Chapter 2
...or so I thought... The rude, cocky manner with which he pushed me away, made me realize that everything good about him was most likely only his face, I mean he didn't even apologize. I usually don't mind this kind of behavior too much, and I try not to judge people, but my intuition told me that it would be better if I actually kept myself away from him.
I went away calmly without throwing any tantrums, but I still had this disgusting feeling pilling up, something about him made me very anxious and wary, but at the same time extremely curious. Nevertheless, it was not the time for ths kind of thoughts, as I was already running late for my class.
The classes at this lyceum were maybe a bit different from the other schools, there were around 30 people each class, and we all had a supervisor that would lead and advise us. That means that the whole class had the same timetable and attended the same subjects. Also, we all get to stay with each other for the entire period of studies, which in our case was three years.
I was assigned in the 10th ''A'' grade. It was merely an initial, in order to differentiate the five other classes of 10 graders, but it still made me nervous, this kind of system was very new to me. After entering the classroom I ended up looking around and studying every other student in the room, and decided to join a conversation between a few girls.
- Hey, I'm Sakura. Nice to meet you.
After a long, awkward stare from some of them, she finally decided to talk.
- Pleased. I really like your hair colour, what products do you use?, said she amicably.
...And of course it had to be my hair...
- Well, nothing special, just a few products here and there. I had absolutely no interest in this kind of conversation, it was just easier to say I dyed it, rather than explaining why was it a natural colour, besides I am a very careful person and I hate to talk too much about myself. You never know who could be listening, and what can they do with the information they aquire. Sure one can call it being paranoid, but I prefer the term vigilant.
After a few minutes of conversation, just enough to make some plans after school, the bell rang, and all of us sat down. The teacher entered the classroom, yeah, entered is most likely not the appropriate word for his absolute, out of this world fall. what a greeting! I tried so hard not to laugh I thought my eardrums would burst. He was a quite tall man with white hair and a mask...
As if nothing had happened, he made us all tell the others a few words about ourselves. "Hi, my name is Sakura Haruno and I love to read" was the best thing I could think of at the moment, not entirely bad I would say. After a few other people presented themselves, I heard a deep voice, that caught my attention.
- I am Sasuke Uchiha, was all he said.
I couldn't believe it! Why am I in a class with such an unpleasant person?