Current Mood: Me gusta comer tús niños ! BAM! Eat that!
Something Horrible That Has Recently Occurred: So basically, my school has disowned me. I swear it's true. It - 'it' referring to that vile, evil people-filled hellhole - hates me. If, you know, material things could, ah, express emotion.
Not that it is a material thing, being that it could disown me and everything.
School is a living, breathing monster where students and faculty (plus janitors) worship the devil and all his Nazis.
(Wait, that was Hitler.)
(And okay, so that was a metaphor. But you get the idea.)
Chapter Two
Of Toothbrushes and Priests
I loved to sleep. Sleeping in that hazy sea of nothingness. No nothing, stress, depleted self-confidence, etc, etc. Nothing. Calm and peaceful in -
"Hinata!"
Eeeep.
My eyes pried open. The nurse flitted around me nervously. "Ms. Hyuuga! Are you okay?"
I blinked. And blinked again. And several more times. Could my day actually get worse? What the heck was I doing in here?
"Ms. Hyuuga," she repeated shrilly. She bent closer, took out a manicured finger, and practically poked me in the eye. "Why do you keep blinking? What's in your eye?"
"Uh...your finger?"
I turned away and sat up; I rubbed my eyes sleepily. She took my pulse, her bracelets jangling.
"Uhm, what time...is it?" I murmured.
"2:39, Ms. Hyuuga." She peered anxiously at me. "The end of eighth period."
Hell yes.
"Do you need a ride? Call your parents?"
"No..." I stood up, feeling stiff and altogether too weak. "I - I'll take the bus."
"Ms. Hyuuga - you fainted, though!"
If I heard 'Ms. Hyuuga, Ms. Hyuuga' one more time, I would have to eliminate her.
(i.e. decapitate, hit, kill, scream bloody murder)
I stepped groggily to the door. "It's okay. I'm fine." Then I remembered. Oh, crap. "Wait - Sasuke - where is he?"
"Mr. Uchiha?" she said. "He broke his nose, but he's fine, Ms. Hyuuga."
(i.e. just walk away)
I managed to get out of the nurse's room without hyperventilating/aneurism-ing/hemorrhaging/cracking up. Not of humor, of course. Of...hysteria. (well, sort of humor.)
Sasuke Uchiha? Popular, pretty-boy? I broke his nose!
(Oh God.)
On the bus I dissolved into nothingness once more.
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Favorite Word: Serendipity. It's full of '-dipity.' No, really. You try saying it. Serendipity, serendipity, serendipity. It's fun.
Favorite Saying: Isn't it the same as 'motto?' Seriously. Agh, whatever. It could be anything, depending on my mood.
Since my said mood is miserable because
a. obviously and rather apparently, I just broke this guy's nose
b. the school, I've decided, has disowned me
(Not that I have decided. I've just, err, realized it. It was the school's decision. And the pupils'.)
-Then my saying right now would be, "Time has always been a great teacher, but unfortunately it has been killing all its pupils." So there.
Best Saying: What the heck is with this journal? Isn't it all the same? Agh, double agh. Here: "All the good things in life will either kill you, make you fat, or get you/someone pregnant!"
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On the second day it was a downcast, muddy day. I left early in hopes Hiashi wouldn't vent all his financial problems out on the breakfast table
(a. because it seems that recently everyone vents their problems out on me, and
b. yesterday his elbow got stuck in the strawberry jam).
So there you have it. I actually walked to the school (only twenty minutes away) listening to my iPod (Shuffle, I might add, because my family is so fiscal, i.e tightfisted, i.e. NOT LEAVING ME ANY MONEY).
At homeroom I searched around desperately for TenTen. Her last name; Takani. She should have been in the homeroom directly across from mine. No TenTen. I looked down at my desk. I did not speak a word.
English Class;
I was assigned to the same table as; Kiba Inuzuka, Chouji Akimichi, and; Sasuke Uchiha.
I admit; he didn't look that bad with white gauze around his nose. Not that bad. Certainly, still attracting the attention of a passerby. But no, also, certainly not as "good-looking" as yesterday.
"So," he said in a confidential whisper as soon as the other students started researching, "I've got to decide."
I tried not to appear too nervous. So he was talking to me. Well, I'd broken...ah. Guilt. He had the right.
"D-decide what?"
"If I should sue you or not."
My stomach dropped. Leaning back, I found that my palms were sweaty. I tried to scrutinize his face. Was he serious? "Sue me?" I managed. "W-what for?"
He crossed his arms, a look of slight arrogance entering his eyes. For, as we all know it, all Uchihas are arrogant.
"For breaking my nose, of course."
I was mute.
"You know how there are strict rules about insurance and things like that."
I made no sound. I could not.
He continued. "I could sue you. For injuring another student. Me."
In another, alternate universe, I would cry out. I would speak out. "No!" I'd say, strong and surely, standing up. "It was an accident. You can't do this." I would declare war, win the argument against him.
I swallowed.
"If I did sue you, fines you'd have to pay could go up to - "
"No," I croaked; forced myself to breath. Breathe, Hinata. Breathe. I always made a big deal out of nothing. He did not mean a word he said. "You - can't do this. Y-you know it was accidental."
"Oh, but I could tell the court that it wasn't an accident. I could say that you punched me, intending to hurt me."
A raw kind of fury was mounting.
He glanced at me. "Because, after all, no one knows but you and I."
I couldn't take this anymore. Little Hinata had broken free of her shell. Standing up, I knocked over my chair. But I didn't care. I was beyond caring.
"Y-you - " My voice was shaky. Adjust it. "You son of a - "
Everyone in the library faced my direction. I gulped, my face red with both anger and embarrassment.
" - priest," I finished, flashing a wide smile.. "Son - of - a - priest." I glared down atSasuke, who was looking ahead with an amused expression. He managed this. With the nose gauze.
I sat down huffily.
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We will now reserve this space. Because, I respect myself. Also, I get humiliated here. Agh.
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Suffice it to say, by the time that I had realized I had previously knocked over my own chair, my bottom had met the floor.
(Um,) OWW.
The entire class cracked up. I felt tears in my eyes. Okay, alright, darn it, so very funny. I seized the chair and sat down hard, crossing my legs and staring ahead resolutely.
After a few minutes Sasuke spoke (Ah, so the human ice cube does speak without being prompted to. Actually start a conversation. Intriguing. Must study this specimen further.) "That...was stupid."
I glowered at him. "Da - "
He interjected by simply giving me a rather pointed look. I exhaled.
"Darn you to heck, then," I hissed in the fiercest voice I could muster. Which, sadly I admit sounded like a donkey braying. A donkey with arthritis.
"That's better," he returned mildly.
Without warning, I felt the tears start all over again. grabbed the Lav pass and raced to the bathroom.
Of course I brought my journal. I smuggled it under the inside of the clipboard with the Lav pass. Smart little me.
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Person I Hate: Person I hate with all my head and heart, for that matter. I would say 'hate with all my heart' but some critics argue that you can only love with the heart, and therefore hate with the head. Well, I'm throwing in both body parts for good measure.
Leading to the person I hate. Sasuke Uchiha. Asshole. Jerk. Batard. He can't do this to me. He cannot. He just can't! It defies all laws of physics. He can't.
I mean I'm Hinata Hyuuga. I may be shy and timid - I won't mention my public speaking skills here - but I have also made an effort every day to be nice to those people. My very own classmates. And what do they do? They laugh at me. Like I'm a freak.
Argh, I'm so freaking glad Naruto's not in my class. English is bad enough without him.
NO! I didn't mean it that way! I mean, if he were here it would make my day - at least, second period - one hella better. He brightens up my day infinitely. (Yummy)
However, I'm glad he wasn't here today. On account of the whole 'son of a priest' thing. (I mean, PRIEST!) The rest is history. Agh, this one journal entry took too much space. I'm taking up space on the 'Person I Love' list.
But...that's fine. I've mentioned him already.
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Bathroom trips were 5 minutes. I'd taken up at least ten. I hurried back to the library where the class was lined up for the bell. Sasuke was sitting in his usual chair, appearing oh-so-calm and oh-so-stoic.
If only they knew. If ony I knew what he was like actually inside. He couldn't really be such a cold bastard, right?
He stood up as I collected my books, ready to bolt. As he passed me I heard his undertone, "I'll talk to you next period."
I take it back. He was a cold bastard. (Oh, more accurately, an actual turd. Childish; I know.)
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Science. Yay. If I could get a nickel on how many times I'd burned/cut myself (not that kind of cut. The kind I'm talking about is even more embarrassing) in science experiments, I wouldn't need a job (yes I have a job. At an ice cream shop. Not relevant. More about that later.)
The teacher started a project. With a partner. Guess who I got.
It's all because of that retarded partner pairing method. Since it's only the second day of school and everything, teachers' attitude are all "Aw, none of you students know each other. I'll pair you guys up in any way I want, Muahuahuah!" (Well, not really).
But the method is retarded. Basically, he lined us up in alphabetical order and paired the first and last students together. Then the second student and the penultimate (3-point vocab word, meaning 2nd to last) and so on.
My partner was - (last name begins with U).
Ah, crap.
Naruto...Uzumaki.
(Sasuke Uchiha got paired with a skinny red headed girl. Tsukoni Jiryo. Deserved it. Sasuke, that is. Not Tsukoni. Oh, poor Tsukoni.)
So, Sasuke, I thought (not maliciously, since I'm altogether too innocent) you can't talk to me now, now can you?
I snuck him a triumphant glance. He didn't appear to notice. And then I slumped down.
'Cause I remembered that I had the same class as him next period too, that's why.
"Hinata?" questioned Naruto.
Eeep. Kami help. SOS.
:Recollection:
So there's this kid named Naruto Uzumaki and he's blond and brave and bold and I've known him since fourth grade, yeah, we're friends, I guess.
:Re-Recollection: (in which I sigh, forced to give a better explanation)
Name: Naruto Uzumaki
Blood Type: B
Birthday: 10th of October
Character: Impetuous, prankster, hero. My hero.
Relation to Yours Truly: Crush, as in, one-sided. (well, I hope it's not, but it's sad truth)
Height: I don't know. Yet.
Weight: Don't know. (Yet).
Status: Single, baby!
Color of toothbrush: Blue
(So what if I kinda-sorta follow him around eavesdropping on hs conversations!)
(Okay, okay. Stalking, then)
( - But the conversation was loud! So not my fault to overhear!) Goes something like this; it happened two years ago:
Stern Teacher a.k.a. Mr. Ebiso: Where's your homework, Naruto?
Errant Student a.k.a. Naruto: Uh...forgot it at home. Believe it!
ST: I have no trouble in doing so.
Naruto: (sheepishly)...Ha...haha...
ST: I will need to call home.
Naruto: No! No; why!
ST: (pauses) This is your fifth time.
Naruto: ...
ST: (smacks lips) I will also be issuing you a detention.
Naruto: ...No...fair.
ST: (waggles eyebrows, resembles a chipmunk) (stern voice) Naruto, if you continue this, I will have to report this to the authorities. I mean, principal.
Naruto: ...
ST: Okay, Mr. Uzumaki?
ST: (in horrible Italian) Capiche?
Naruto:...
ST: (waits for answer)
Naruto: (suddenly) My toothbrush is blue!
So there ya have it.
And now? Now I had to work with him.
Oh, hell.
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Uhm, the next chapter should come out soon. I have something of a plot.