A/N- Hi again, readers! Okay, in this chapter, I figured out what grade Itachi is in. Itachi is in grade eleven. He went to Konoha High for 2 years before transferring. This story is based on the academics system for non- French- immersion students in Ontario. In that system, students graduate in grade nine when they are fifteen. Then that's when they start high school. In this story Itachi is 16 since he's just starting grade eleven. Hopefully, I'll get to do a chapter on his birthday! That is if I don't get interrupted *throws death glare at mom*. So on with the story!
First period had been heck for Itachi. He got to class late and when he stepped through the door of classroom 315. Once he stepped through that door, he then proceeded to get assaulted by the teacher, scolded for being late, and then forced to stand up in front of the class and tell them all about himself. Sounded fine if you were living in My Little Pony Land. Unfortunately, it was less bearable for Itachi. He was sat down at a desk in the back of the room, and then he was forced to endure a torturous lesson in algebra. Exponents and other math terms were giving him a headache. His nerves had never taken on such a big hit from school. I'm pretty sure it isn't good for me if I'm seeing stars, thought Itachi groggily. Then the bell rang, signifying the end of class. Thank god that Karma finally decided to take pity on me, thought Itachi. Inwardly, he sighed. Today was not going as he planned at all.
"Itachi! Hey, Itachi!" The familiar shout jolted Itachi out of his reverie and brought him back to the real world.
"Konan! Do you need something," he replied hastily. Itachi was starting to get a little worried about that girl. His hormones were acting up again. Was this going to happen every time he saw that girl?
"Itachi! Are you out to lunch? Come on, we have two more periods to go before lunch. Don't tell me you've lost heart already! Why don't we eat together at lunch? Itachi? Itachi!"
"Hmmm? Oh, okay, I'm totally fine with that, I'll see you at lunch Konan!" The entire time Konan had been talking, Itachi had been thinking about how good the uniform looked on that girl. She's so nice! Spending her time with an anti-socialite like me should be bad for her reputation. Itachi was still thinking about Konan when the bell rang. Uh oh! I'd better get going! Otherwise, I really won't make it until lunch! I'll be stuck in detention! His next class was English. If they did Shakespeare, he would tear his textbook in half. He had better things to do that spend his time studying a rambling poet. I hope the teachers don't think that hopefully we'll turn into that freak. Uhh! And with those last thoughts, he hurried into his English class.