Hey people its me again! I made this one extra long to make up for the short chapter last time and the long wait. Again, I know your probably mad at me for taking so damn long but these things take time. You try finding time to write when your teachers want to bury you with homework, projects on books that are boring as hell, and your gym teacher works you so hard that you get a stress fracture in your leg. Now, according to the doctor, I have to stay off my leg until it heals, take a million different pills twice a day and continually ice my leg. Joy. Besides, I do have a life outside. Again, I need more reviews before the next chapter can be released so tell your friends to review! And sorry for grammer mistakes, I'm kinda loopey on the pills right now.

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Chapter 3

Finding the classroom seemed easier said than done. I had to go up a staircase, straight for two hallways, turn right, another right, and a left, then walk halfway down the hall to reach the door. Apparently, the school is even bigger than the outside suggests. Eventually, I made it to the classroom. There were two girls walking in front of me. A porclain-colored, long haired brunette, and an equally pale girl with black hair. At least I don't have to worry about my skin sticking out. Walking up to Mr. Hatake, a white haired man with a mask covering most of his face (creepy),who was reading a book that looked like kids under the age of eighteen should not even get near, and handed him the slip. He didn't do anything other than sign the slip, widen his eyes when I introduced myself, say "Welcome to class, there's an open seat in the back.", and then got back to reading his little book. Well, at least he didn't make me stand up in front of everybody and introduce myself. That would totally suck.

Yet everyone in class seemed to know who I was, even the people who came in after me. Again, I blame the pink hair. Its way too obvious for my own good. Even though I was in the back of the class, the other kids still managed to sneak looks at me. Keeping my eyes away from them, I looked at the reading list Mr. Hatake gave me. Animal Farm, To Kill A Moking Bird, Romeo and Juilet. The basics. Maybe I could ask Mom if she could send me my old essays. Probably not, since she would say it was cheating. Oh well.

When the bell finally rang, it scared the crap out of me! I must of jumped five feet in the air! Seriously, who makes the bell a freaking high-pitched whistle! After a second or two of me griping the desk, trying to swallow my organs, a messy, brown-haired, brown-eyed boy who had red, upside-down triangles on his cheeks and reminded me of a dog for some stange reason came up to my desk.

"You're Sakura Haruno, right?" He looked like one of those over-helpful guys.

"Yea." I replied, still a little breathless from the bell incident. Five kids in front of me turned to openly stare when I spoke.

"What's your next class?" he asked.

"Goverment with Asuma." I replied immediately. To avoid all the staring during class, I commited to mesmerizing my schedule and part of the school.

"Sweet, your right next door to me. I could show you the way." Yep, definetly the over-helpful type. "I'm Kiba by the way."

"Nice to meet you Kiba, and thanks."

"No problem."

Walking out of the classroom, I could've sworn people were walking close enough behind us so that they could eavesdrop. Maybe I'm just getting paranoid.

"So, how different is California from here? I've never been out of Konoha so I'm curious about the outside world." he asked suddenly.

"Really different. For one thing, there's no forest surronding you, its the Pacific Ocean. And the building are a lot bigger and there are hotels, casinos, drug wars, the whole shabang."

"Wow, sounds great. Does it rain there a lot?"

"Every now and again. Usually just enough so that the palm trees and occasional grass patches don't die."

"What's it like there usually?"

"Really sunny most of the year but in winter it only drops a couple degrees."

"You don't seem like you have much of a tan." He said, eyeing me.

"My mother was, like, three-fourths albino."

He studied me more closely, making me sigh. Guess trees and humor don't mix. At this rate, I'll forget how to use sarcasm. Taht would totally suck since sarcasm was my middle name. Kiba walked me up two floors and around some corners and brought me right up to the door. He asked a few more questions about California but I could tell he didn't want to leave.

"Good luck with the rest of the day. Maybe we'll get lucky and have another class together." He sounded really hopeful.

Smiling vaguely at him, I waved my goodbye and walked into class.

The rest of the day passed in a similar fashion. My Trigonometry teaher, Mr. Iruka, (I don't know his last name) who was already on my DIE AND BURN IN HELL LIST because of the subject he taught, was the only teacher who made me introduce myself to the class. My face flushed to the color of a tomatoe and my voice cracked twice. So embarrising.

After two classes, I was starting to see some familiar faces. There always was someone who was brave enough to come up to me, introduce themselves, and ask about what I though of Konoha. Most of the time I just lied to them cause really, what was I supposed to say? "Hey, I'm Sakura and I think Konoha should burn down to the ground again." Yea, I'm sure that will go well. At least I never needed to use the map.

One girl, Ino, sat by me in both Trigonometry and Spanish and walked me to the cafeteria, talking about what I assumed to be the school gossip. She was two or three inches taller than my five foot, eight inches. She had pulled her long, blonde hair into a high ponytail that just added another inch to her height, and that just made me feel even smaller compared to her. I smiled at her and nodded a lot while she talked about the million and one teachers at school and the classes they taught. She was on a roll and I wasn't going to be the one to try to stop her.

We sat with a bunch of her friends near the end of the humongous cafeteria at one of the large, circular tables. She introduced me to them and I forgot all of their names as soon as she moved onto the next one. Kiba from English class waved at me from a few tables away. I smiled and waved back.

It was there, sitting in the cafeteria, trying to make conservation with seven extremely curious strangers, that I first saw them.

There were sitting at a table in the corner of the lunchroom, as far away from my table as possible. There were five of them. Three boys, two girls. They weren't talking to each other. They weren't looking at each other. They weren't eating the food in front of them. They weren't even gawking at me like most of the other kids in the lunchroom so it was safe to stare at them. But it was none of these things that caught, and held, my attention.

They didn't look a thing alike. With the boys, one had some serious muscule on him, like, heavy-weight champion muscule, with straight, white hair. Another was a bit shorter, and leaner, but you could still see the muscules through his shirt, with bright red hair. He also had a weird marking on the corner of his forehead but I couldn't ell what it was. The last was lanky, less bulky, but still muscular, with black-blue hair. He seemed the most boyish of the three, who looked like they should be in college, or maybe even teachers in the red-head's case.

The girls were complete opposites from each other. One was tiny. And I mean tiny! Like five foot two inches, five foot three inches. She was pixielike, thin in the extreme and had beautiful, shoulder-lenght, dark brown hair. The taller one had an amazing figure. The kind that you saw on the cover of the Sports Illustrated swimsuit issue, the kind that made all the other girls take a serious hit to their self-esteem just by being in the same room as her. Her hair was an even more brilliant color of red than the boys, waving beautifully all the way down to the middle of her back.

Yet, despite the differences between them, they were exactly alike. They were all chalky white, the palest of all the students I had seen, paler than me, the albino. I didn't know that it was possible for someone to get that pale! They all had very dark eyes, despite the differences in hair tones and colors. They had dark circles under their eyes, like they were being derprived from sleep, or were recovering from a broken nose. But the latter couldn't be true, since their noses were perfectly straight and angular.

But those aren't the reasons why I couldn't look away.

I stared because their faces, so different, yet so similar, were devastatingly, inhumanly beautiful. They had the faces that you only saw on air-brushed covers of beauty magiznes or portrayed as angels in a famous painting or statue. The kind of beauty that couldn't possibly exist naturally. I couldn't decide who was more beautiful, the red-haired girl, or the black-haired boy.

As I watched them, the small girl got up with her tray, unopened soda, unbitten pizza, and glided across the room to dump her tray, then dance back to the table faster than I would have thought possible. Something told me that the others were just as graceful, even the bulky one.

"Who are they?"

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