Hehe, smirks evilly Guess who's going to school!
Readers: points to authoress
Me: gasps NEVER! I WON'T STEP FOOT IN THAT PLACE UNTIL FALL!
Readers: confused
Me: falls to the floor Never mind, just read.
Ah, the power of wikipedia, I found out what it is that a Homeroom teacher does. Did you know Homeroom is like Advisory? chirp chirp chirp Well I didn't!
Nyanonymous, I thank you very much for your comment,(don't worry, you didn'tdo anything wrong, I'm just explaining a bit while the subject is up) but I'm afraid I can't put the whole thing in 3rd person. (that is the he/she/it, right?) Reason 1, I absolutely SUCK when I try to write like that, though I put small chunks of it in the chapters to even it out and make it less confusing, Reason 2, if I do that I can't get the feeling I want, for say…explaining how they see things and how they think. I have been trying to better my skills with 3rd person by writing It's Called Freedom and Colored World, but those still have major rough edges. But I will try harder, and I ABSOLUTELY thank you for pointing that paragraph thing out to me! IT HELPS ME SOOO MUCH! hugs
To every reader: I have also been trying to make my paragraphs longer, but I don't usually make long paragraphs, so when I use Microsoft Word, since the pages are smaller, the paragraphs look a lot longer. Then when I transfer it to Fanfiction I end up with a paragraph that's only three or four lines long when it was really six to eight on MSW. I will try to clump together some of the more fragmented sentences to make longer paragraphs, but it's something that might take some time for me to learn. Sorry for the inconvenience.
WARNING: This chapter is a little less serious, but that's because I'm trying to get the personalities of the "perverts", hope it doesn't bother you guys too much, and in the last chapter I lied. THIS will be my crappiest chapter since I'm trying 3rd person for a longer time. I was going to do this anyway after I wrote Sakura's POV, but I'm making the 3rd person longer because it's hard to stop writing when I haven't explained everything that way. So if the last 2/3 of this chapter absolutely sucks, it's not my fault, I tried.
Kankurous was held back in school, why? Cuz I wanted him in the same grade as Sakura and the rest. Also, Gaara was just born late in this story, either that or started kindergarten a year later than everyone. That explains the age differences, okay?
HOPE YOU ENJOY!
Sakura's POV
Shit!
I am totally lost!
I glance around the multicolored tiled hallways looking for someone, anyone, to send me in the right direction. It's all very confusing, whether there are people in the hallways or not, since the colors are randomly placed on the floor, a red here a yellow there, a black or two next to each other, and a single gray square placed in the center of a white rectangle, each one of the illogical patterns making my head spin.
I hope there's no OCD people in this school or this would be a very difficult hallway to travel on…
Just for good measure, I do a complete 360 to check for an adult, or maybe even a student, wandering the hallways.
No one.
Of course there's no one in the hallway! It's class time!
Damn that stupid principal and that counselor! Making me stay a full three hours in that cramped little room just to help plan out when to take my medication! It's ridiculous!
Ah man! I am so screwed!
I fight back the tears welling in my eyes.
Just great! When I'm frustrated I make irrational decisions, when I make irrational decisions I get angry, and when I get angry I cry! No fucking way am I going to cry in school! Maybe I should just skip…
I glance at the silver watch on my wrist, 10:03. When was it class ended again?
My hands unclasp the shining gold hook of the leather book-bag bouncing at my hip, scrounging through its contents before they emerge with a single sheet of paper.
Thank God they have the times on there!
Haruno, Sakura Freshman Locker # 416 ID # 66365 Locker Combo. 32-15-08 Counselor Genma Shiranui
Period 1, Homeroom Teacher: Hatake Room: 401 Days: A,B,C,D,E,F Starts: 8:00 Ends: 8:45
Period 2, Calculus Teacher: Mitarashi Room: 404 Days: A,B,C,D,E,F Starts: 8:52 Ends: 9:50
Period 3, Sci/Phys Teacher: Orochimaru Room: 403 Days: A,B,C,D,E,F Starts: 9:54 Ends: 10:39
Period 4, English Teacher: Hatake Room: 401 Days: A,B,C,D,E,F Starts: 10:43 Ends: 11:28
Period 5, Lunch Teacher: -- Room: 608 Days: A.B,C,D,E,F Starts: 11:32 Ends: 12:17
Period 6, PhyEd Teacher: Maito Room: 212 Days: A,C,E Starts: 12:21 Ends: 1:06
Period 7, Health Teacher: Momochi Room: 402 Days: A,B,C,D,E,F Starts: 1:10 Ends: 1:57
Period 8, History Teacher: Morino Room: 405 Days: A,B,C,D,E,F Starts: 2:01 Ends: 2:46
Period 9, Art Teacher: Ebisu Room: 610 Days: B,D,F Starts: 2:50 Ends: 3:35
If I'm supposed to be in English right now, and it ends at 11:28, and it's 10:03 at the moment…that leaves me…25 minutes of class time! Goddammit! I'll never make it!
My feet speed walk down the echoing halls, almost at what some would call a jog.
I really need to find someone…if not I'm going to get detention, and then I'll have to face that man again!
Just the thought of Fugaku's disapproving sneer makes me cringe.
I really hate that man.
I hate him! I hate him! I hate him! I hate him! I hate h-
"Ooph!"
Pain.
I seem to have smacked into a wall.
My eyes slowly open, filling with a brilliant bright light.
"Are you alright? I'm so sorry, I didn't see you there! Are you hurt?" an incredibly kind voice asks with concern.
"Is that you God?"
Great, I died. How could my day possibly get any worse!?
At least God was paying attention in my time of need, since he was able to find me in my pathetic lonesome. I am sorry I never believed in you God! I have truly seen the light…though it's a little too late now that I'm dead…
"No." the feeling of someone's small hand griping gently around my arm brings me to my complete senses. "I am not God."
My emerald eyes meet with the chocolate brown pupils of the most stunning person I have ever seen. His voice is as pleasant as the expression on his face, and his hair is long and silky and the same color as his stunning eyes. I find his smile alone more beautiful than the entirety of the Uchiha brothers put together!
"Wow… you're really…pretty." I breath, completely stunned by the overwhelming purity of the boy crouching down in front of me.
He lets out a small laugh, a childishly innocent sound.
"Why thank you. My name is Haku. What's your name?" He adjusts the cream colored folder under his arm.
I fidget slightly, only to realize I'm on the floor.
Huh?
I must have fallen… but then the wall had to have been…
I spring up, dusting off my hands and my butt, which I had fallen on, bowing to him slightly to signify my apology.
He rises too, taking a smooth swipe at the black pants of his uniform.
"Sorry, this was my bad! I wasn't watching where I was going! I am very sorry to have bumped into you." I stand up strait again, making sure his face wasn't changing into one of anger or annoyance.
It wasn't.
"I'm Sakura Haruno, I'm new here."
He smiles, making all my worries melt away. "Nice to meet you." his head tilts to the side adorably. "I'm sorry, but I have to return to my classroom to give my teacher a file, maybe we'll meet later!" His voice is completely sincere, as if he really wants to meet me again.
Ah, so he has to go to a class…that's too bad…
"AH!"
He jumps slightly at my outburst, a startled look on his doll-like face.
"Where's the English room for freshman Class A?" I ask almost forcefully.
How could I have forgotten!? That was so important no less than a minute ago!
"English room Class A?" he smiles sweetly at me. "Well I can take you there, since that's where I'm headed anyway."
Thank you God! You have sent me an angel! Never thought they were that adorable though…
"Thank you. Sorry to be a burden..." I bow slightly again, since I really am sorry about being a hindrance to him.
"It's no big deal."
I adjust the strap of my book-bag on my shoulder, following him as he walks down the wall, the opposite direction I was walking in.
A sudden wave of curiosity washes over me. "Hey, Haku, question. What's Mr. Hatake like?"
He looks at me while walking, a weary smile on his face.
"He's nice, and a well respected teacher in this school because of his educational history. He's a little…strange though…"
"Strange?"
He nods.
"Yes, he is always late for class, usually coming when it's half over, and when he teaches things it's put simply and only takes a few minutes to figure out." His smile is becoming a grin. "Yet for some reason, no matter how hard they are, everyone in the class always passes the English placement exams, even though we never really work hard. Not to mention the fact he doesn't assign homework.
"You mean no homework…ever!"
He nods again.
"We do have a big project, but it's due at the end of the year, and they give us enough time in school to finish it without having to take it home, and Mr. Hatake gave us the full period three days a week to work solely on the project.
I am going to love this teacher!
"Anything else?" I inquire eagerly, a small child on Christmas morning.
He thinks for a moment, looking ahead as he talks.
"He used to be a gymnastic coach…a really good one, I've heard. Teaching top of the class gymnasts and everything… I heard he even got most of them to win gold in the Olympics…"
I speed walk to make my way to his side.
"Really? What happened?" I ask, my face nearly on his shoulder.
He shakes his head.
"No one knows. One day he just turned in his retirement form, and that was the end of it."
"How sad…"
"Have you ever taken gymnastics?"
I sigh.
"A couple years ago, I was pretty into it too. I won a couple medals and competitions…but that's all in the past.
Haku turns to me again, a bright smile on his face, probably trying to change the mood of the conversation.
"I have another question for you, Sakura."
Really? What could he possibly have to ask me now? I'm not that interesting.
"What?"
"You're hair is really pretty! It's natural right?"
I stop.
"How can you tell? Everyone else just thinks I dyed it."
He gives me a quizzical look. "Really? It's quite easy to tell it's natural. It's the same color all the way to your roots, and it's such a beautiful hue too, like a sakura flower… Is that where you get your name from?"
I can't help but laugh now.
"No, but that's why it's so funny! My mom named me Sakura before I even had hair. Must've been quite the shock for her when it started growing…" I signify growing by running my hand through my waist length hair.
We're both laughing now, mine a louder laugh since I have the bigger understanding of the joke, his a small melodious sound from finding the humor in my memory.
He stops laughing in order to speak. "Ah, we're here already."
I stop, looking around.
Here, as Haku had stated, was a large…box…carved out of the wall. A table was placed in the middle of the empty space, able to sit ten people in its circular pattern, with doors (identical to each one beside it) scattered here and there and accompanied by small windows by the doorframe, though most were covered with posters or stickers, or other little things the human eye can't see through. Those were probably for security reasons, most likely for stopping those stalker people you hear so much about on the news: the strange unknown people entering school and kidnapping students as well as those bringing a gun or a knife into the classrooms. People like that.
Haku starts walking toward the English room, I soon following, only to realize that my shoelace has become untied.
"Sorry, Haku, you go ahead, I just have to tie my shoe. I know where it is now, so thank you!"
He nods his head, smiles at me one last time, then opens the door with his free, non folder carrying hand, and disappears into the strange classroom.
I growl.
Why do my shoes always come untied anyway? I know it happens to me more often than other people with the same kind of shoes as me.
Crouching down, I grab hold of the two ends of the long black leathered laces and begin to retie them.
My shoes are a little…strange, I guess. They're black with a half inch heel. The soft leather of the shoe reachs all the way up to my knees, while the rings for the laces to go through run along my shin in the front, making the laces go into an odd formational pattern that not many people know how to create. I always tie the bow at the top since it's easier than down by my feet, but the laces are long enough to reach all the way to the floor when they come untied, so I always have to either double knot them or tuck them inside the shoe itself. I side with the latter since they'd already come undone.
I stand up again, smoothing out the hideous skirt of my uniform.
That's the one thing I absolutely abhor about this school! I'd rather wear my own clothes, meaning I'd rather wear pants, than a skirt! The white blouse is well made though, so I can't argue against that, even if it's so tight on that I had to unclasp the first couple of buttons showing a portion of my cleavage…but it's not that big of a deal.
I hope the teachers don't scold me about it…
Meanwhile in the English classroom…
"Alrighty class," the teacher at the head of the room announces, sitting himself down in the swivel chair by his desk. "The next twenty minutes can be used freely. This includes using the time to work on your partnered project. You can move the desks as long as you put them back by the bell."
A few cheers erupt from the class, but not nearly as many as there had been in the beginning of the year now that the students have become used to how Kakashi worked.
Now that they were free to talk, the students busily started chatting away.
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"Guys! You'll never guess what happened to me this weekend!" a blue eyed boy yells rather loudly, gripping his hands on the back of his freshly doodled on desk, standing up to pull his seat into the circle of his friends along with their own desks.
"What is it, Naruto?" the boy sitting across from him dares to ask, before taking a deep breath for a long yawn, making his rather long canine teeth visible for people to see.
This boy was quite odd, like all of the people sitting in their circle, for he was wearing a gray parka even though the temperature outside was enough to make a person in a T-shirt and shorts sweat the moment they stepped into the sun. To add to the strangeness of the boy was the fact that he had red markings on his face, two upside down triangles (one beneath each of his eyes extending toward his jaw-line) that both his mother and older sister had as well.
A rather suspicious snicker came out of the excited blonde's grinning mouth.
He runs his hand through his incredibly golden locks, trying (in vein) to build suspense amongst his friends, while clearing his throat dramatically to start his long, rehearsed, speech.
"I, Naruto Uzumaki, last Friday night, the day before the day before yesterday, three days ago-"
"Just say it already, moron!" the brunette girl sitting beside him demands, enforcing the demand with a hard knock to said moron's head.
Cringing in pain from the sudden attack, the blonde winces out the words. "This guy came to my house asking to use my shower, after declining the Uchiha bastard's…"
The brunette gives a small sigh of disappointment. "Is that all, really? I was expecting something more exciting." She leans her form back against the seat of her chair, swinging her legs atop the desk itself with one clean well practiced swoop.
"That's not all!"
Everyone in the circle suddenly looks to the extremely happy blonde.
"When he got out of the shower he was a her and she thanked me!"
Silence.
Two tanned hands slam onto the owner's desk, shoving the person into a standing position. "Was she hot!? What did she look like!? What were her measurements!? Did the water make her clothes see-through!?" The shaggy haired teenager demanded. "Did you get a picture!? How about her panties!? You got to keep her panties right!?"
The teacher lifts an eyebrow at the conversation, but says nothing, returning to his orange book.
Naruto brightens with a new kind of glow at the fact that someone understands the importance of what had happened. "Ah, Kankurou! You do understand!" After all this time the blonde finally decides to sit down, looking intently at the middle child of the sand siblings. "Yeah, she was REALLY hot!" he cups his hands away from his chest to signify breasts. "She was all boing-boing! And then she turned she was all BA-BAM!"
"Enough!" screams the brunette, as well as the oldest of the sand sibs, both of them slamming their fists-of-fury onto their companions heads, trying to forcibly make him respect women.
A few muffled laughs and smirks make their way out of the rest of the people sitting in the circle, (though Gaara, youngest of the sand sibs, completely ignored them) as well as a couple of sighs representing their feeling for the boys' immaturity, which they haven't seemed to grow out of. In fact, it seems to have gotten worse as soon as they hit puberty!
"Anyway," Naruto continues, more calmly this time, taking a deep sigh as his hyperness starts to subside. "I didn't get to keep her panties, she took them with her."
The perverted sand sibling sinks in his chair a little, a depressed look on his face, a small tisking and the word "Pity." making its way out of his lips.
"So, how'd she thank you?" the parka wearing boy asks boredly, his head being propped up by his hand lazily to keep it from falling.
Golden Boy freezes for a moment, surprised at the question. Moments later his eyes shine with an I've-got-something-you-don't-have look, which could also be interpreted as a Prepare-to-be-jealous look, which was soon drown out with a perverted laugh.
"She was all 'How ever can I repay you!?'" he starts, trying his best to sound like a beautiful girl, "and I was all 'No, need to thank me, pretty lady,' and she was all 'At least let me give you a kiss!' and then she leaned in and placed her soft luscious lips on my…"
"Yes?" Kankurou demands, breaking the wooden pencil in his hand in half from the suspense of it all.
"On my…cheek. Right here." The blonde sighs romantically, pointing to the spot where he was 'kissed'.
The brunette next to him gives him a doubtful look. "You're lying." she accuses, completely ignoring the hurt expression her friend gives her at the accusation.
"What? Really? And here I thought Naruto was actually lucky enough to see a hot babe all alone in his house." Kankurou growls, shoving the longer end of the broken pencil into his mouth to hide his depression.
"I wasn't lying about the girl!"
"Yeah, yeah, whatever."
"I swear I wasn't lying!"
"That's enough, Naruto."
"But I swear!"
The door to the classroom opens, momentarily stopping all conversation in the room. The one who walks in was the class representative, Haku, who was merely returning from an errand for their teacher. "I've returned with the file, Mr. Hatake," he says sweetly, walking up to the lazy teacher and placing the folder on the desk right in front of him. "I have also met the new student. She will be in shortly."
"What's going on?" Kankurou questions, snapping out of his depression at the mention of a girl. He, as well as the other people from their collection of desks, turn their gazes to their teacher, trying to understand what Haku had said, as said class representative makes his way back to his seat and sits down quietly.
Mr. Hatake slides his feet off his desk and onto the floor, grunting as he stands up to introduce the new student.
"Well class," he starts saying to the expectant students. "I actually forgot about this since she didn't come until now, so sorry about that… Um…" He shoves a pile of papers off of the attendance clipboard, then grabs it to start flipping through its contents to find the new girl's name. "Oh yes, the new student is Sakura Haruno."
A look of shock passes over the teachers masked face, completely freezing him for a moment before he quickly scans the name on the sheet again. "S-Sakura Haruno."
The door opens a second time revealing an odd looking girl as she walks bordely into the classroom. "I'm sorry for being so late, the meeting ran late and they left me to find the classroom on my own." she directs to the teacher, staring him strait in the face to prove the sincerity of her story.
She freezes, looking as if she just saw someone get hit by a car.
They stay like this, the teacher and student locked in a loss for words.
Finally, their teacher manages to find his voice.
"Chickie?" he gaps out, his voice cracking as he speaks, still not quite believing who it was in front of him.
A small, forced, halfhearted smile makes its way across her lips. She turns her head away as she answers, not wanting to look him directly in the eyes.
"It's been a while…Coach."
Kakashi clears his throat to grab the stunned attention of the class.
"Everyone, this is our new student." he says again, directing his hand toward her figure as if nothing had happened between them.
"Yo, the name's Sakura Haruno." she says with an expressionless face, flashing the peace sign as if to prove her hip-ness.
"So," Kakashi speaks again, "Any questions?"
The teens observe the strangeness of the new student. For one thing, she hadn't tucked her white blouse, which didn't have the top four buttons clasped-which showed off just how blessed she was in the breast area, into the green and blue skirt of her uniform, the dress code clearly demanding that students should do so. It wasn't too much of a biggy for the group that had been discussing the Shower Girl, for no one at their circle, except for the highly respected Hyuugas and Shino, followed this rule (though Kankurou tried to be a rebel on both sides and only tucked in half of his shirt, letting one of the front flaps hang out triumphantly) Another reason she was so strange was her hair color.
Pink.
Bubblegum pink…
…or else the color of a sakura flower…exactly like her name.
She had dyed her hair, the biggest no-no in all of the school rules. Students are absolutely, ABSOLUTELY! prohibited from dying their hair. It would give them the look of delinquents, which was bad for the school's reputation.
The parka wearing boy gave a slow whistle. "Damn, I'm surprised the teachers haven't pounced on her yet."
No one notices the slight eye widening of the two sand siblings.
A boy toward the back of the room raises his hand.
"Yes, Idate?" Kakashi calls on the star runner of the track team.
The brown haired teen raises his voice to make it audible to everyone.
"It's against the rules to dye your hair, so why is it pink?" he demands.
Their teacher looks carefully at the girl, ready to spring into action if needed.
Sakura's hands clench together so hard her arms were shaking, her eyes glaring at the wall to her left, and her teeth biting her lip until it slightly bled.
They watch confused as she manages to part her lips. "That's because my genetics are shit!" she spits out, as if the mere words were a disgusting burning poison to her mouth.
Yeah, sorry I put so much of it into no one's POV, but I didn't want the talk about the shower girl to turn into a POV just because it would be a pain to write, and then I got too lazy to change it again.
Anyway…
There's probably a few mistakes in there, but I'll reread in later, I find them easier when they're in the actual story format.
I know it wasn't a very good chapter, but I hope you liked it none the less.
Just to let people know, that schedule was a BITCH to write!
CAN'T WAIT UNTIL GYM CLASS! goes to dream about what should be done during the class taught by Gai-sensei
P.S. I think it's kinda funny how the first spelling correction option for Gai is gay. Now I think Gai is cool and all, I just find it funny. (no offence to gays)
Also! I am NOT pushing religion onto anyone, if you felt that way when reading this chapter you are mistaken, I AM NOT!