I understood from what they said that is not normal or good that your first day of school to be at the age of 12.
But, here I am, this is my first day of school or what I should probably say is that this is my first time when I ever entered in a school.
Chapter 3: The Stranger
"Class, he is Naruto Uzumaki, your new colleague and friend, I want you all to treat him well from now on!"
This teacher has a warm voice and a calm face but for me, he is nothing more than another figure.
In this class are many kids, I'm used to have kids around me and to don't talk to them even once, but in my orphanage it was simple, everybody has kept their distance from me, and everyone knew my story, even if I didn't told to anybody anything, here, they don't know me and I don't know them.
„Hello Naruto, I am the class president, my name is Haruno Sakura, but you can just call me Sakura."
The haired pink girl has stretched her hand to me, like she expects me to do something, but what?
„Um...Iruka Sensei, in which bank will he stay?"
I need to think a little about this. So, I didn't let my 'new' mother to change my name, until now, she gave up on that thought. I hope it will remain like this.
And, it isn't normal for me to be here, but I suspected just fine when I thought that she is rich, well, she is, and she even has what she calls 'connections', and because of those connections and her money, I am here, in this class.
„We have just one single empty bank, you will stay there Naruto, just beside Sasuke-kun."
Voices had complained from the entire room, most of them, were girls that are protesting.
"This is my final decision! Now, everybody sit down, and open the books at page 35."
I walk through the noisy classroom, and I stared at the new faces and at the ground when they looked at me.
Most of them did. I always knew how it is to be the 'new kid', I've always been, no matter if I stood with the same people for years, I am always unknown, I am always stared in that way and I never changed that fact, and I don't plan to change it soon, because this is me, and because I would lie, and I do not lie!
My bank is the last one on the row beside the windows. The boy, who I suppose that is Sasuke, is at the seat that is closer to the window, and right now, I just sat myself on my light brown chair.
I didn't look at him and neither did he, and I don't think he even noticed me; he just stares outside, out the window, with a hand under his chin. I just caught a glimpse of him before I sat myself down.
He has black hair, pale skin and a skinny body. I can't see his eyes.
And I don't care.
"Naruto, what studies did you had before?"
I didn't paid attention to what happens, and I was a little surprised for a second when I realized that the teacher was right beside me.
"None."
Many students stared at me when the teacher asked me, but not all of them, but when I responded, I am sure that everybody stares at me, well…everybody, but him.
"None? But you've been to a kindergarten before, right?"
"No."
The class stared at me more intensely, like waiting for something and the teacher seems to look the same.
One thing that has just flied through my mind, I've been learned from the people who had raised me, a thing that cost me many painful nights:
"I told you to shut up! Never speak when you are not asked! Understood? Never! If you even speak when you aren't asked then I will make sure that you will starve to death!"
Why? I don't know, but without my will, I just don't feel like talking about anything, almost never, so, if I am not asked, I won't talk, and I don't like to speak about myself, or about anyone specifically, so in the end, I just answer what I've been asked, and I never lie about my answers.
"Then, where have you been?"
"At the orphanage."
A word could describe this atmosphere, just one, because this is what I received, the word is: Silence.
Somehow, when nobody was paying attention to me, I remembered, the boy that is beside me has looked at me too, when I said that I've been at the orphanage. I don't know why, but I erased the thought, as soon as it came.
I stood in my chair all day long and I stared at the surface of the wooden desk, I stared at the wooden floor, and sometimes, to the teacher that never stopped talking for more than 3 minutes and then he starts talking again.
When I understood that it all ended, everyone begun to pack their things, to put their coats on, and to speak to each other.
I packed my things, and I put my coat on me, and when I was about to get out of the classroom, the teacher spoke to me:
"Naruto, I want to talk to you, it will be quick."
So, in the end, me and the teacher remained, the only ones in the classroom. I've waited for him to speak but he seemed very distracted by the papers that he kept staring at for some minutes.
I sat down and waited and in the end he sat beside me and stared in my eyes.
"Your mother said that you were to a very good kindergarten, that it's from another country and that it will be a little harder in the start, but that you are a very smart kid."
"She is not my mother, and she lied"
The teacher had a sad face, an confused one, this expression I never saw at anyone else, I could named it like being hurt but I never said a lie to him or insulted him so I don't understand what caused his expression. But he spoke again, more just for himself:
"Then, why...And…how?"
He put his hand on his forehead, and stared at me with more hazel confused eyes. And then, after a long silence, he finally spoke:
"Then who are you?"
"Uzumaki Naruto."
The class begins to get used with me, they spoke to me once or twice per day, they introduced themselves to me, but I didn't bother myself to remember all those names.
It all remained the same, the house it feels empty, and that is what I like about it. All the people from this class, school annoy me.
I don't want to talk, I don't want to be here, and I just want to go to that house and to lock in my room.
I like my foster-brother, we don't talk at all, he reads his books and study, eats and sleeps, and I do what I do, we don't interact and that is why even if he is in our room, is like I am alone, that is why, I like to go home.
Here, they want for me to speak, to do things, I understood what school is like, and I don't like it one bit, I just don't care.
They want me to read, to do things which I want to don't do.
But I say nothing and go along with it in my silence.
They all spoke with me, in a way or another, even my step brother, sometimes. Even if it's about asking a pencil or something else, but not him.
Maybe I am a little stupid about this, I don't think about anyone in specifically. So, why?
Why is it that he is the only one I think about in specifically?
He never spoke with me. He doesn't speak with anybody, just with the teacher when he is asked.
One thing made me hate him, he reads, all the time, he is always with a book in his hands or looking outside the window, like he dreams.
I hate him for those things.
What I hate the most, he does, and all that I respect is that he doesn't speak, but just that.
Somehow, sometimes, it annoys me too much. I begun to think that I've gone insane, why do I even think about someone?
So, in this very day, I gave up.
I don't care about him, I don't want to talk to him, I don't want anything from him, so from now on, I will act like he does not exists, and I will never think about him again.
The thought has settled in my mind quick. I am in my chair, and I have to write do some exercises from the book, and the class is pretty noisy, the exercises are pretty hard too so I guess that is the reason why everybody is being so loud.
Just three sentences and I will finish...
"Do you have a pen? Mine has run out of ink."
The one who just spoke...
"Hey! Do you have one?"
"Yes."
I gave him my pen, and I don't have another one, I don't even know why I did that.
'I guess, I panicked.' I just finished that thought slowly in my head and then:
"Everybody, pens down, we will begin to read."
Everybody read their answers and I begun to feel something strange with every passing second, there weren't too many questions left until they will arrive at the questions which I didn't do, and he didn't put me until now.
'I don't have that bad luck, no?'
I just thought that, when:
"Naruto, the next question."
Just the question when Sasuke has asked for my pen.
"I didn't do it."
"What did you do this entire time? Sasuke, help him."
He looks disappointed. I don't know why but this teacher got under my skin, somehow, it makes me feel bad when I do something wrong, but I will never say that out loud.
His voice, his bored figure, it was his fault, I don't know why, but I just realized, I hate this stranger.
To be continued…
Well, it isn't much, and I am not proud of it, it could've been better but I've thought about it a lot and it just turned out that way, I guess I had a problem with this chapter and that's why it didn't turned out how I wanted to be, well anyway, the next chapter will be better, and many interactions, I think I have an idea but I couldn't tell it in this chapter, well anyway, sorry for so much bumbling, is 1 in the morning for god's sake! Well, anyway, tell me what you , Thank you for reading.