Sorry for the long wait. Been thinking my writing sucked but I'm giving it more of a chance, but I've also been busy. But also I'll admit I've been lazy too. Hope you enjoy the chapter. Sorry for spelling errors and other wrong things I might have missed.
The other students and I went to class. I went back to Kakashi's class and stood in the front of the room like he asked me. When all the students made it to their seats Kakashi came to the front of the classroom to me and turned to the class.
Before Kakashi started to talk I looked around the room. All of them seemed okay until I came to a certain blond boy. Crap. The blonde boy, Naruto, from this morning was in this class too. The most unfortunate thing is that he had an open seat next to him. I quickly looked around the room in hopes of another spot. To my relief there was another open seat next to this brown haired boy. I prayed Kakashi would put me next to him.
There was nothing wrong with Naruto. Its just that I didn't want to get involved with his fan girls. I've had experiences with them before and it was such a pain and had a lot of drama. I also got the idea that there was something off on him. I couldn't put my finger on it, but there was something there. But even though he didn't feel all the way alright to me I thought he seemed like an okay person. But I just got here, so what do I know?
"Okay class, I want you to meet our new student; Hinata Hyuga." Kakashi said to the class smiling. "Treat her nicely and make her feel welcome. Hinata, you can go sit over..." I prayed desperately in my head that Kakashi would make me sit next to the brown haired kid. But fate was a bitch to me. "You can sit next to Naruto!" Kakashi cried happily. "He's the boy with the blonde spiky hair." He pointed to Naruto, but Naruto didn't look up from his gaze on his pencil he was rolling around his desk.
'So much for being welcoming.'
I held the sigh I wanted to do inside me and went over to my desk next to Naruto. The thumbs up on this crappy situation is that I'm next to the window. I put my school bag down and turned my attention to Kakashi in the front of the class. I decided that I would just not pay attention to Naruto unless absolutely necessary, which I hope would be never.
No one seemed to pay attention of Kakashi and my attention turned to the window. Finally class ended and I put my things away and picked up my bag. Finally, class ended and the class get up for their next class. I picked up my bag and went out of the door with the rest of the class.
On my way out people were moving fast to get out that I was pushed to the side. I tripped while trying to get my footing back and started to fall. I felt someone's hand go around my upper arm, but I quickly pulled away and accidentally went on instinct. I pushed off the floor with both hands, turned in midair, put my foot under me and pushed so I would be standing.
I was met standing in front of Naruto. That was not good. He just saw me do a move that normal people wouldn't know how to do. He blinked and looked a little shocked at what I did. I then realized that he had his hand extended out a little. He must have been the one that tried to help me. I scrambled for an explanation for a second but then I went with the best solution. I quickly turned and walked briskly out of the room, leaving him standing there. 'Shit, shit, shit, shit!'
I really hope he wouldn't be smart enough to think that wasn't normal, but I highly doubt that. For the rest of my classes I could only pay half attention. I was worried that he would say something to people. Ugh! I don't need this.
When it became lunch I went to my locker and got my lunch bag and switched my books. I didn't want to sit with everyone else, or be spotted by Naruto, so I looked at my map and I found there was a music room. I figured it would be a good place to eat alone since it seemed that the rest of the school liked to sit in the front lawn. I closed my locker and headed on my way.
When I made it, and entered the music room, I felt more at peace and relaxed. I have always relaxed around things that were familiar to me and this is what I needed. I went over to the grand piano, put my bag down, and sat on the bench in front of the piano. I took out my lunch out of its bag and started to eat. I looked around while eating and sighed. The thing missing from this picture is that my friends weren't here.
When I was done I just sat there while looking out the window. I finally turned in my seat and faced the piano keys. I lifted my hands to the keys and started to play. The melody filled the room as I played and I relaxed as I continued to play.
Music was like my therapy. Even if it wasn't my calling in life it was still a nice hobby, and it made other people smile and happy. I like to play, and it was a way to express myself.
Sigh.
Why did it have to be this way? If I ever find the person that tipped my dad off about my actions I would murder them.
I suddenly heard a creak and the melody I was playing stopped as I turned quickly. To my horror I found that Naruto was standing outside of the class room but only had the door open a little. I guess he wanted to see who was playing. I noticed that he looked surprised, again.
Normally I would be pissed off that someone interrupted my mellow time, and I was about to scowl when I remembered at the last second that I was supposed to act shy. I quickly put on a horrified face, the kind that made people think you were caught doing something wrong, grabbed my bag and lunch quickly, and dashed for the other class door that was on the other side of the class room.
"Wait!" I turned my head to see that Naruto had opened the door a little more, had hand out stretched a little at me, and had his mouth open a little too. He had called out to me. I wanted to stop and see what he wanted, but I still had to go with my act of being scared so I continued to the other door and made it though it, closing it behind me. I continued by jogging down the hall until I made it to the hall where my locker was
I sighed walked to my locker. When I made it there I put my lunch away and just stayed by my locker doing sketches with notes on the sides that I would send to my friends until the bell rang. I put my sketch pad away and headed for class.
The rest of the day was okay. Beside worrying about Naruto telling about my first incident with him, and having the hardest work out I have ever had with my gym teacher Gai and his student Lee, it was okay. I got into my busted up old black 1970 Dodge Charger and headed home. I went straight to my room when I got home, locked the door, and flopped on my bed and let out a big sigh.
I missed my friends. This was still hell to me.
I pulled out my sketch pad out and sketched my ideas of what the team could do when I got back. Then after awhile I decided to do my homework, eat dinner with my family, then got to bed.
I looked over the day's events.
'Interesting first impression I did. Wonder how the next few months will play out.'
Naruto
My day started normal. Getting up, dressed, getting breakfast, and getting picked up by Sasuke, then going to get Shikamaru.I didn't care about school. It was boring, easy, and hell. I didn't care about anything, besides my friends that is. The only thing that I really thought about was how I was going to protect my friends the next time people came after me. But we have been chased so many times that we mostly knew what we had to do in mosts situation. So I didn't have to think about it a lot, but I do just to pass the time.
When we got to school I saw our other friend's waiting in their cars for us. They got out when we got out then got into our rows. I naturally went into the row with Garra and Sasuke, my closes friend's I thought as brothers. They were the closest that knew my pain, but some times I wished they knew my pain a little more. I just wanted someone to know my pain completely and not be scared because of it.
So much for wishing.
Anyway, there was nothing out of the ordinary today. Fans crying out to us and complimenting us and all of us having to put up with them. I went to my class and took my seat. I barley noticed that we had a new student, but I didn't look up to see the face of what most possibly would be another fan.
What kind of surprised me was that the new student didn't try to talk to me. Most people who sit next to me try to talk to me because they want me like them, and either would want me to have them as a friend or girlfriend. I would normally just brush them off and ignore them. But this person did nothing. I looked at the corner of my eye and saw it was a girl. Long dark blue hair, interesting, and pale skin but not sickly looking. Her head was turned out to the window and payed little attention to Kakashi's boring lecture.
It was a little surprising but not much. At least this girl didn't act like most of my fangirls. I finally get some peace. I turned back to looking at my desk and waited for the class to end.
When it finally did and I got up slowly cause I knew that people rushed to the door. Out of the corner of my eye I saw the new girl get pushed out of the way by another student and she started to fall. I went on instinct and my body move forward and my hand reach out and grabbed the girls upper arm. To my utter surprise she pulled away and put her hands out to what I thought would stop her fall. She did stop but I didn't see it coming when she pushed off the ground, turned, and push off the floor with one of her feet to push her back into standing position. I blinked and tried to process what she had just did. Not a lot of people would know how to do that. She had some sort of training.
I then noticed she looked panicked and before I could do anything she quickly turned and scurried out of the room. Leaving me standing there.
'She's hiding something.' That was the first thought that came to me. But then it seemed stupid. She just seemed like a really shy girl. Innocent. That was a big thing that had radiated off her. But them again, not everything is what it seems. But she's normal.
I decided to let it go. She's not of my concern anyway.
I headed for my other classes and the day went by. I tried to push the thought of the new girl out of my head but it keeps coming up. I sighed. Come on brain. No need for thinking about unnecessary things.
When lunch came I wondered around the school, not wanting company at the moment. My mind drifted to the gang.
When will this fighting stop. When will people stop fighting us for the power Garra and I have. I want this pain to stop so bad. I want to feel no weight on my shoulders anymore.
I then heard a sound. I stopped and looked around. While I let my feet take me on their own, I found myself in an unoccupied hall since everyone was outside eating lunch. I listened and heard music playing. The sound of a piano. It came down the hall to me from a door that was closed, but I could still hear the music playing from behind it.
The music was captivating. It was everything I felt. It was a translation of what I felt but it was able to project into the world. There was anger, confusion, pain and sadness. But it was still beautiful. I listened for a while and before I knew it I was standing in from of the door that the music was coming from. I listened more, and with out me knowing it my hand reached out on its own and opened the door a little bit.
I was actually surprised with the person making the music.
The new girl was the one that was playing the music.
Was.
When I opened the door she must have heard the door open for she quickly stop playing and turned to the now slightly opened door. Her face was horrified and scared. Before I could do anything else she quickly grabbed her bag and what I presumed was her lunch bag. She then made a dash for the other class room door on the other side of the class room.
Without thinking the word, "Wait!" left my lips with my arm stretched out. She turned to me a bit and looked at me. She looked like she did want to find out what I wanted, but she kept on going and disappeared out the door.
I was surprised. When was the last time was I surprised? I brought back my stretched hand and looked at it. What made me call out? What was wrong with me? I then thought of the girls music. How could she play a piece if she never had bad experiences. At least that what she looked like; not having a bad life. Normal, but shy.
I sighed and turned to the hall I was originally waking.
'Well that was interesting. Shes an interesting one. She may be more then she lets on. I might keep a private eye on her for a little bit. But non the less she did make an interesting first impression.'