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"You're failing."

Derrick's eyes nearly popped out of his head. "I'm what? It's the second day of school!"

"Yes. And you're failing," his small redheaded bio teacher whose name he could never remember added.

He'd been cornered by his math and science teachers after class, and with no way around them, he was forced to hear them out.

"Derrick," Mr. Itachi said, in his usual monotone. "We can give you a chance for extra credit, if you like."

Hell no, he wanted to say, but he got the impression that when his math teacher made a suggestion, it was more of a command.

"All right," he grumbled. "What do I have to do?"

Mr. Sasori and Mr. Itachi exchanged a look. Derrick felt his unease growing.

One suspicious thing, and I'm making a break for it, Derrick thought.

"Just come with us," Mr. Sasori finally said.

Both his teachers walked into the empty science room. Derrick hesitated, before following inside.

"Okay, so now what?" he asked, sitting on a black table.

Mr. Itachi was casually leaning against the door. Mr. Sasori put a hand on Derrick's shoulder.

"Do you feel any different?" Mr. Sasori questioned, looking intently at him.

"Uh, no?" Derrick squirmed, suddenly realizing that his teacher's hand was keeping him in place.

Mr. Sasori showed Derrick a few weird hand signals. Nothing happened. Mr. Sasori told him to push his 'chalkra' (or something) into his hand signals. Nothing happened.

Mr. Sasori sighed.

"Hey, do I still get my extra credit if this doesn't work?" Derrick worriedly asked.

"No," Mr. Itachi said.

"What? Why?"

"Because I said so."

Derrick scowled. He felt his middle finger twitch just so slightly.

Mr. Sasori spoke to Mr. Itachi. "I would try a seal."

Mr. Itachi nodded and walked towards Derrick.

"Take off your shirt," Mr. Itachi ordered.

Derrick's eyes widened as the full reality of his situation became clear. The window blinds have been drawn. Mr. Sasori was between him and the door. There was no one around in this section of the school. And Derrick knew why.

Oh shit!

Derrick let out a scream and ran for the door.

"I WON'T BE A PART OF YOUR WEIRD SEX GAMES!" Derrick shrieked.

Mr. Itachi's hand whipped through the air, and hit Derrick at the base of his neck. Derrick crumpled, alive but unconscious.

Sasori sighed again.

"What a dumbass."

Tobi stalked through the bushes. He had been thinking deeply for a while, trying to add up things that don't make sense. The girl during his class, able to dodge his balls. A girl, with no chakra or training. That didn't make any sense. So, since they didn't have anything important to do, Tobi decided to pay Riley's house a visit. It had only taken a quick dip in the student glossary to find her address and her parent's working schedule. And now, here he was looking for an easy way in.

All the windows and doors seemed to be locked, so Tobi decided to just walk through them with his jutsu.

The house itself was very different from back in his world. There weren't any sliding doors or paper walls. The house seemed cramped and suffocating. There was a wooden floor and walls painted in deep colors. Doors and hallways were scattered around the ranch-style house.

Tobi walked silently through the kitchen, looking at the pictures on the fridge. There were pictures of a man with dark skin and a lady with pale skin, and between them was Riley, with her light skin with a darker undertone. A baby with even lighter skin was wrapped in a blanket, asleep. There were also pictures of other children, each forever frozen at some point in their lives.

Tobi was looking into Riley's like through a telescope. He did not belong.

There was a shuffle and a patter of feet in the living room. Tobi turned around.

A little boy with a sweep of brown hair hid halfway behind the door. His clothes were rumpled and he held a blanket, He looked no older than four

Behind his mask, Tobi's sharingan swirled to life. He could kill this boy without even moving a muscle. He should kill this boy.

But...

Something Tobi had seen on the news was a found murderer. The detectives used forensic science, something he had no knowledge about. And Tobi couldn't survive a round of machine guns, or a nuke, or an electric chair. His chakra would only last for so long. It would be foolish to trifle with this world.

So Tobi said, in that disgusting voice of his, "Hello! My name is Tobi!"

The boy didn't move. He didn't blink. He didn't show any signs of having heard him.

"What is your name?" Tobi tried again.

The boy shuffled away, into the living room. Tobi followed, mystified but feeling no threat from the boy. The boy turned on the TV and put a disc in a device. A red furry monster appeared on the screen.

"Hello! It's Elmo!"

The boy sat on the couch and watched Elmo while a stranger prowled in his house.

Tobi took a closer look at the boy. Nothing seemed wrong with him, besides his indifference. Maybe he was just too young to know that strangers shouldn't be allowed in the home.

The ninja silently walked down a hall, and almost stepped on a sleeping dog. A massive sleeping dog. It had a mix of brown and black fur, and sharply pointed ears. It growled in its sleep and showed an impressive array of teeth.

Tobi carefully stepped around it. A dog was the last thing he needed right now. He looked through bedrooms and found nothing unusual. The house was tidy, with pictures of family and friends and old artwork.

Tobi opened the door to a room with a dark purple bed and blue walls. It was a little messy, and there was a laptop on the desk. Tobi opened the closet. The ninja had almost suspected training equipment, or secret scrolls. But there were only books and clothes in the closet.

He was starting to believe that Riley Fence was a normal girl.

Creeeeak

Tobi had stepped on a squeaky floor board. He heard a scramble of claws and barking. The sound of something heavily pounded down the hall. The dog skidded into the room.

"Bark! Awoooo!" The dog howled, charging towards Tobi. It bared sharp teeth and leaped for his throat. Tobi spun under it, and darted out the room. Tobi used his jutsu to teleport back to home-base.

He had found nothing.

"WOOOOOOOOOOO!"

"Shut up, Amy! You're killing my ears."

Riley's head hit the window once again. She was unused to Camryn Masen's suicidal style of driving, but with Amy's older brother unable to drive them home, there was little other option besides to simply endure. This was the last time she missed the bus.

"But it's FUN, Riley! Isn't this FUN?"

"Super-fun, kid!" Freddy's older sister flicked a strand of dark hair out of her face and pulled the steering wheel again, making another drastic turn.

Riley's head hit the window.

"I miss Freddy," Riley grumbled. "You would never drive like this with Freddy in the car."

"Yeah, well." Cam didn't take her eyes off the road. She either had the focus of a ninja or the luck of the Irish, because not once had she been in a car accident. "Freddy's off scaring the shit out of himself again. I swear, if Mom let's him skip school one more time..." She continued muttering, her words drifting out of audibility.

Amy leaned forward, seeming interested. "Is Freddy okay?"

Cam snorted. "Of course he's okay! He's just a pussy, is what he is."

Amy's innocent hazel eyes grew wide. "But isn't it possible that he's actually not feeling well?"

"No," Cam replied shortly, through her teeth.

"Why not?"

"Because he's just a pussy."

Amy puffed up her chest. "Is not."

Cam was silent for a while, then braked hard, having reached her house. Finally, she turned around to look at Amy.

"Kid."

"What?"

"You're delusional."

Useless.

Sam gritted her teeth. The letters didn't make any sense. The numbers didn't make any sense. They were jumbled together, their patterns and meanings hidden away from her.

Useless.

Why did that stupid teacher assign this stupid homework?

Useless.

Sam wanted to scream. She was not useless!

Useless.

Useless.

Useless.

Sam stood up and grabbed her paper. She grabbed a pack of matches. She went downstairs into the living room. Sam balled up the homework a threw it into the empty fireplace. Then she struck a match and lit the homework on fire.

Sam watched the paper burn. The light from the flames flickered in her dark eyes. Her body was in the house, but her mind was far, far away...

"I'm not useless."

Merp o-o Fox here. Finally getting a look at Sam, woo! I actually WROTE some of this chapter, the beginning half of Derrick's piece and most of the piece with Cam. Cam and Freddy both are carryovers from my other fanfiction, except that their sister Camille has randomly disappeared. Maybe she died... yes, Freddy, Anthony killed Camille. OJ SIMPSON ALERT

Anyway.

Yeah. Anyway.

...happy reading!

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