complete with a punching bag, various weights, pull-up bars, and other exercise equipment.

She had some band posters, but her room revolved more around sports and…music. Music as in CD's and records and things like that.

Her closet was also a walk-in, but was barely noticeable as it was located in a small door off to another corner of the room. The main attraction was all her little trinkets.

She had a whole wall dedicated to just records. Yes, those vintage records from the old days. Her bed had its back against a wall. Above her bed were little stumps sticking out from the wall.

There were about fifty of them. Each one held a CD that Aiko favored. And they were color-coordinated so it all looked amazing.

Above the display of CD's was a large poster of Eminem. Yeah, that's her idol. On her door hung a Joe Montana jersey. Beside the door was a Larry the Cable Guy calendar, which I found completely gross.

There was a special shelf (a NORMAL shelf, thank you) that was lined up one wall. It reached from the door all the way to the exercise equipment.

Atop the shelf were various "special" items that belonged to Aiko. (Well I thought they were pretty pointless).

A signed Walter Payton football, a signed Babe Ruth baseball (I don't know HOW she got that one), limited edition bobble-heads, baseball cards, Yu-Gi-Oh cards, her favorite boxing gloves, the tooth that got knocked out when she was seven at a Basketball game, and more unimportant things.

Above the shelf were countless Polaroid pictures taken by Aiko herself and hung up on the wall with scrapbook like comments and stickers. They were funny to look at and they'd give you some sort of nostalgic feel, I guess.

Under the shelf were ten racks of CD holders. Each one was filled to the top. No doubt, they were arranged by genre, or at least color-coded.

Now, Aiko isn't a very…organized person to begin with, but knowing her, all this was only organized for the sake of looking "cool".

Moving on to the last piece of the room…which was a large glass showcase type thing that housed trophy after trophy after trophy. She was a sports major and she had won A LOT of competitions over the past few years.

So yeah.

I got to hand it to her for her creativity.

But anyways…

Her room was semi-messy. Though it was nothing compared to Rai's.

Rai's room was a place where rats came to start conversations and shit over random things.

Aiko had awards on one place.

Rai's awards where hidden in a place somewhere near Linkin Park posters.

I swear finding things in Rai's room is like playing "I Spy".

Shaking my head, I retreated back to my room with an air of victory. I'd successfully woken up the beasts of the family and now I was sure they'd all take the matters back into their own hands.

I showered and blow-dried my hair. After that, I dressed in blue jeans and a long-sleeved blue shirt. I put on white flats and tied my hair to the left side of my neck, letting my bangs fall out.

Then I proceeded on downstairs, hungry for breakfast.

Aiko POV

"Shiiiit…" I moaned groggily while waking up to the rock song of the day. Why were these things so damn loud anyways?

My motherfucking eardrums feel like they're gonna rip themselves apart or somethin'.

But then next thing I know, Name comes barging in, saying," Rise and shine, freak show."

I was about to say something witty, just to make her eat her own shit, but she already walked out and I was already high on the smell of chocolate from under my bed.

I shrugged. Might as well.

So I grabbed that motherfucker from right under my bed and began munching on its deliciousness. But then I realized some of these shitbags might get pissed and blame me if we were late, so I got up and started doin' my business.

I mosied myself into a nice little red longsleeved shirt with the sleeves pushed up. In the middle of the shirt was the word ASS in straight-up black, so it was all good.

It was so the teachers would know what I was all about the second I step into that school.

Besides that, I slipped on a sleeveless black hoodie and long, black bondage pants that reached way below my knee. Clipping the silver chain from the pocket to my belt loop and slipping on my black vans, I decided I was ready to go.

So I grabbed my black do-rag, tied it, and flew downstairs with the speed of lightning.

Little Miss I-Call-People-Freaks-in-the-Morning was down eating some Lucky Charms at the table, so I just went for Cocoa Puffs.

Soon enough, blonde number two comes waltzing in, looking happy pappy in shit.

"What's got your smiles on the frenzy, asshole?" I asked her gruffly, munching on my Cocoa Puffs.

"I'm excited!" Yumi grinned, putting her hands up in the air. "We're gonna make so many friends~!"

She was wearing dark washed ripped jeans with black Chuck Taylors and a white shirt that reached her elbows.

Over the white t-shirt was a large (but strangely, it looked good on her) black-and-white #4 jersey that read Cutie on the back and I'm A in the front.

"Shut up," I rolled my eyes at her and her conceited shirt. "Instead of thinking about the friends we're gonna make, let's start counting our enemies."

"Really, you want to start trouble already?" Name asked sarcastically, putting her bowl in the sink once she was finished. "Need I remind you the last time we were 'new girls' to a school?"

"Yeah, I beat the shit outta somebody and we transferred again," I snorted, shaking the Cocoa Puffs box over my now-brown milk.

"Hehe, that was funny," Yumi giggled, sitting on a barstool by the counter and swinging her legs.

"I thought it was embarrassing," Name replied, crossing her arms and leaning against the fridge. "I mean, honestly, how funny was it when you had to apologize to that man's parents?"

I stopped eating my cereal to look at her, donning a mischievous smirk on my face. "Hilarious."

~Rai~

I just had a rude awakening by my blue-haired sarcastic punk of a sister, so excuse my crankiness.

But seriously man?

She blared some Papa Roach into my ear and then has the nerve to go and tell me that I'm technically sleeping in diarrhea?

They were mustard colored dammit.

But, being the awesome and totally forgiving person that I am, I let it go for now and just showered and did all that good stuff that you're supposed to do.

My outfit for the day consisted of loose gray knee shorts and a black Van Halen t-shirt. I slipped on a pair of black, gray, and white Nike's, a sharktooth necklace, and a few bracelets and I was off downstairs.

But not without my black hat :D

Anyways, once I was downstairs, all my "sisters", as I called them (even though we're not biologically related) were almost finished eating, so I just braided my hair into two front tails while I waited.

"Oy, we're done," Aiko informed me, putting away the cereal boxes. "So stop tryin' ta act all aloof and shit over there. You're not cool."

"C'mon you lazy-asses, let's get to school already," I drawled, stretching my muscles as I ignored her comment. "I'm excited."

"Oh god, not you too," Aiko groaned, scratching her do-rag topped head.

"I'm excited too~!" Yumi grinned, grabbing her scooter as she made her way out the door. "I'll race you guys!"

We all froze once we heard her words. But in a mere second, we all rushed out the door to grab our "vehicles" and began racing.

~Yumi~

"Hey, that's fucking cheating!" I could hear Aiko yell from behind me. "That stupid blonde got a head start!"

Feeling the need to piss her off even more, I turned around and stuck my tongue out at her. "Neeeee!"

"What the—Little bitch!"

We were racing down our street on our respective vehicles. Rai and Aiko were on their skateboards, Name on her bike, while I manned my scooter.

It was a pretty close race, with lots of yelling and arguing, but in the end, Name won. I shrugged and hid my scooter under some random bush while Aiko tried to pick a fight again.

"Oy, that's not fair!" She said, flailing her arms crazily around a stoic looking Name, who looked boredly at the sky. "You have a motherfucking bike! No matter what kind of skateboard or scooter we have, you're always gonna beat us!"

With a sigh, Name turned to her. "You're right."

Aiko almost fell over from shock. She only heard things like that once in a lifetime. She was grinning now. "I-I am-?,"

"I'm always going to beat you."

"…"

"BITCH!"

Aiko yelled once her jaw returned back to its rightful place.

I sent a glance to Rai, who rolled her eyes. "Oh come on. Don't be surprised. I'll be this happens every day."

I shrugged and nodded. "Maybe~."

Just to fast-forward things a little, we got our schedules from some drunk big-breasted women in the office and went off to our first class.

We had almost all the same classes; Aiko and Rai had PE while I had Science with Name.

We went to homeroom, getting unexpected stares. It really wasn't all that bad. I didn't mind the stares because they'd have to stop eventually.

…Well sooner or later.

But I could tell that Aiko was getting mad already.

"Hello," the teacher stood up. He was manly enough with blue hair and a disinterested expression. "Introduce and tell us about yourselves."

I wanted to slap that cigarette out of his mouth.

It really isn't good for my health.

~Aiko~

What are these assheads staring at?

Never seen a redhead before?

"Aiko Mitsuhashi," I flipped up my middle finger up at all them. "Fuck with me and you'll wish you hadn't."

I took a bow and smirked at all the shocked expressions. "Oh please, don't be scared of me. I'm not all that bad."

"Just sometimes~!" Yumi added, causing a few chuckles.

"Next," the teacher said simply, probably wanting to get this shit over with as much as I did. I shrugged off his nonchalance. It looked like he didn't care much if I cussed or held up my little finger. Whatta cool-ass teacher.

Stepping to the side, I let Name go next.

"Miname Yorogachi present," she announced, staring at the students with empty-looking eyes. Hell, she kinda looked…business-like.

The students looked sort of…I don't know, hesitant?

"I don't really have much to say," Name admitted monotonously, "But just a warning, like Aiko has previously said. Do not attempt to fool me. I can assure you that 99.9% of the time, it will all end up in flames."

I stifled a snicker as I saw the peoples' reactions. They all leaned back in their chair subconsciously.

"Next," the teacher said, taking a drag outta his cigarette. I pulled a face.

What the hell? What the fuck kind of school was this where teachers could smoke in a classroom?

I thought this shit-place was supposed to be prestigious or whatnot.

"Yumi Tamachiki~!" The blonde bobblehead skipped up to the front and held up a peace sign by her cheeks. "Please take care of me~!"

"Wahhhh!" Hearts suddenly flew out of the room, one of them hitting me in the head.

"Fuck!" I spat, trying to chuck the random hearts back at the people. The room turned pink and hearts and flowers blossomed everywhere and our classmates smiled widely.

"So cute!" They squealed. Even the dudes.

"This is so gay," I muttered, crossing my arms.

"You're just jealous 'cause you came out like a weight-lifting man," Rai chuckled, hitting me in the side.

"Shut the hell up, blondie," I snorted, pushing her up front. "It's your turn, fucktard."

"Oh." She suddenly turned to the classroom with a smirk/grin. "What's up, people? My name's Rai and I like to skateboard!" She held up the skateboard under her arm and grinned wider. "We're really nice people, I swear! Even if we look scary."

I rolled my eyes at that one. We weren't scary. We were tough.

"But we'll be scary if the time comes," Rai said, stuffing her hands in her pockets. "I think we got the message clear here. Don't mess with us."

~Asuma~

Ughh.

Geez what the hell was all this? These girls are intimidating. Honestly, how do they think they can find friends after saying all that?

Uggh whatever.

They're pretty interesting enough. This class was getting boring anyways, might as well accept 'em.

Who knows. Maybe they can actually do something useful around here.

Man what am I doing here anyways?...Teacher! Right, I'm a teacher! I should be teaching right now!

…Oh who am I kidding, I don't even like this job. We all know I don't really care.

"Everybody shut the hell up and do whatever you want," I yawned, waving them off and sitting down on my chair behind my desk.

I wonder what I should have for dinner…

~Rai~

I looked at our new teacher weirdly. He was just sitting there, smoking his cigarette. Geez what a weirdo.

"Oy shitheads, I found us a seat," Aiko called, sitting beside some chick with four ponytails. I shrugged and went ahead and sat beside a girl with long blue hair and scary white eyes.

Sucks that the seating arrangement's in pairs. What the hell are you supposed to do if you don't like who you're sitting next to?

"H-Hi…I'm H-Hinata H-H-Hyuuga," the chick beside me offered her name shyly, her eyes flicking from my face, to the ceiling, to the window, and then my face again.

Well this'll be difficult.

She's like mega shy.

I nodded to her. "I'm Rai…but I guess you probably already knew that," I laughed, turning behind me.

Aiko was there, next to her seating partner, four-ponytail chick.

"Hey pink-eye," I called Aiko, nudging Hinata so she could face my friend. "Meet Hinata. Hinata, that ugly chick right there's Aiko."

Aiko threw a pencil at me, but I simply dodged it and turned to four-ponytail chick.

"Temari Subaku," she smiled, holding out her hand. "Nice to meet you, Rai."

I shook her hand, grateful that she was friendly. "Likewise."

As we started talking, I learned about Temari and her brothers. Kankuro and Gaara.

Kankuro graduated and Gaara was in this class.

In front of us, Yumi sat with some chick with double buns. And soon, we all introduced ourselves to each other. Tenten was a pretty chill chick and I knew that we'd be pretty good friends.

Name was stuck somewhere else next to some dude with brown hair and red markings on his cheeks. Both of them looked pretty annoyed that they were sitting next to each other and neither were talking.

I almost laughed at how they looked. Like children, man, like children.

While we were talking about how chicken would taste better (fried or grilled?), this mob of cheerleaders walked up to us.

One had pink hair, another blonde, another green, black, brunette, and sky blue.

They were all wearing tight, skimpy cheer outfits.

The pink haired one had no boobs whatsoever.

The others looked like they put in tissues or those skin-colored jelly boobs.

Pinky said, "Hi my name`s Sakura and this is Ino," blondie, "Mitsuki," sky-hair, "Emiko," black hair, "Simure," lettuce-head," and "Chiruki" poo-colored. "We are at the top of the food chain and are, like, the most popular girls in the school.

We are, like, really pretty," *gags* Sakura ignored my gagging and the others' snickering, "So you better be nice to us if you want to be popular."

"And, like you shouldn't hang out with these losers" *points to our three new friends* "and we also own the school's hottest bad-boys. So, like stay away from them 'cause they're like, ours." Sakura said this with her finger twirling her hair the whole time.

"Hey man," I stood up, hands in pockets and poker face on. "Seriously, dude, lay off the insults, why don't you? Calling our friends losers? That's pretty shitty."

The whole class was watching now, but I really didn't give a fuck at the time. This chick was the exactly the type of girl I hated.

"And you don't tell us what to fucking do!" Aiko yelled, pointing a finger at the cheerleaders. "I'm not a donkey, bitch, so don't go putting some shit on my back and expecting me to carry it."

Yumi stood up beside us, giggling. "Hehe, you own the school's hottest bad-boys? They're on sale~? Ne, Aiko, Rai, maybe we should buy them~."

I could tell she wasn't serious, because she really could've cared less for bad-boys at a time like this, but her bluff worked when one of the girl's huffed angrily and reached out for us.

I guess she was going in for a slap, but her hand got slapped back once Name magically appeared out of nowhere and flicked the chick's hand away.

"Come on now," she said in a cool, calm tone, "Why are you trying to instigate something on the first day?"

The blonde one tilted her head in confusion. "Uhh…like what's an instigate?"

Behind me, laughter was stifled as I smirked and walked up to the one with pink hair, who looked like the leader.

"See, if you were listening to us up there, Pinky," I said, staring her straight in the eye, "You'd hear that you're not supposed to mess with us. Unless…you wanna play the deadly game called High School."

Pinky narrowed her eyes, stepping up to me and now we were so close that I could practically feel her breath on me. She was about an inch taller than me, since she was wearing heels and all. "Like, I don't know what you're talking about, but it like, sounds like a challenge. And I'd just like to tell you, that I like, accept."

I grinned. "Perfect."

~Asuma~

I was wondering when this high school would actually be like the ones on TV. Looks like things finally just got interesting.

~Rai~

RIIIIIIINNNNNNNNNNGGGGG!

"AW stupid loud-ass bell." grumbled Temari as everybody started to file out the room.

Most of them had their phones out, probably texting the entire Konoha High population about what just happened.

"Well there goes the gossip," I sighed, turning to Name. "So much for laying low."

The blue-haired female shrugged. "We couldn't help it. Surely, things'll get better."

"Yeah, well, I hope it does," Aiko snorted, crossing her arms as we walked out the classroom door.

"Well it was nice meeting you guys~!" Yumi turned to the three girls once we hit the hallways. "Homeroom was really fun!"

Temari laughed, "It sure was! I've never seen anything like that before in my life."

"Yeah, it was totally cool," Tenten added with a grin.

Aiko, being the impatient bitch that she was, started to yell, "WHO'S GOT GYM?"

"Me and Hinata do," Temari answered. "C'mon, we'll walk together."

"Aw, I have science," whined a sad Tenten. Yumi suddenly jumped up in joy, holding Name's hand. "Yay, we do too~!"

I smiled at the new friends we made and started to walk through the hallways before I realized something.

"Hold up guys, I left my iPod in my locker," I said, walking in the opposite direction. "I'll catch up with you ladies later."

"OKAY!" Aiko saluted all of us. "Everybody disperse!"

Everyone laughed and said their "byes" and went on to their next class.

I whistled a merry little tune as I made my way to my locker, which was far considering we were just standing where Homeroom was.

I was thinking about my new friends as I walked along, just something to pass time by.

Temari was a cool chick, I could tell. She was kind of a badass like Aiko, so it looks like they were gonna be pretty good friends. She was friendly and cool, just all around.

Tenten looked sporty and just…really nice. She had a bright face and was pretty, and she just looked like a normal person. But she was wearing shorts today and I got a good look at her legs (I'm not a perve, trust me).

Just one glance at those calves and I could tell she played soccer.

And then moving on to Hinata…

She was kind of odd. Well, I'm not saying that I don't like her, but she seemed pretty anti-social because she was extremely shy.

But I guess if you knew her better, she'd open up more.

She's got a stuttering problem and she can't really look me in the eye, so sometimes it was frustrating.

And speaking of frustrating…those cheerleaders. Ugh.

It's like there were thousands of them all around the world. It was really frightening. I wonder how many more of them'll populate around the world?

Good god, they were annoying.

Did they seriously they could just come up and talk to us like that? As if we were peasants in the presence of queens? BITCHES.

Just one word to describe 'em all: Bitches.

They were bitches, baby, don't think I can't tell.

First impressions really are important.

Damn, making enemies already on the first day. Oh man, what if something bad happens? They're all rich right? Shit, what if they demolish my house and make sure I don't go to college?

That would really suck.

"Blegh!" I shook my head in an attempt to get rid of all those irritating thoughts. Don't give in to 'em, Rai. You're strong, you got this.

Besides, I've got time to fix those kinds of things.

"There we go." I approached my locker and got my iPod without a hitch.

Then again, I'm pretty sure I spoke too soon.

There you go! A new (and better) version of the first chapter of Konoha High: The Badass Style. As you can see, I changed A LOT of things and put more thoughts into it.

I hope you don't mind, but I also hope it's better this way.

Thanks for re-reading this or if you're just reading it for the first time, thank you for trying out my story :D

As I've said before, it gets better later on, so please keep reading XD

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