I'M SORRY! I KNOW IT'S BEEN A FEW MONTHS (technically one year, but bah – technicalities) I'M SORRYYYYYY! Anyway, so this chapter isn't as long as you guys want, but I'm trying my best here. I have school Monday, and I'm having my grandparent over for lunch tomorrow. Not that I hate them, but…you guys get it, right? No? Okay then. Let's head to the story then.

Luckily, going to History wasn't as hard as I thought it was going to be. I only got lost twice, and when I did, people would point me in the right direction! Yeah, I know that Gaara and I have the same class, but when I tried to ask if he could show me the way, he ignored me. Well, in his defense, he did have earbuds in, so maybe he didn't ignore me. He probably just couldn't hear me.

Anyway, after almost being late, I found my classroom, and noticed that even though there were kids in the room, the teacher was absent. I walk into the room, and sat in the second row of seats, quietly taking my sketchbook out of my bag, and stared at the blank paper, before carefully drawing a circle. I was drawing Julia from Cowboy Bebop, one of the few anime I watched, and still love with a burning passion.

I was in the middle of sketching her body when the teacher finally arrived, his grey hair messy and a mask covering his face. Many people in the classroom began shouting at him, which was rather annoying. He was already 5 minutes late, don't make him pile us with homework because you idiots didn't give him enough time during class.

"Ah, it seems I've already upset you all. Oh well. Before I do anything, I would like to know your names. When it's your turn, tell us your name and one thing about yourself. We'll start on the right side; you may start." He said, gesturing to a girl with long brown hair, with one group of hair falling in the center of her forehead like a skunk.

"My name is Sari, and I babysit the mayor's kids." Her voice was smooth, but high. Sounded like a squeaky wheel, in my opinion. The class went around, introducing themselves. After a boy who apparently could whistle the alphabet, and a girl who said she was a model, it was my turn.

"My name is Matsuri, and I've had a job." When I introduced myself, I suddenly realized that all the girls in class were glaring at me for no reason. The teacher spoke up.

"A job? What kind of job?" (1) He asked, seemingly interested. I shuffled my feet on front of my chair, averting my eyes toward the floor.

"Nothing big really. I was a busser, and I start bussing at Ichiraku's tomorrow after school." The teacher chuckled, making me look up at him.

"See class? I've had many of you tell me that it's impossible to find a job, yet Matsuri over there has already found one. Many of you knew that Ichiraku's was hiring. Many of you lack the drive to get employment. Continue."

"I'm Gaara. I have a job as well." Now I realized why all the girls were staring at me. I was sitting next to him. Oh god, I'm sitting next to one of the schools supposed heartthrobs, and unintentionally made almost all the female population of this school hate me.

Why am I so good at screwing myself over?

So, the teacher – whose name is Kakashi – gave us the syllabus for his course, then began to delve into our first unit, giving us a vocab list to complete for the remainder of the class period. Whatever we didn't finish was for homework, which now I didn't have. When the bell rang, I checked my schedule and saw that I had English. Getting lost multiple times actually made me get to class quicker, which was a bad sign.

My English teacher was called Kurenai, and apparently she and Hinata are close. I later found out that Kurenai is the main guardian of Hinata due to…family issues. She was nice, giving us a simple questionnaire, then giving us a list of books and having us circle which ones we wanted to read.

My other classes were okay, Math was a bitch – I hated the teacher, if we didn't solve the problem using his way, regardless if we got the correct answer, it was wrong – and I wanted to punch my Gym Teacher. One word for him, there is only one word: GREEN. There was green everywhere, he looked like grass threw up on him.

However, my mood lightened when it was lunch. I had a table of friends to sit with, and Naruto is very entertaining. So all in all, my day was good.

I went to dinner without Tenten; she wasn't hungry, and on my way I saw Gaara. He was walking down to the dining hall, looking pretty pissed. Against better judgement, I walked over to him.

"Hey. You okay?" He ignored me, and kept walking. Shrugging, I made my way over to the dining hall and got me some food. Trudging back upstairs, I saw Naruto running down the hall.

"Matsuri! Have you seen Gaara?!" He sounded pretty alarmed.

"Yeah. He was walking toward the dining hall when I saw him. Odd, I didn't see him inside at all. Has he –" I stop suddenly, the boy I was addressing already running down the hall again, yelling 'thank you' over his shoulder.

That was rude. He could have at least waited till I finished talking.

(1)– So, I'm kind of keeping one thing from the Naruto-verse in this story: Just like new Genin can do missions for money at the ages of 11 and 12, you can get actual work at those ages. Makes things a bit easier for me.

Now, I know this chapter isn't my best. But I felt bad for abandoning you like that, so here's chapter four! If any of you have ideas you want me to incorporate into the story, by all means put them into a review and I'll see what I can do!