Hello. After ah... eleven billion years, I've decided to continue this story. It took me forever to hunt down the email I used for the ff account (haha not really). I just came up with a billion ideas for this story which may or may not be good. Also, I have an exam tomorrow so I'm procrastinating like crazy. I give myself three hours of fun fun time before I start to panic.

And I will waste this three hours of fun fun time alternating between this and pretending to be reading the tabs I opened for studying. I'm a horrible study-person. Also, characters may be extremely OOC at times. Changed rating from K+ to T because I am now older and cuss a lot. My word count is getting higher too. So I apologize in advance if the story gets too long to read to find the funny bits.

I shall start by saying that I do not own Naruto, but I shall also say that this statement is competely unnecessary. If I owned Naruto then this should probably on fictionpress or something. I could have published this into a book.

Okay. Lengthy author's note done. Let's do this.

CHAPTER 2: First Test

The first day of school started uneventfully. After a quick orientation and welcoming of new students, everyone started on their way to their new homerooms. Well, they tried; the hallways were packed. There was always something interesting everywhere you go. Look to the left and you'll see the usual dicks gang up on some nerdy looking kids. Then watch said nerdy-looking kids beat the shit out of them.

On the right you'll find someone waving his bloody severed right arm like a wand. The owner of the arm (who has since been taken to the hospital, and later to be sent to the psychiatric ward) is left-handed.

After a full two hours of nobody making it to their room, self-proclaimed-king-of-the-halls and mama's boy Kyuta threatened to call his mom. It should be noted that his mom also happens to be the principal, and a scary one at that.

At this, the hallways were emptied faster than you could read this sentence.

"Ahem." The teacher cleared his throat. Instantly the class fell silent. The effect was lost 3 seconds later, when he opened the door and let the-very wet-latecomers in. Two of them were the new transferees-a tall red-haired kid and a small girl who looked half his height. Behind them was Hinata, who quickly apologized for her tardiness and moved to take a seat.

She was caught in the middle of a huge water fight because some idiot thought that Suna-village people needed some water and gave them a shower with a fire hose. Hinata tried to ignore all the gawking and whispering as she quickened her pace and made her way to the back, since those had the only seats available.

How embarrasing! she thought as she plopped onto her seat, sinking lower and lower as she tried to hide the purple-striped bra that was showing underneath the thin fabric of her uniform. Well, at least I didn't have to stand in front of the class. I would rather die.

At front beside the teacher (who hasn't introduced himself yet) still stood Gaara and Chiyo. The girl was near crying, hands clenched tightly at her sides and staring down at her shoes, trying hard not to look at all the people in front of her. This was not what I planned! So much for a good first impression. Now everyone will know me as the crybaby... She burst into tears.

Nobody knew what to do. The teacher reached over and awkwardly placed a hand on her shoulder. The students just stared at each other awkwardly. They watched as he escorted her out to take to the office. As for Gaara, he'd already disappeared; most likely to find that idiot with the hose. How dare he! If it weren't for that-that girl, he would have been dead by now.

With the instructor gone, the rest of the class started shuffling out one by one. Hushed whispers and murmurs turned into rumors: What did Hinata have to do with thoose Suna kids? Why was that girl crying? Well it can't be that weird boy's fault right? What the hell is wrong with Hinata, making a poor kid cry like that?

And before she knew it, everyone hated her. She sighed. She took out the pink notebook and added another entry. She crossed out the first line: "He will be the first person I talk to at school tomorrow."

She'd planned to wait by the flagpole to greet Naruto a good morning, but he wasn't there. She turned around the corner to bump into a very angry Gaara. She almost toppled over if Gaara hadn't reached out and pulled her by the arm.

"Th-thank you," she said automatically.

By then Gaara was already running out of the school gates. Hinata ran to catch up with him. What am I doing? I'm going to miss the assembly, she thought. Well, I have to make sure this guy stays out of trouble, he's new after all. Yeah, that's right.

Gaara ignored the girl running behind him. He quickened his pace, hoping he could

leave her behind. It didn't work. He shrugged and focused on chasing the kid with the whiskers. It really shouldn't be so hard; he kidnapped Chiyo, for crying out loud! That damn brat could scream like no other.

After about an hour of fruitless searching, Gaara was just about ready to give up. He'd lost the short-haired girl a long time ago. He sat down on the edge of a fountain, thinking. Maybe he could tell Grandma Chiyo that she ran away. Yeah right. Like she'd ever buy that excuse.

He ran a hand through his hair. Where are Temari and Kankuro when he needed them? They should be the ones babysitting that brat-not him. Especially not him.

I swear-If I ever find that brat I'd strangle her to death. She's old enough to get herself out of trouble, goddammit.

Gaara stood up and set out to look for her again.

/End Chapter Two

Well that was short. I think my author notes are longer than the actual story, but shhh. Anyway, I got too excited to submit this (short attention span) and decided to stop the story here, so I can keep you guys waiting for another two years. :D Oh, and if you want to nag me to continue this, just head on over to .com. I'm more active there. Hope you liked the story! Reviews will make me work harder!