After my second period, I moved to third. Third period means I have history…which means I have Mr. Pein. I have no idea why, but I'm regretting ever talking to Mr. Pein. I couldn't get the image of him slightly smiling at me. I shuddered from the awkward memory.

"Chao, Hinata," Sakura called.

I waved back to her. As I walked to my class, I saw Mr. Tobi coming to the opposite direction from me from turning around another hallway. He didn't wear his mask, which revealed his cherubic face. I bit my lower lip in aggravation when his expression seems to lighten.

"Bunny!" he called.

Some students stopped to look at me, where Mr. Tobi was indicating. Wah! Why does this have to happen to me! I quicken my pace, but then remembering that it would be awfully rude to ignore a teacher. Drat! Why must I always be such a good person!

"Y-yes?" I hesitated, turning to him.

As expected, he collided into me, giving me a light hug and backed away by a few steps. I could still his breathing on my skin. I slightly shivered.

"Tobi is happy that Bunny is here today!" he chirped, grinning widely.

Ah! He has a beautiful smile!

GAH! Hinata! He's your teacher! Don't think that way!

But…this is my mind after all…

B-but still! I shouldn't think Mr. Tobi as…as…as like Naruto! No! Why did I use Naruto as a subject!

Though it's okay to compliment your teacher, right?

Yeah…I-I guess it's okay then…

"Bunny? Bunny, are you there?" Mr. Tobi called, waving a hand over my face.

I blinked, then flushed from embarrassment. "I-I-I-I a-a-am f-f-fine!" I shouted, then buried my face into the books that were in my arms. I could see that most people in the hallway were stopping to stare at me oddly.

I am so pathetic…

I peeked up. Mr. Tobi was laughing. "Tobi thinks Bunny is really, really funny," he exclaimed happily.

I forced a chuckle, though it came out awkward like. "W-well, I better get going," I quickly murmured.

"Okay! Bye Bunny! Tobi will see Bunny in P.E!" he called after me.

Okay, by far, Mr. Tobi isn't exactly my favorite teacher. Of course, I haven't figured out which teacher I like the best. When I entered the classroom, there was a chart of which desk do we sit at. I was chosen to sit in the front row.

I made my way down and sat at my new seat. I was exactly the very middle of the front. I rubbed my arms. Strangely, I felt goose bumps rising on my skin. Why am I having goose bumps? The air conditioning isn't turned to make the room so cold.

When everyone was seated, the bell just rang. Mr. Pein walked into front of the room, with stacks of paper in his hands. I felt my bottom lip quiver. My palms were unusually becoming sticky from sweat. Now I realize something…just like how I react to Mr. Uchiha, Mr. Pein makes me act like an idiot!

I slumped into my seat just by a little. Argh. It's just like the time when Mr. Uchiha asked me to pass out papers to each person, and when I grasped the stack from him, my fingers suddenly felt wobbly and I dropped the whole thing. That was so embarrassing!

I closed my eyes and hung my head so closely to the desk. Then sighed.

"Hinata, would you please pass out these papers," said Mr. Pein.

Uh no!

I stood out of my seat, my knees having that same weak feeling. Am I going to faint? I didn't look up to see Mr. Pein's face. Mr. Uchiha's was enough. I took the papers, trying not to see his fingers either. I took a deep breath and began walking down each row, passing the papers to each desk.

Well that went out pretty well.

Then history was over. Now I have Art. As I waited for the students to walk out the door, Mr. Pein called my name. I looked up, and walked towards him, again not trying to look at him directly. I just stared on the floor, examining my shoes.

"Hinata, you dropped this," he said.

My key chain was in his hand. "Oh, thank you," I said, taking it away from him.

Accidentally, I saw his face. "Your welcome," he said with a smile. It nearly looked like a real smile. I nodded and dashed off. My cheeks were flaming.

Argh, I'm being like an idiot again.

I entered my Art class. I sat down next to Kiba, whose head was faced down on the desk. "Hello, Kiba," I said, breathing just by a little after my 'marathon'.

"Hey," I heard him say; though his voice sounded muffled.

"Erm, something wrong?" I tried.

"I guess so…"

"So what is the problem?"

He lifted up his face. He looked tired. "You remember Akamaru. I used to bring him all the time in middle school, right?"

I nodded.

"Well…he has cancer."

My eyes widened. "C-cancer?" I repeated.

He nodded, then sighed. He slumped further into his seat. "I don't know how this could happen. One day he was perfectly fine, the next he was sick. Did I do something wrong?"

I silently gulped. Err, how do you comfort a sad person? Think. Think!

"I-I think that you were an amazing owner, Kiba. Akamaru would be very sad if he was to be departed from you," I said.

"Yeah, I guess," he murmured.

Before I could say more, the bell rang.

During Art, I tried my best cheering Kiba up. Though I have never cheered anyone up. People always made me laugh when I'm down. How did they make me happy again? Argh. It might not work if I try using the same tactic as those people did because I am far a different person.

Thus, trying to crack a joke will never ever work.

Imagine me trying to say a joke. Ino and Sakura didn't even laugh at my joke yesterday in lunch about Mr. Pein! I am so not a comedian!

And when we had to draw about what we feel, I looked over Kiba's picture and inwardly gawk. He was drawing a storm cloud with lightning bolts that zapped and killed puppies! And Mr. Deidara came over and praised for his work! Saying that it was very…unique. How can a teacher say something like that?

Kiba is drawing dead puppies!

Then when the bell rang, I practically cried in joy. I couldn't stand being in that class any further! I felt so guilty that I was not able to make Kiba at least a speck happy. But moreover, I didn't like the fact that Kiba was being cruel to puppies.

But I was sad that Akamaru was having cancer. I hope that he will be all right, and so that Kiba would be all right too and stop drawing dying puppies.

P.E was sad as usual. Ino was attempting to draw attention of Mr. Tobi to her so that he would finally notice how great she is. And Sakura is trying to avoid Naruto while he is trying to ask her out.

Ugh! Sakura! Just ask him out for the love of good! I can't stand it any longer! I keep ogling him, I admit, but it pains me too much when he is drooling over Sakura. I fear that there is a love triangle here, and I have a high chance of not getting Naruto.

When school ended, Ino and Sakura still remembers to help me shop for clothes. But I told them to wait for me outside. I needed to ask Gaara something.

I saw Gaara at his locker. I took a deep breath and let it out slowly. Here goes nothing. Lets hope that he doesn't forget again. "Um, Gaara?" I said.

He looked at me. "Hyuuga, what a surprise. You need something?" he muttered as he turned back to his locker.

I fought the urge to sigh. He forgotten. Well, at least he's not being scary like before. "Last night you said that you needed to talk to me about something," I reminded him.

"Oh yeah," he closed his locker and swung his backpack on. "Temari would have me dead if I didn't tell you this, so I ran all the way to your place."

My eyes slightly widened. Temari?

"She told me to tell you that she would be visiting you in about a week. So, yeah," he said.

I gasped. "R-really?"

"Yeah. I gotta go."

Gaara walked away, but that didn't matter. Temari was coming back!

As I walked outside with my head held high, Sakura irked a brow. "Hinata? You seem happy now."

Ino leaned on my shoulder. "Yeah. What's with that smile? You went inside school like your some tired mom whose kids were ranting getting a toy, and now you come out as if you got a raise on your job," she commented.

"Well, I got something even better than a raise!" I exclaimed.

"A boyfriend to smack on?" Ino guessed.

I cringed. "N-no. Temari's coming back in a week!"

"Really!?" Sakura cried out. "I can't believe this!"

My smile grew broader. "Believe it!"

"Oh my gosh! I haven't seen her, like, in decades! I'm so giving her a bear hug when I see her," Sakura said, grinning widely.

"How'd you know anyway, Hinney?" Ino asked.

"Oh Gaara told me," I replied.

"G-Gaara? The solitary red head who is the relative of Temari? That Gaara?" Sakura stammered.

"Eh…yeah…"

"D-dude, he actually talked to you? Like, how did it go?" Ino asked.

I nodded. "I know that he hardly talks to anyone, but he just needed to tell me that message. Otherwise, Temari would kill him."

"Temari is a wonderful sister, don't you think?" Ino chirped.

Sakura rolled her eyes. "She sure is."

I giggled.

On our way to the mall, I called Dad. I told him that I was going to hang out with my friends. It was hard persuading him, but I managed him to let it go. I guess he was worked up of me meeting up with a guy. I hope he doesn't tell Neji that I went to the mall with my friends.

Ino showed me a purple tank top. "Ooh. You should totally try this one out!" she gushed.

I cringed. Shows too much skin.

"How about this one?" Sakura suggested, holding a mini skirt.

Again, too much skin.

"Maybe Hin-babe needs something…something modest."

"Well she is already wearing modest clothes, pig."

"Well, in that case, she shall go cute. Right, FOREHEAD GIRL?"

"What did you just say, boar!?"

"Guys!" I snapped. "Break it up!"

"Eh, sorry. Well, lets get her a cute dress then!" Ino chirped happily.

I sighed and smiled as the two pranced to another store. Sure this is very tiring, and I haven't even gotten anything yet, but those two really look happy to go shopping. I wonder if they're okay when shopping with me? Either way, I guess this is sort of fun too.

At the end, I went home with about sixteen bags of new clothes. Dad started to freak out. Neji gawked at me. And Hanabi whistled.

"Who paid you for that!? Was it a boy!?" Dad cried.

"I bet it was that Naruto person," Neji accused.

"You got a boyfriend?" Hanabi gasped.

"I don't have a boyfriend and it wasn't a boy!" I shouted. "And stop reading my diary, Neji!"

He frowned. "Then how am I suppose to protect you?"

"How are you protecting me? You're just reading my diary!"

"This is for your own good."

"By reading my diary?"

"Neji, you are such a stalker," Hanabi sighed.

Neji flinched, then scowled. "I-I am not! I'm trying to protect my cousin, Hanabi," he snapped.

"I think reading someone else's diary is very stalkerish," I deadpanned.

"It must be a boy! It must be!" Dad continued to cry out. "My eldest daughter is growing too fast! Make the hormones stop!"

Hanabi gave me a pitiful smile. I sighed and hung my head.

What's worse? My family or Kiba drawing dying puppies?

I think I rather bear with my teachers as well.