Alright, so basically Haruna High is split into several different books. Each book will be centered mainly around an OC of my choice and a character from Naruto. Book 1 is based around my character Morgan Maddok and Sasuke Uchiha. Of course, this part contains almost every other main character including much of Shikamaru, Naruto, Sakura, Neji, Hinata, Tenten, Kiba, Itachi, Kisame, Konan, Deidara, Tobi, Sasori, and many more. Some of my OC's in this story include Miley, Morgan Maddok, Armageddon, Tiny, Minotaur, and a few significat others! This is just for fun so I don't want any "Well that was just random" crap because it is SUPPOSED to be random. You don't like it? Complain if you want. I'm not listening to complaints. Ideas? I'd be more than welcome to hear them!!! ^^ Oh yeah... and one more thing... The first few chapters are a little dark... mainly because of Morgan's past. After that, all of it will be fun and games and laughs as well as a few more things. 3 Rated T due to suggestive themes.
Welcome to Haruna High
Book 1
Chapter 1 "The flyer inside the folder"
I wonder how long the tears have fallen since then. My mother's death was as hard as my father's had been. The pain in my chest was too strong to rule out. The tears on my cheeks were as evident as the sun would be at midnight. My hair was always in a tired upsweep. My cloths were worn several days in a row and wrinkled. I hardly cared for my appearance anymore.
"Please, Morgan, we need you to pay attention." I glance up at the weary and withering face of the old man. My aunt sat to my right. Her eyes warned me to behave. I nod to the man and manage to listen. "Your mother left this will. No one has opened it to see what she has left to whom. You are the only two remaining family members. Everything she has written will be given to whoever she wished it to go to."
I manage to nod and wipe a tear from my eyes. The man undid the folder and let the papers fall into his hands. He pulled a set of spectacles onto his nose as he read the first line. "With my little fortune I have made this letter to give a list of the remaining of myself to those in my family. I leave my loving sister the care of my daughter. She will also receive enough money to pay for all of Morgan's things to be moved to where they need to go."
The man pauses and watches as I wipe another tear from my eyes. I did not want to live with my aunt. I wanted to live in out house on my own with all of her things. The man waited three minutes until my tears stopped. I gave him a motion to continue. My Aunt looked annoyed.
The man reads, "There is not much I want done in my leaving. But, I have left enough money to send Morgan to Haruna High for the full length of four years." The man stopped in shock and I nearly fell from my seat. The woman beside me hissed in fury. The man gasps, "I have left a brochure in this folder to give to her. In my memory I want to leave her a true future." My tears froze in my eyes. She was dead and she was till worrying about MY future?! Hers was GONE! She would not HAVE a future anymore!
My aunt stood and shouted, "HOW MUCH MONEY IS THAT GOING TO TAKE?!" The man reads, "The total amount should take up most of my fortune. I leave the remaining money to my sister to take care to my daughter. I leave my jewelry and cloths to my daughter but other possessions to my sister."
My mind would not allow anything else that was said, or screamed if you count things my aunt said, to enter my brain and etch there in memory. My mother was using her money on me to send me to a famous school. She was giving me the future she had wanted. A tear rolls over my cheeks. The new flow cannot be stopped. The rivers of tears continue to roll down my cheeks.
A piece of paper with the picture of the school was placed in front of me. I close my eyes and pick the paper up. The first words I could see were:
Welcome to Haruna High
Where transfer students from all over the world come together to create the future of our planet.
I flip through the pages and see the amount listed for attendance. I felt the paper wrenched from my hands as the woman beside me read it. Her eyes glared at the paper in anger. I could only watch with muted ears as she argues. The man is talking back. I could only stare at the flyer and cry.
I don't remember leaving that door in that building. I don't remember being thrown into the back of a red mustang convertible with my aunt. I don't even remember arriving at my old home until I entered my mother's room.
The fatigue pressed in on me and dropped to my knees. No tears came now. I was out of that sorrow filled liquid. I press my fingers into the wood of the floor and stare at the scuff marks from her heels. I drop so my face is pressed to the wood and scratched across the scuff marks. Her laughter seems to press in from every direction. I wished I could cry and make the pain wind out through my eyes, but I could not.
I am forced to stand by my aunt. She shoves the jewelry box into my arms and then throws all of her cloths into a black garbage bag before throwing it at me. I take both and carry it back down and place them in the car. I walk to my room and glance around at all of my things. I could think of nothing I wanted. I reach down and pick up a picture of me, my mother, and my father. I hold it to my chest as my aunt storms in at me.
I didn't hear any voice. I could only stare at her. Her overly make-up'd face gave her a strange complexion. Red-brown hair was pulled up into an elegant hair due. She wore a furry white scarf around her neck that slid down past her hooker-looking red dress and to her red high heels. Her red lips made her looks evil with the scowl she now wore. The first words I understood were, "GET IN THE CAR!"
I didn't have much of a chance to take anything else then. The woman forced me from the room and down the stairs. Once outside, I was shoved into the car. I feel the sides of the overflowing bag of my parent's cloths against my side. The jewelry box was at my feet. I cling to the picture and let the long drive begin.
The sounds of texting and shouts of rage were coming from my aunt. Her fury was evident as she called lawyer after lawyer. She seemed angry when she lost. I was going to that school. The woman glares at the flyer and roars again and again at the price. I was going to be expensive. My eyes glance down to the jewelry box that was as big as my chest. I wished I could have cried. I could not.
It was strange for the screaming to end and for the woman to yank me from the car. I only held the picture in my arms. I clutch it tightly as I am forced into a shop. I am slammed into an open chair. The woman there argued with my aunt. I was too distraught to care what was happening. That was until the new woman snipped the first lock of my blond hair.
I screamed and lurched from my chair. My hair was the only thing about me that looked like my mother. If it was cut even a little it was going to kill all that was left of my mom. My aunt grabs the hair and yanks me back towards the seat. The show of abuse was a shock to everyone who worked there. The woman refused to cut my hair.
My aunt glares at them and grabs my ponytail. She screams in anger as I struggle. She pins me to the chair and yanks the ponytail until it is straight out behind me. The scissors come down and I scream. All of the golden locks my mother and I had shared fell to the floor. I reach out a hand to grab it but miss as my aunt drags me back to the seat.
I scream and bed the tears to come. They refuse to come anymore. I am held still as the beautician takes the scissors in an attempt to make the hair look reasonable. I only clutch my picture and sob without tears. My aunt watches with victory in her eyes. I wait through the torture and let the woman work. My aunt tosses money at the woman behind the counter and jerks me to my feet.
I am forced to look in the mirror as we pass. I had my hair cut into a boy style. My face was red and swollen. I looked like a tortured boy… not a girl. I was shoved back into the car by my aunt. She laughs cruelly, "THE BOY'S TUITION IS MUCH CHEAPER THAN THE GIRL'S!!! THIS WAY I SAVE MONEY AND YOU STILL GO TO SCHOOL! YOU HAD BETTER NOT SCREW THIS UP OR I WILL BURN EVERYTHING YOUR MOTHER GAVE YOU!!! DO YOU UNDERSTAND, BRAT?!"
I can only nod. I can only nod and wish I could cry. I hug the picture to my chest and beg my mother to come and save me. The woman screams again, "AND IF YOU GET CAUGHT OF FIGURED OUT IN THOSE BOYS' DORMS I WILL BURN IT ALL! YOU HAD BETTER KEEP THIS SECRET OR I WILL DEFILE ALL SHE LEFT FOR YOU! DO YOU UNDERSTAND?!" I can only nod.
"YOU WILL TAPE YOUR CHEST DOWN! YOU WILL EAR THEIR SUITS! YOU WILL DO WHATEVER YOU HAVE TO MAKE YOURSELF A BOY! DO YOU UNDERSTAND?!" I nod. "YOU WILL STAY AT THAT SCHOOL EVERY HOLIDAY! YOU WILL NOT COME HOME TO ME. YOU WILL STAY THERE UNTIL YOU GRADUATE! IF YOU COME BACK I WILL DESTROY IT ALL! DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME?!" I nod again.
She continues on and on, "YOU WILL TALK, DRESS, and AND EAT LIKE A BOY! YOU WILL GET ALL A'S!!! DO YOU UNDERSTAND?!" I nod and keep nodding. No tears come. I wanted to fall in the floorboard and cry. I wanted to be forced to cry. No tears would come anymore.
She screams once more, "DO YOU UNDERSTAND ALL OF THIS, BRAT?!" I nod and croak, "Yes!!!" She glares, "DON'T YOU USE THAT SMART TONE WITH ME, BRAT!!!" I nod and clutch the picture to my chest. I was going to do exactly like she said. My mother's remaining things depended on me.
The car ride from there was all screaming and nodding. I wasn't sure how, but I was going to hide my secret. I was going to hide who I really was. My mother was depending on me. I keep my eyes closed. I keep my blue eyes closed and wish I could cry. The tears won't come. I can only submit to my aunt.
I prepare myself for the remainder of the time with my aunt before I was sent away. The weeks of abuse and threats seemed like an eternity. I was forced to tape my chest down. The orders uniform was tried on and packed away. The summer uniform of a white shirt and vest didn't really seem much cooler than the full suit for winter. I was trapped as a boy.
My hair was combed down and into a boy fashion everyday. I was screamed at until I sounded like a boy. I was hit until I walked like a boy. I was starved until I could sit like a boy. I was abused until I could eat like a boy. I was kicked and punched and scratched until I could wrap my chest faster than humanly possible and dress in the suits faster and faster. I was abused until I could pass for a boy. Those were the last few weeks of my hell.
My suits were packed. I managed to hide my mother's jewelry box, the picture, and a handful of my father's cloths as well as a few of my mother's. All of my few possessions were packed away into a single suitcase. I knew it would be less than the other students, but it was all I had. I knew this was the beginning of something. I knew I was leaving this house. I knew I had to pretend to be a boy without a flaw. I had to pretend to be a guy. If I failed, my mother's things were going to be destroyed.
As I look once more at my mother's house on the way to the airport I promise silently to her…. I promise to my mother, "I will be a boy for you, Mother…" And I close my eyes. The tears would not come. A boy was too strong to cry. I boy was too strong to let the emotion carry. I freeze my eyes on my feet. "I promise, Mom…"