Whew. I've been to my grandparent's house recently. And I ate their food. My mom gave me specific directions on what foods to eat. And what would get me sick. Well, gomen Ebony readers. Still on hiatus. Even though I've started a rough draft of the next chapter I don't find it well written. I've also decided to write this chapter in first person, for the sake of character development.
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'Inner thoughts'
'Thoughts'
'Flashback or writing'
A New Teacher
My brother keeps pulling on my sleeve. Apparently he wants something and he's going to be annoying 'till he gets it. So I turn around and glare at him. I was trying to not get distracted on my first day of work. But, no. Sasuke has to go on and ruin my concentration. He's pointing to a red bike. I still don't know what he wants from me.
"What is it Sasuke?" I gave him an inquisitive look.
"That girl, from before. That's her bike." Sasuke points at it again.
"So?" Now I'm starting to get annoyed.
" . . ." Sasuke just starts walking again.
Before I follow him inside I notice the orange bike next to hers. Wow. I'm going to choose not to comment on that. All I can say is, I feel bad for whoever owns that freaky bike.
Well, I'm Uchiha Itachi. About twenty-two years of age. I went to middle school and a little of high school in this place. But at thirteen I left for my own independent studies. The reason was, not only was I considered a child prodigy; But my family could no longer coach my life. Due to the fact that they'd all been killed in cold blood.
I didn't mind much honestly. Tou-san only needed me for a trophy to show off to lesser members of the family. Okaa-san gave me a little more freedom, and at times didn't pressure me as much as the rest of my family. Shisui . . . . I suppose he was my friend, and that's all I plan on saying about him. The rest of my family was either very oblivious to there own cruelty, ignorant, or just assholes.
Oh, wait you don't know how they were killed yet. It was at a family gathering. Apparently someone who didn't sit well with the Uchiha's decided to come through the front door and kill them all. Can't say I blame them. If that person wouldn't have done it, I may have considered doing it myself. After that my brother didn't take it as well as me. You probably already know that though.
Back on subject, I left Tokyo for private studies. I left Sasuke an apartment and money that should've lasted 'till I got back. While I was off in Japan somewhere I got involved in a criminal organization. Having no parental guidance didn't help the situation. So even currently; I'm an active member of the Akatsuki criminal organization. And yeah, Sasuke knows.
So I spent five years in college for a degree in world history and psychology. I figured, if I'm going to be a teacher I may as well learn how my students think. So, after college I returned to Tokyo to find my brother had been transferred from the Konohagure school district to the Otokagure school district. After I moved back in with him we transferred back to the Konohagure system.
I decided, just to keep an eye on Sasuke I should take a teaching job at his school. It wasn't that hard. The job interview was easy; the person giving it was a woman. She pulled a Mary Sue and started ranting about how hot I was after I left the room. All I can say is I'm not so sure about the principal and assistant principal here.
The principal is a guy named Jiraiya and I've heard he's a real pervert. The assistant principal isn't much help. I believe her name's Tsunade. From what I hear she spends her time in the teachers' lounge chugging sake. A long as that Jiraiya guy isn't going to come on to me or my brother; I don't really care what he does.
Sasuke and I are walking down the hallway trying to find the way to my classroom. I believe its 508 so I'll just follow the even numbered door labels. I turn the knob and step inside. Quickly, I spot two backpacks on a desk. I suppose two students got here early and are getting breakfast or going to the library or something.
So I pull out my portfolio and put it on the teacher's desk. There's a pretty nice Mac desktop computer on my desk. So I log on and start making alphabetical seat arrangements by first name. Sasuke and I are a little early so he just sits and chills for a while. He's scribbling on a piece of paper. I'm assuming he's either doodling or just bored.
About thirty minutes later most of the students are standing around the walls of the classroom waiting to be assigned to their seats. The other half are girls giving me what I can only call lustful stares. Wait! What the fu-?! One of them is a guy!!! I slide the chair a little more behind the desk for my own safety while I call roll.
"Akimichi Choji!" I shout.
"Here!!"
"Sabaku no Gaara! Temari! Kankuro!" Hn, three siblings.
No one answers. So I'll just move on for now.
"Hyuuga Hinata! Neji!" More siblings.
"Present." They said in unison.
"Yamanaka Ino!" Lily, interesting name.
"Hi cutie!" The girl shouted back.
"Inyuzuka Kiba!" Dog?
"Don't forget Akamaru!" A brown-headed boy shouted back holding up his dog.
"Rock Lee" That's a short name. . .
"Hello sensei of youth!!!" A boy shouted back.
"Uzumaki Naruto!" After calling I got no response.
"Uchiha Sasuke!" As a response he got a 'Hn'.
"Haruno Sakura!" Also no response.
"Aburame Shino!" Shino gave a silent wave.
"Sai!" Sai just stared at me and nodded.
"And, Tenten!" No last name?
"Hiya sensei!!!" Tenten grinned at me.
I put checks for those who are here, and ex's for those who aren't. Before I mark Haruno and Uzumaki absent I hear banging coming from the hall. And in my classroom a girl with pink hair dragging a blonde-headed boy comes. The girl is huffing and runs up to me.
"We're here sensei!! Please don't count us absent!!!" She chokes out each word after taking a breath of two.
I'm slightly amused by this to be honest. "Okay, but only this once."
She sighs in relief and drops to the ground next to the blonde-headed boy. Yep, she's the girl from before. I seriously thought she was going to hit my car or something. This girl ought to be a little more aware of her surroundings. And for some reason I have a feeling that orange bike belongs to the blonde-headed kid. Oh, that is indeed a scary thought.
Yo!
Now, I need more legitimate votes for what form I need to write in.
Multiple P.O.V. of third person?
Cuz last time I only got two votes, and they were both different.
How was your Thanksgiving?
Ja ne!
-Tari-chan XD
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