AN: Thanx to Dokuritsuongaku14for favouriting this story. You have inspired me to write this chapter ^_^
Well here are the characters for this chapter:
Tenten = Janis Ian
Sai = Damien
Konohamaru = Farting Kid (0_o)
Anko = Ms Norbry
Kakashi = Principal Duvall
Chapter 2
As I sat in the cubicle that had become my safe haven for the chaos that the other kids called "Lunch Break" – imaginative name, I know – I thought about every thing that had happened since I had left my parents standing on the pavement opposite the cast iron gates of the Ninja Academy.
From the very second I had left them, things just hadn't quite been going my way.
000
As I had stepped out into the street, to cross the pathway that ran past the school, a huge herd of wild boar had come charging down the road. The shinobi that had been chasing them had shouted angrily at me, ordering me to move out of the way. I happily obliged, jumping away from the assailing pigs, just in time to avoid being trampled into the heavy dust that made up Konoha's streets.
I turned towards my mother, who had screamed and become faint at the sight of her beloved daughter almost being turned into an abnormally shaped paving stone for pigs.
"Sorry mum!" I called whilst waving in apparent merriment. "I'll try and be more careful!" My dad gave me a worried look as I turned my smile towards him. I shrugged giving him a what can you do, kind of look. I saw him roll his eyes before squeezing my mothers shoulder and turning back towards our new house.
I refocused my attention on the foreboding building and began to walk towards it slowly, as if taking my time to reach the gates would somehow lessen the culture shock that I was sure to feel once I stepped through them.
I sighed heavily and screwed my eyes shut as I finally crossed the threshold.
I stood stock still for several seconds. The world had not exploded yet. This was a good sign, I concluded, surprisingly happy at the presence of this small victory.
My personal moment of triumph was short lived, however. As soon as I had entered the room, that I had been directed towards by the helpful woman on the reception desk, the torrent of disasters continued.
The bell had rung, almost deafening me, as I was stood right next to it when it had begun its screeching – whose idea was it to put a bell in a class room anyway? But that was just the beginning of the problems that I faced in that room.
Deciding to introduce myself to some one, I walked over to a girl with short, blue hair, that she had chosen to decorate with an origami flower. I thought that she had looked pretty friendly. Apparently I was wrong.
"Talk to me again, and I'll kill you." She growled menacingly. Somehow, I couldn't quite take her threat seriously. What was she going to do: give me a paper cut with that home made accessory.
I turned away from her to see a girl – with her hair pulled into two bunches on the top of her head – laughing at me with the pale boy on the desk behind her.
I shot a puzzled look at them before I began my quest for a free desk. I say quest because it wasn't as simple as just sitting in a chair that was already occupied.
At first I headed to the seat next to the blue haired girl – as that was the closest to where I had been standing – but I was advised against it by the girl with the mickey mouse hairdo.
"That's where Konan's Boyfriend sits." she announced shaking her head.
I gave her another puzzled look, before dodging out of the way, as an orange haired kid pushed past me and sat on the seat I had been hovering around seconds before. As soon as I moved away he pulled the blue haired girl towards him by the neck. I watched in horror as they began to kiss in a way that could only be described as resembling vacuum cleaners.
Moving on to the next available seat, I received another warning from my, self appointed, guardian angel.
"Don't sit there!" She began loudly. "That guy farts." She whispered, not quietly enough however as the boy turned around slowly and smiled at me with a toothy grin. Apparently he was proud of this definition of his character.
I rolled my eyes at the crude child and began to move towards another desk. I was too slow however, as another kid barged past me and claimed the chair.
This infuriating activity continued until a woman with long purple hair entered the room. At this point I was standing right where I had started, beside the bell, hung above the door.
I moved out of the way as she bustled in, apparently oblivious to all but the Dangos she was balancing on top of a huge stack of medical ninja books.
She dropped the books to the surface of her desk and gazed dreamily at the caramel dipped sweets. She lifted the cocktail stick that held her tasty treat, and began to move it slowly towards her mouth. Just as she took a bite, however, a paper butterfly flew aimlessly towards her and tipped the caramel filled box out of the woman's hand and onto the brown lab coat that covered her large chest.
She let out a frustrated sigh, as Konan called out her apology and quickly let the origami butterfly drift lifelessly to the floor.
"Fantastic." The woman said, looking down at the golden stain on her shirt. She replaced the remaining Dangos into the – now caramel-less – tray, and shoved them towards me. I scrambled to catch them and keep them stable, as she began to pull off the lab coat, revealing the fishnet shirt beneath, that, to say the least, left little to the imagination.
At that moment, a tall, muscular man with spiky, white hair entered the room and lounged against the door frame, thus catching an eye full of the woman's rather over-exposed cleavage.
"I haven't got a shirt over my fishnets, have I?" She asked me, boys in the class began wolf whistling and the white haired man blushed slightly.
"No." I answered flatly.
"Out standing." She growled, her voice drenched in sarcastic tones, as she quickly pulled her lab coat back on, hiding her fishnets and the dark purple bra below.
At this point the man cleared his throat loudly, catching the purple haired woman's attention.
"Principal Kakashi." She acknowledged him with a nod.
"How was your summer, Anko?" He questioned, ignoring the class. Although as I looked at them now, they where all talking amongst themselves anyway, taking advantage of there extra, unprecedented, freedom.
"I got divorced. Again." She dismissed the fact as trivial. The information seemed to please the man though, making his miss-matched pupils shine in undisguised delight.
"My got an allergic reaction from my contact lenses again." He countered.
"I win." She said darkly as she reclaimed her Dangos from me.
"Yes, you do." He replied with an eye smile.
On opening his eyes he discovered me and seemed to remember what he had come here to do.
"Oh yes. We have a new student with us today. She has joined us, all the way from Suna." He announced.
I lifted my arm to give a weak wave, but was ignored.
Anko instead turned towards a tanned girl with quadruplet pony tails, who was cooling her self with a intricately patterned fan.
"Welcome" She called to the sandy haired girl.
"I've lived in Konoha all my life." She retorted, seeming to bare her teeth.
"Great" Anko replied, forming two thumbs up gestures and remaining un-flustered.
I smiled at her presumption and waved at her, calling a greeting.
"I'm Sakura" I smiled.
Anko returned my expression, before returning to her desk and sitting behind it.
Kakashi sent a farewell to her before leaving the room.
I watched him go before I made my way to my new sensei's desk, wishing to collect my time table.
She obliged my request and sent me to the desk that stood right in front of hers.
The day continued along these lines, as various tutors shouted at me for such trivial things as leaving my seat, to throw some out of date medical herds into the bin.
As the bell finally rang for Lunch, I naively thought that I would be able to just find my own table and sit in a relaxed silence to eat some refreshing sushi.
How wrong I was.
I had collected my desired sushi selection from the servers, and turned to find that not a single desk was free. Whenever I so much as walked within a meter of a free chair, I received a glare from it's table's present settlers.
I thought about sitting with the Farting Kid – as every one seemed to have nicknamed him – but on second thoughts, decided that the girls toilets would probably have a less prominent odour than his largely deserted desk.
And so, I sit here now in my high walled sanctuary, feasting on sushi and reminiscing on my hardships.
I sighed heavily as the bell rang again, signalling the end of lunch and the beginning of two more hours of trivial activities.
000
I stalked out of my final lesson, infuriated at the weapons sensei who had insulted my skills with a Kunai by forcing me to read through "Weapon Theory for Low-level Kunoichis" from cover to cover.
Sexist pig, I rage furiously. Half of the guys in this class have a lower skill level than me.
I left the academy with a storm cloud over my head as I stomped home.
My parents where seated on the porch as I headed towards the door.
"Have a nice day?" my father asked kindly.
I sent him a glare before skulking up to my room and locking the door.
At least things can't get much worst, I thought, before scowling at my poor attempt at optimism.
Who was I kidding?
AN: Hope you like my choice of characters again.
I am still up for receiving any suggestions that you have for future characters. I'm still pretty lost as to who to choose to be Aaron Samuels, so any suggestions would be well received.
Thanx for reading, and please review coz this gives me motivation. ^_^