Quote of the Day: It's not easy being cheesy!! This journal - it loves quotes, or what?!
Chapter Three
Try and Say It!
It was in 4th grade when I met him, when we were both nine. On the first day of school, I remembered I was tremendously nervous. I couldn't even tie my own shoes.
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:Recollection:
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My fingers shook all the way to the bus. Why am I so scared? I wondered, cringing even from a butterfly.
It's just...fourth grade.
But it wasn't just fourth grade. From first to third grade I had a private tutor. Father enrolled me at Konoha Academy for "public speaking skills" and "social interactions" and "communicating with others".
A.k.a,
"to not be a sociopath", or "not be socially inept", or "stop trying so hard to be always independent".
(Too bad I still am (and always will be.))
I don't recall the first time I met him, but I distinctly remember when Naruto skidded in the classroom a few minutes after the bell. Uh-oh.
The teacher, an old, decrepit white-haired woman, glanced sweetly up. "And who...?"
"Naruto Uzumaki!" the blonde-haired boy yelled excitedly, "I'm Naruto Uzumaki!"
And the he stared hard at the teacher.
She blinked.
"Are you gonna die anytime soon, Old Granny?"
"To your desk, Nalote," she wheezed.
"It's Naruto! Na-ru-to!"
"Nartoe?"
"No!" He stood up on his desk. On his desk, literally, and he chanted, as bold as heck, to the poor teacher, "I'm Naruto Uzumaki! I like teriyaki! I'm not always belated, but you're always constip - "
"Nalote," she croaked in warning.
"Yeah!" he cheered, oblivious to all the stares, including mine. It wasn't every day I saw a student perform a constipation song. But then again...
"Yeah!! But the teriyaki part isn't true, though. I had to put it in 'cuz it rhymed. I like ramen! I love r - "
He stopped rather suddenly. "I have another poem!" I imagined that this was a poetry phase. Even for a fourth grader he acted similar to a first grader.
"The roses are wilting, the violets are dead!"
The class was greatly entertained, and waited for him to continue.
"Sugar is lumpy, and - and - "
The class leaned forward imperceptibly.
"and - so is your head!"
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That was the very first memory I contained about him. I treasured it. I would wonder about what he thought about me. Was I pretty as a fourth-grader? Did he notice me? Did he think about me every night like I did about him?
Did he like me as I liked him?
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The years passed, though, and it was evident he still did not know I existed. I was just a small consciousness, floating around in school like everyone else. But somehow I was smaller. Insignificant.
In eighth grade, the school held the graduation prom at the end of the year. I wore
a. an unflattering skirt which I hated,
b. a tight, too small blouse,
c. and ugly black shoes.
Because of
a. this all-too formal attire,
b. and the fact that I didn't wear makeup (not allowed by Father, naturally),
c. plus I stayed up all night fretting about this,
said facts led to dyeing of hair.
But at least it wasn't pink or purple. I chose a beautiful burnt sienna - like a mahogany brown - and then? I dyed it.
My father yelled my name, irritated. I was ready. I didn't dare look into the mirror, but wore a large, baggy coat and hood. In the car I almost cried. The prom was the mark of the end of eighth, beginning of high school. I hated endings.
I tripped several times. When I arrived the lights were already extinguished - I was late for at least half an hour - so thankfully my hair didn't show.
All the while people smiled and laughed, having a good time. I remembered I laughed with them, nervously fidgeting with my fingers.
It was dark.
Slowly I began to relax.
What an atmosphere - beautiful, but cheesy, of course - songs.
And I got to see Naruto dance. Sort of.
As for the hair, no one noticed. When I went home I discovered that I was either horribly inept at dyeing hair, or that the instructions were messed up.
Three tiny locks of hair had been turned...yellow.
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End "Recollection".
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After school cleaning the classroom. Is what I got when I sped into eighth period history late for three minutes. Ouch. Not really detention, but worse. (cleaning a claassroom?) Ugh.
It turned out that Naruto (of course) had volunteered before, and he had dragged Sasuke (unwillingly, of course, Sasuke, I mean) with him.
I hate my life.
Now I love it!
...not.
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The whole thing was so profoundly stupid. I didn't need to be nervous. We just swept in silence, and bam, though it's awkward, there goes thirty minutes. I got lost in the thirtieth dust bunny.
Naruto leaned his broom against the wall. "Uh, Hinata," he said.
"What?" I tried to act nice but not too smiley. Smile, smile, Hinata!
"Uhm..." He scratched his head. (So beautiful, so blond, so beautiful!) "Uhm...you know the dance?"
"Ah - ah, yes." What was I doing? I sounded like an idiot! One of those "Ah, ah, yes, of course, yes, yes," people.
"Will you - um - "
My heart pounded so loudly I was surprised it didn't explode right then and there.
" - go with me?"
The ceiling broke.
I was in heaven. In the skies. God had just asked me to be his faithful wife. God!
I stared into the Face Of God, opened my mouth, trembling at what to say to a God, (a God!) his Godly godling Godliness -
"Uh, Hinata?"
"Y-yes!" I managed. "I'll be with you forev - "
"Good."
I was once again dropped, forced, crash-landed, onto Earth. Ouch.
He smiled cheekily. "Thanks, Hina-chan! The dance is in a week, so I thought I'd get it over with." He dumped his dustpan into the trashcan, grabbed his coat, strode out the room. "Bye."
I blinked dazedly. Here it was, my chance at being smart, and I'd lost it. But he wants to go to the dance...with...me...
!! - gasp! - !!
Naruto's part of the loor was shiny. Very glossy-like. Mine was full of cobwebs still. Rather suddenly my broom was snatched away. I nearly lost my balance.
"I'll sweep for you."
"Uh..."
Sasuke's temper, never patient, was beginning to crumble. "I said I'll sweep for you. You're taking too long."
"Oh - okay." Awkwardly I stood by him while swchop, swchop, he flicked hs wrist, and eureka, the dust flew gladly to the middle in a perfect arc.
(Fem-bot. He would make a good housewife. Plus, show-off.)
When he finished he looked over at me. "Why so happy?" - and then I realized there was a ginormous smile on my face. I frowned. "The - the dance. Of course."
"The dance is boring."
"Y-you can't say that!"
"Very boring."
"Ha! You're just...saying that because you don't have a date!" I was surprised, but not altogether shocked, at my words. It was true.
He said nothing.
"I bet you're jealous of me," I warbled in a sing-song voice. I never stammered when I sang. "Iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii bet you're jealous-of-me!"
"Stupid," he snapped. "Why would I be jealous of you? I don't want Naruto for a date."
"Why...nooooooot?" I wondered dreamily at what Naruto would look like in a tux. (Actually, I couldn't imagine.)
"I'm not gay."
I blinked. "Ah, ah - I didn't mean it that way - I meant - "
"Never mind." He pushed the broom to the wall and gestured to the floor. "Clean that up."
"You said...y-you'd do it for me."
"I said I'd sweep it for you. You put it in the trash."
(Damn loopholes!)
I would have gladly, gladly, single-handedly, done exactly what he asked me to if
a. Naruto had not asked me to the dance,
b. DANCE! DANCE!,
c. I can't wait for the DANCE!
d. oh wait,
e. - if I didn't know Sasuke.
But I knew him. At least, a little. Enough to think of his lofty manner as all bark no bite. (But I couldn't imagine Sasuke as a dog anyway...)
"I'm not doing it," I declared, just as when Rudolph declared, "I'm independent," or in the movie -
He kicked the dustpile. It flew everywhere. "Well, me neither."
I glared down at the dust. "I - I'm not cleaning it up! Y-you didn't have to do that - "
"I'm not cleaning it."
We held each other's gazes in a standstill. I was sure my face was blotchy.
I narrowed my eyes.
He narrowed his.
Breathe breathe.
Breathe breathe.
"I - I'm not cleaning it up."
"I'm not. Either."
"Copycat."
Silence.
Silence.
Finally, a sigh.
"Let Naruto do it when he comes in tomorrow," I said aloud as the idea popped into my head.
"Let Naruto," he agreed quickly.
I grabbed my coat and hightailed it out.
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I should have seen it coming. We should have seen it coming. I/We/You/Me/He/She/It/They should have seen it coming.
The teacher was furious when he found his room with dust sticking to everything. Even dust in his coffee! (Uh-oh. Teachers need their caffeine, or they'll be mean. Such as now.)
"WHO DID THIS?" Mr. Farrell roared.
I raised my hand meekly.
"Detention, Ms. Hyuuga!"
"Wait!" Naruto glanced at me, worried. My face blotched. Wonderful. "I did it too!" he protested.
"Detention for - "
"NO! I MEAN." Naruto breathed, "SASUKE did!" He awaited with his ingenious plan.
Sasuke glowered.
"Detention for you, Mr. Uchiha."
Sasuke gave Naruto and me the DeathGlare.
"...And Ms. Hyuuga. And Mr. Uzumaki."
Sasuke smiled in satisfaction.
Best Insult With No Curse Words: What the heck. This is one random journal. And it's only what, page four? Five?
Neway, it's probably, "What's that on your face? Oh, it's a face."
Instruments Played: I play piano. Bite me.
Future Aspirations: BE A FAITHFUL WIFE! And I can't WAIT for the dance.
Weirdest Conversation: This is a really random journal!
Um.
Ah.
OOOOOOOHHH!!
Student: (calls out) What's the square root of 356? Is it 17?
Teacher: No.
Student: 18?
Teacher: No.
Student: 19?
Teacher: No.
Student: This is too hard! Can I quit math?
Teacher: No,
Student: Woah! (counts on fingers) That's four no's in a row! How about five?
Teacher: No.
-Okay it wasn't that random. Or weird. But it was...weird. If anyone wants to know, the square root of 256 is actually 16. Future reference.
Worst Insult With Curse Words: - You - bleep bleeper of a bleep, what the bleep do you bleep think you're bleeping bleeping, bleep? BLEEP! What a bleeping bleeper, bleep bleep bleep bleep bleep bleep bleep bleep bleep bleep bleep bleep bleep bleep bleep bleep bleep bleep bleep bleep bleep bleep bleep bleep bleep bleep bleep bleep bleep bleep bleep bleep bleep bleep bleep bleep bleep bleep bleep bleep bleep bleep bleep bleep bleep bleep bleep bleep bleep bleep bleep bleep bleep bleep bleep bleep bleep bleep bleep bleep bleep bleep bleep bleep bleep bleep bleep bleep bleep bleep bleep aardvark bleep bleep bleep bleep bleep bleep bleep bleep bleep bleep bleep bleep bleep bleep bleep bleep bleep bleep bleep bleep stethoscope bleep!!
Worst Habit: I curse in my head. A lot. A lot.
Also, stuttering. Also, stalking. Sort of. But I consider it, um, a hobby?
Average Lifespan of a Fingernail: Sick. very sick.
Name: This journal is screwed. Hinata Hyuuga.
Name I Wish I Had: Luna. It's so beautious. Say it. Luna. Luna Luna. It means pertaining to lunar, which is moon. Of by the way, Hinata Hyuuga means "Sun-Sun." What the hell? Seriously! And Neji means, "screw."
Oh, the implications.
Hyuugas aren't good at names. At, like, all.
Misused Word: Like. Definitely like. I hear it all the time. Like, all the time.
Weirdest Two Words Combined:
I have three examples of this! Ready? They're hard to say! You must try, okay?!
Earthly herbs. It's just so - erb-ular. Erb-tastic. Erb-nomenal.
But promise to try say it? I can't say it, that's for sure.
Specific statistics.
And third, but not least.
Pistol pistil pastel pasta. (okay getting off topic).
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Hinata Hyuuga
Vocabulary
English Class
Three Verbs: Homework
Conniving: (verb without subject)
Definition: Secretively plotting
Sentence: He's conniving!
Defect: (noun)
Definition: a shortcoming, fault, or imperfection
Sentence: He has an arrogance defect. No - an arrogance effect. A modesty defect. (What's the dif. between defect and defection?)
Onyx: (adjective)
Definition: pure, jet black
Sentence: His onyx eyes are conniving.
You can see Hinata's doesn't exactly excel at vocab. (Neither, inccidentally, do I.) And sadly, sadly? This was supposed to be a serious chapter... Also, I can't use prettier dividing sections music notes/dashes because, well, of FFnet and that whole thing. Drat. (But the whole XxxxxXxxxxX isn't that bad...)
Oh, next chapter: Prepares/goes to/trips while at the/ dance! YAY!
Thanks for all your reviews, you knock my sox off! (cheesy, no?)
TBC-
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