CHAPTER 8
Tayuya POV
"Hey you brat!" Someone shouted across the halls. I turned around to see that orange hair, six grader. I noticed that she shaved the side of her head to cover up that bald spot I gave her the other day.
"What do you want?" She stood right in front of me.
"Look what you made me go through." She pointed at the side of her head. I shrugged my shoulders. Why would I give a darn about her hair condition. Up close it looks alright to me.
"So?"
"Let's play hair cut." She grabbed a scissor from behind and two other girls lifted me off my foot. I gripped on their wrist, clawing the best I could on them.
"Let me go!" My voice cracked. The girls took me to the girls bathroom. They threw me across the room that my back collided on the solid wall. My back was beeping from pain.
I looked up to see the orange hair girl opening and closing the scissors. Her steps were slow and teasing. The clock above the door on the other side ticked. I felt like going crazy.
"Oh look! She's crying!" The girl picked me up by my shirt collar. A firm fist holding my favorite sport shirt slightly ripped near the neck. Somehow, my body felt like a useless rag doll. I couldn't move. The only they I can do is to hold the long red braid in my tiny hands.
She can't cut it! This is the only thing that makes me feel like...
"What are you doing, Fuma Sasame?" My butt kissed the floor. I leaned to the side to see a girl. Her dirty blonde hair tied in to four spiky pony tails, her piercing green eyes stared right through the six graders then to me.
She eyed the scissors in Sasame's, that girl, hand. She leaned her back on the wall and her lips curled into a small smirk.
"Well, well, well. Picking on a kid. That's pathetic. You guys should go back to class." She crossed her arms.
"Temari, this isn't you're bus-'
"Back to class!" She yelled as she pointed at the door. The girls scramble away like animals. The blonde girl, Temari, I think, came over to me. She helped me up on my feet.
"Next time, tell a teach on them. That'll get them." She chuckled. I nodded. I took a step and my legs crashed down to the floor. She grabbed my arm before my face touched the floor.
"Are you okay?" I nodded.
"Let's take you to the nurse." She gave me a piggyback ride all the way to the infirmity. The nurse wrapped my chest and back with a bandage after rubbing some cream on my back. The curious nurse questioned the bruise on my upper back but I lied to her that I fell down the steps. She told me be careful next time. I couldn't promise her. But I nodded my head.
"You're a tough fourth grader. I'm Temari." The tall girl held out her hand. I took her hand and shoot it.
"Tayuya."
I didn't ask her what grade she in. I realized it a few days later to see she's a seventh grader. We hanged out in the halls or in the bathroom sometimes. She told me I reminded her of her brother name Gaara. He's in an all boy school with his older brother, Kankuro. I felt like she told me a lot about herself to me because I was all ears and thought she was interesting.
I grew to her. I let out my interests and thoughts to her. She said I was too cute.
"I am!?"
"Of course you are! Do you ever let your hair down?" She reached for my braided hair. I jerked back.
"No."
"Why?"
"I-I don't know why. I guess I'm use to it." I shrugged my shoulders.
"Well, change it up! Guys like girls when they show off their hair."
"Why won't you let out your hair?"
"I do. Outside of school." She smiled.
I thought about it. I went home one day and told my mom she didn't have to braid my hair anymore.
The next day, I saw these two girls in my class painting their nails.
"I love glitter on my nails. Don't you think it's cute, Ino?"
"Yeah! Green goes so well on you!"
I looked down at my plain nails. Do Temari paint her nails? After class I'll ask.
"Hey!?" Temari looks on the side of shoulder to see me.
"Hey kiddo!" She gave me her cocky smile.
"Can I see your nails?" She gave me a questionable look. She held out her hand. Green. Green?
"You like them. I did it myself." I stroked my thumb on one of her nail. It was smooth. Very smooth.
"I-I'm not a fan of painting nails."
"Me either."
"Then why do you do it?" She shrugged her shoulders.
"Boredom hits me. So I paint my nails."
"Do mine too!" She laughed. Temari opened her bag and pull out a pink and yellow nail polish. Too girly. She told me that she was painting her toes. Weirdo.
She was no professional but I let her do it. I didn't stop her even when she messed up and redo some. The smell of polish disgust me at first. Then I got use to the smell.
"There."
"Thanks." I said. Then I felt her hand brush my hair back.
"You have lovely hair. You should treasure it more." She comb her fingers through my locks. My cheeks became warm.
"I will." I defiantly will.
Novami: Starting to watch 'Strike the Blood.' I finish watching Train Your Dragon and Crood. Those movies were amazingly funny and digital art mind blown.
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