Wonderful Strawberry Filling
A/N: Grrrr…. This is the third fucking time I have had to post this stupid chapter! First time: it sucked, second time: only half of it got put iup and now this time. So yeah, show me the love with some reviews. And my computer is working again! Yay!
Music: Smells like teen spirit- Nirvana and You cant Save me- Unwritten Law
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Gaara's POV (the following Monday at school in third period)
I hate Social Studies. It is the worst class of the day. but the only class I have with Sasuke; so it balances out. Except for the fact that Sasuke isn't here yet. Half way though class and he is no where to be found. When our teacher asked if anyone knew where he was, a few of his fan girls said he was in the guidance office. I wonder why? And our teacher is the worst part of the class. Mr.Austin, the flamingo. And overweight 50+ man should not wear pink shirts and yellow ties and not expect some ridicule. He is so clueless as well. The class even gave him a button that said, " I am the pink flamingo on the lawn of life" and he still didn't know why people always laughed at him.
" Ok class! I know that this Thursday most of your are going away on the 8th grade beach trip. But I am assigning y'all a project anyway so you can think about it." The flamingo goes to the front and says, igniting a chorus of sighs and groans from the class. " but don't worry, I'll let you work in partners.
This cheers the class slightly as they get up and go to their friends and start complaing about this damn project. While I just sit at my desk in the back reading The Snow Garden by Christopher Rice. I end up doing a lot of projects by myself. I don't want to work with anyone and no one wants to work with me.
But being ignored is better then being tormented.
I am looking forward to this beach trip for different reasons then my peers. While they look forward to a sun and sand filled four days with their friends; I look forward to four days away from the hellhole I live in. Dad came home Sunday evening. Obviously I was the only one who didn't know because Temari and Kankuro were long gone. He didn't have the smell of beer on his breath as he yelled at me, maybe just a stressful day combined with his hate for his ' freakish' son. I really don't know. But he is gone again till Wednesday, and on Thursday I'm leaving. My shoulder is still really sore from were he hit me and left a big ugly blue bruise.
" Gaara, are you working alone again?" The Flamingo waddles over to my desk and says.
" Yes."
" Ok then." He says loudly and waddles off to go do some idiotic task.
Sasukes POVI missed all but the last 20 minutes of the flamingo's class talking to the guidance councilor. But the last 20 minutes is lunch, so lucky for me no class. But I really hate the guidance councilor. Well it's more I hate talking to him. The school makes me talk to him a lot because of all the issues with my brother. Our parents are dead and he is doing a shitty job at being my guardian. He always comes home drunk or stoned and his stupid bastard friends are always over getting high and breaking everything in the house.
But they don't know that, because I don't tell them. They know my brother is an alcholic and that's it. I make up these little problems that are no big deal and pretend to get over them while all the other shit is going around. But if DSS or the police got involved then that would fuck everything up worse. So I just deal with it since I cant change a thing. I make straight A's so that way as soon as I can I can get out and go make my own life were I wont have to depend on anyone. Knowledge is power.
I walk into the class and everyone turns to look at me. The flamingo jumps up and cheerfully says. " Sasuke! My star student, glad you could make it. I'm explaining the new project to the class."
" Ok." I take my seat in the back closest to the door.
" And aren't you lucky, This is a partner project and there is only one person left.," Gaaras head snaps up on the other side of the room, making it pretty obvious it's him. " So you and Gaara will be working together."
" Alright." This is cool. I'm not stuck with a rabid fan girl as a partner.
" Ok so class. The project is on World War II. Considering how the generation that experienced that is dying off. I want you to interview some that was alive during the war and Alzheimer's hasn't affected their memory yet. Easy enough, no? well time for lunch. Go get your food."
The class grabs their bags and books and start stampeding to the lunch room. You have to get there early and fast in order to get some food. That's why I usually just skip lunch and get some Wendy's when I go home. The cafeteria is a swirling mass of people yelling, attempting to rap and fighting over food, as usual. Our class is the last in the eight grade to eat so we have to sit with the puny 7th graders that seem to always be getting shorter. A table is empty in the corner so I sit there, there is some homework I need to do before next class. Gaara comes up as I'm pulling out my books.
" Hey. I uh…have the CD." He reaches in his book bag and pulls out a red CD with KORN written on it. Then I realized I forgot Lost Souls.
" Thanks. Sorry I forgot the book. I'll give it to you tomorrow. I had a lot of stuff going on this weekend."
" It's fine. Mind if I sit?" I shake my head and he takes a seat on the other side of the table with his back to the crowd. " Have you heard anything else about the clown?"
" Nope. Nothing at all. Hold on for a minute I have to finish this essay." He just nods and pulls out a book, The Snow Garden. It has a really pretty cover, a snowfield in a dark forest surrounded by spires. My curiosity over comes me an I ask. " what's that book about?"
" Uh…it's complicated, but the main plot is this college kid is screwing his professor and he doesn't know the professor is a cult leader/murder while his friend are trying to solve some murders that they think the one dude guardian did and…"
" you have an interesting taste in books."
He smirks at me, although the smirk really doesn't suit his face. " Thanks." I can't help looking at him. Most people would take my comment as an insult, but he didn't. I like that. But I had better change the subject quick, least I let my mind dwell on the subject of Gaara.
" So, who should we interview for this WW II project? I don't know any old people."
" I guess my grandpa would be good, I think he was alive then. I'll call the nursing home tonight."
" Ok."
" Alright." We then continue on our tasks. Him reading, me writing. But I think something has clicked between us. I think I'll give him my aim name so we can talk some after school.
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A/N: well how do you like that? I nice and long chapter. I am sitting here grinning like the Cheshire cat think about what is going to happen during the project to Gaara's grandpa. And the beach trip, can't forget the beach trip in October. Remember? I said in was October in chapter 2. Well anyway I hope you like the re-written chapter better. Please review! Because good and fast reviews equal fast and good updates.