My third chapter!!


Second period is English. Last year – sixth grade – It was horrible. We had to do essays on stupid jutsus all the time, 24/7. This year would be no different, and especially difficult because I skipped a grade.

I throw my stuff on the table, fold my arms, and sigh, knowing what to expect.

A teacher clad in green walks in, grinning broadly. A girl that had her hair in two Chinese-style buns spits out her gum, the blond girl snickers, and Neji rolls his eyes.

Sharp icicles plunge themselves into my heart. Neji's here. Great.

That makes my eighth grade year much more complicated.

Memories worm into my mind, as much as I'd like to eradicate them forever.

The dark night. I'd been asleep. An innocent little girl who'd been kidnapped.

An innocent little girl…who the price to pay were two lives.

It'd been asleep the whole time. I suspected that my father used a sleeping jutsu on me so I wouldn't have to go through what had to be the worst thing in the Hyuuga clan has ever faced.

Two lives that day, wasted, shredded, blasted into smithereens.

I glance at Neji – I haven't seen him in over two years. He seems fine, sane. Had he went through what I did? – shame, unrecognition, being lowlife?

It was his father that died, and he that was the victim of the curse mark, yet…

I was branded also. Branded in the fact that whenever a member of the Hyuuga clan looks at me all I can see are two shards of pale ice. Inadvertent or no, I had been the cause of the catastrophe.

I, who was the sole heiress of the clan.

Lotsa crap that title holds.

The sensei sings, awaking me from my flashback. "The Spring of Youth!" he cries, grinning and winking at the same time. Or attempting to, anyhow.

A skinny idiot also wearing a tight green suit raises his fist into the air and yells with him.

I survey the classroom, not knowing these people. Was it normal? Natural, even, to have those two with tears streaming down their faces?

The other students' expression varied from disgust to annoyance.

Yes…yes, it was.

Self-pity curls in my stomach. Even these two imbeciles have a place in the ninja world. Even these two losers.

I look at everyone with animosity in my eyes. I hate my life. I hate the world. I hate hating it. I hate it.


Third period is math. Good; finally a subject I can live through.

I can do math. It's numbers, you do this and that, multiply, divide, and voila, answer.

A stern looking man was up front. "I'm Iruka sensei," he affirms, walking around. His sandals squeak on the linoleum floor like fingernails on a chalkboard. "Tell me what you learned last year."

The student wearing a prominant Uchiha shirt raises his hand. "Distances of kunais and their specialties, speed, and rate." His tone is bored, scathing.

"Good job, Sasuke!" squeals the pink-haired girl.

I look around for the blond one. Weren't they attached at the hip? No; she was in another class.

"We'll do harder things this year. Much harder. It's the transition for the Chuunin exam, which comes at the end of this year." He passes out pamphlets. "You need to subscribe for a math textbook for your very own work."

I hate this class. It's boring. The love for math has disappeared completely. Funny what eighth grade does to you.


Yes, Hinata is Out of Character, but only on the inside! She's not as shy as you think!!

Yay Thanksgiving!!

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