My Stupid Japanese Tutor- THe long awaited chapter FOUR DUN DUN dun...
I'm so sorry to everyone who really wanted another chapter!!! I'm so sorry you had to wait so long! I"m so sorry because i know what it's like to wait so long for a story that seemed so interesting. I'm so so--- :thunk: ouch... Okay, onward with the story. i really hope it isn't disappointing... :nervous:
Oh, btw, (readers groan and yell "get to the story NOW") no, wait! I just wanna say two last things. One there are probably lotsa typos cuz i still use wordpad or whatever the hell its called, and two... uh... oh yeah. There's gonna be OC's. I'll prolly like put myself in there or my friends... lol. But it'll be subtle. Yeah... cuz usually to be honest i don't like OC's much either. But they're at SCHOOL.
ONE MORE THING. From now on anyone saying anything in japanese shall be italicized. Yeah. Cuz I don't know much Japanese anyway and I already feel stupid enough going about life in english, lol, so.. italicized!!! here we go now...My first hour class is art. I'm not really much of an artsy guy. I mean, it's cool, yeah. Art isn't my major thing, though. I'm not sure what is. Annoying people? I'm sure my teachers would say "aye" to that. Anyways, ART. What really is art anyway? It's different from person to person. Take...a dead ladybug and a Styrofoam cup and glue it onto a board. Is that art? Maybe to some people. To me it's more like a piece of crap. But that's just my opinion. Graffitti. That's cool. This one time I painted all over this monument--it was HILARIOUS, I tell you. It had faces on it, kinda like Mt. Rushmore, y'know, but, oh god, I crack myself up over it thinking about it again. It was last year. We went on a field trip in seventh grade and I brought a few cans of spray paint. So, we got there and...well. I'm just gonna smirk and let you imagine what the hell went on there, so long as it ends with me running like crazy and laughing like a maniac while the teachers and the guides were chasing me around the building. Ah, sweet memories.
"Freak," someone says loudly in my ear.
"What's up, Carl?" I say to him.
"You were laughing to yourself," he says. He narrows his eyes and glares at me. "And it's KIBA. You will call me KIBA."
"Sure, Carl," I snicker. He punches me in the arm.
"Moron," he says.
Carl--Kiba-- was one of my Japanese students, and one of my friends. We knew each other since, like, second grade, I think. He always carried around this puppy like he couldn't live without it sitting on his head or zipped up in his coat. It was weird. So one day at recess I told him my feelings about him and his puppy and it ended with us in the principal's office, him sporting a bruise on his cheek and a bloody nose, while I got a split lip and a tooth knocked loose. It was fun. So from that day forward we became friends.
It's a weird story, I agree. So then in like, fifth or sixth grade, I think, Kiba started getting into anime--Japanese cartoons. Well, actually, we've always sorta been into it; Digimon, Pokemon, stuff like that. But he was like, going more in depth and stuff, you know. Going onto Youtube and watching the stuff in Japanese with subtitles. Yeah, and so then one day he was like, "Dude, I wish I could talk in Japanese," and goes on about one day wanting to go to Japan to meet some Japanese chick and have Japamerican kids, and then suddenly he turns to me and goes, "OH MY GOD, you're Japanese!" so I go, "No shit," and he's like, strangling me and shaking me, going, "DUDE YOU GOTTA TEACH ME JAPANESE!" Anime sweat drop.
So I teach him Japanese until last year, cuz he was kinda starting to scare me. Just kidding. I've taught him enough basic stuff, yeah... (cough how to cuss cough, haha)
"Hey, Naruto, let's go," he says, grabbing my arm and dragging me into the mass of kids. "It's 'run over the little sixth graders' time!"
We both grin at each other, and plow over the midgets. I know, it's mean. So what. We're at the top now, we gotta relish the moment while we can before we get dumped in trash cans next year as freshman. Oh, the horror.
Kiba stops at his locker when we get to the eighth grade section. Mine's farther down, but some days I don't even bring a backpack to school. Today's one of those days.
"See ya later in art!" I yell at him, before I get lost in the throng and can't see him anymore.Now to head back upstream. It's tough, you're going against the current. It's the bad thing about being early.
The art room. It's one of the bigger rooms of our school, and it's got a nice huge window. Yeah. And we've got REGULAR TABLES WITH CHAIRS THAT AREN'T ATTACHED TO IT OH MY GOD. Yeah. Well, I've just pretty much listed the only good things in art class. The art teacher is CRAZY; help me. The room is so hot when it's around this time of year. It SUCKS MONKEY BALLZ. Yeah, with a "z."
I'm not there yet, but I'm close enough to tell that the lights are off. I hope it means Ms. Crazy isn't in the room yet. Seriously, she is the LAST thing you want to deal with in the mornings.
I walk more quietly, like a NINJA. Cough. Oh, hey, will you look at that, it's Sasuke. Hey, ever notice when you say his name it sometimes sounds like "Sas-gay?" Haha.
I flip the light switch on and off and scream, "OHAYO SAS-GAY!"
His reaction is SO precious, ahh. See, Sasuke doesn't really seem the type of guy who loses his cool that easily...but when he does it is too effing hilarious! I wish I could describe, but it is just too...undescribably funny. I should start a Youtube series: "Pissing off Sasuke Uchiha." I'd update on a weekly basis. He needs to get angry more.
Unfortunately, it seems he has taken anger management classes or something. His facial expression is more calmed now, and all he says is, "Shut up, Naruto."
"That's lame," I reply.
"You're lame."
"That was lamer than the first." I stick out my tongue at him.
He snorts. "That's real mature," he smirks.
Okay, yeah this was REALLY SHORT AND REALLY STUPID. But I just wanted to post what I had, you 'know, just so you people would know i wasn't dead. (sweatdrop) Yeah. Um. so... Yeah. Kiba's real name is CARL ZOMG!!! cough.