As I entered my first class, homeroom, I saw one of the kids in the back with orange hair, brown eyes and cut freckles covering his face flip me the finger. Wow, what a wonderful welcome to homeroom. I just rolled my eyes and smiled at him eerily. He blinked at me and I saw the fear flicker in his eyes. I guess my reputation still withholds, hm? Good. Now I can scare the shit out of the football team again. Bwahahahahaha!

I sat down at the first seat in the front left (right handed teachers rarely look to their left) and got ready for the announcements and the terrible day that'll follow after. I wish it was lunch already. I was hungry because I stormed out of my house so quickly.

"Ugh." I moaned and let my head smack into my desk. I just remembered that I didn't even bother to get my books. I'll just get 'em when first period is called and everyone is in the hallway, making a mad dash for their class. They won't even see me.

"Ms. Haruno…" A voice drawled. I looked in front of my and saw a dress, so I figured it was my teacher. I didn't even look at her face to know she'd be ugly, old and downright boring. "Where are your books for periods one and two?" She asked, her shoes clicking against the floor with impatient taps of her toe. Only when I felt her shadow press over me I looked at her in the eye.

And dear Kami, I wish I didn't.

There stood one of THE UGLIEST and WRINKLIEST old people I had ever seen. Now, don't get me, I love old people. They're so cute when they say stupid things, but this… this CREATURE can not be called old, no less human.

Her lips were pressed into a thin line and the ruby red lipstick clashed terribly with the huge, round, lime green glasses she had on. They hung off of her bird nose and were only held on by the chain that wrapped around her neck. Her black, beady looking eyes glared down at me and her frail looking hands were placed angrily on her hips. On of her hands grasped a ruler (it was clear yet blue at the same time. So cool…)

She was down right horrifying.

Like a zombie, killed once, brought back to life, killed again, eaten, thrown up and put back together.

I gulped and tried to tear my eyes away from the mole that was sprouting another head on her right cheek. I swore it winked at me. "Yeah?" I asked, finally wanting to puke as I noted there were at least five hairs on the huge monstrous thing. It was probably sucking out her blood. Maybe that's why she was all wrinkly…

"Answer my question."

Stare.

"Could you repeat?"

Her face got red and she slapped a ruler (I thought ruler beatings were illegal in public school!) on my desk.

"GET YOUR BOOKS OR GET A DETENTION!" She howled. I shrunk in my seat a bit and tried desperately to hold myself back from standing on my desk, poking that huge nose with her own cool looking ruler and screaming, "FUCKING BITE ME BITCH!"

But then I would lose the bet.

That… I seem to already be out of.

Note to self: talk Kakuzu into getting me back in the bet.

I stood up, stuck up my chin and grinned at the fugly women. She just burned two holes through me with her glare. I turned on my heel, my pink hair swooshing out behind me, and stomped out of the classroom with 29 pairs of eyes watching me go. I slammed the door rather loudly and I heard a stream of complaints and scolds from the teacher.

Showed her didn't I.

Making my way to my locker, 105, to get my books, guess who I stumbled upon!

"Deidara?" I said with amazement. He was slumped against a wall next to the door to his homeroom and looked royally pissed. Oh, yeah, he was also covered in black ash. Only his bright blue eyes stood out from the black crap.

"Un."

"What the hell happened?" I asked stepping to slouch next to him. He glanced over at me and I scooted away, not wanting to get ash on my shirt. He glared at me a little with hard blue eyes and I just stuck out my tongue at him rather childishly.

"Un. My teacher caught me sneaking in gun powder, and when I was trying to wrestle it, the bag blew up-"

"HOLY SHIZZ, YOU'RE COVERED IN GUN POWDER?"

"-and covered us both. He sent me outside with a detention and a, un, very long pissy lecture."

He starred at me, waiting for a reaction, and I let out a long sigh that blew up some hair that got in front of my face.

"Dear Kami, I don't even think I'm shocked anymore."

He grinned, his white teeth looking even brighter against the dark black of the… gun powder, and he shook his head. His grimy, blonde hair with black streaks fell in front of his eyes and I slowly picked it up with my thumb and pointer finger, dropping it back over to its original place. A long silence passed in between us and I tried to get the gun powder off of me.

"You're hair looks like shit."

"Gee, un, thanks."

"You're quite welcome," I shot back with a grin. Hopping off of the wall, I waved him a goodbye and rolled my eyes, pointing to the direction to my classroom. He nodded in understanding and I went on my way.

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Just to speed you through the boring part of the day, I'll just say this. Ms. Fuglyass was pissed when I returned back at her classroom three minutes before the bell with the wrong books; my first three classes (English, Science, and History) were totally dope. I fell asleep in English, not really giving a shake of three squirrel tails about commas.

Now we're at lunch! I had forgotten to grab a couple of spare dollars when I went out of my house in a complete anger state, so now I was sitting alone at a table, stomach craving for food, waiting for those slow ass guys to get their lunch. And Kami, what a good lunch it is.

I've only been to this school for one year, but the food here is like Chuck Norris.

Yes, that awesome.

The pizza is awesome, the mashed potatoes don't move, the peas are awesome, the noodles are awesome, the stuffed shells are awesome, the bread is awesome, the fucking CHOCOLATE MILK is awesome.

But when isn't it?

So I was starving and about ready to punch someone in the face when they all got back. But they took their time to chow down on the awesome food consisting of raviolis, pizza with a thick crust, PB & J's that looked delectable and everything else that you would serve at a school but 100,000,000% better.

Dropping my face in my palms, I heard someone laugh next to me. I lifted my head enough to glare at Hidan who was stuffing his face. I just saw in his light purple eyes that he was going to say, "That's why you shouldn't have run off in the first place biotch!" but he held his tongue.

Smart boy.

He knows I'll probably maul his face off with my not-so-sharp claws.

Finally lunch was over and we all headed back to class with tired goodbyes and 'I'll see you later's. When I hugged them I got pretty strange looks from everyone else and I assumed that they had already made an impression on the kids at school and were already trying to make up their minds if they were jocks, geeks or just plain weird. As long as they didn't judge me, I was fine. And if they didn't judge the guys too harshly…

Well, there's going to be a couple more broken noses.

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I'm not going to bore you with the rest of my classes. I bet you can hardly stand yours, so why bother you with mine? But I will tell you this: Itachi, Kisame and Tobi were in some of my classes and it thrilled me quite a bit. We giggled like school girls throughout the whole entire class and I really enjoyed not listening to my Algebra teacher.

But let's skip to going home.

Right now, I'm walking home with Kisame and Tobi, catching them as we made our way to our lockers. Kisame's on the other side of the school while poor Tobi is near the boys locker room. Sure, he's a guy, but come on: we all know he's too innocent for what goes on in there.

"So, Sakura, how was your day?" Tobi sweetly asked me. I giggled slightly and patted the top of his head.

"Very good, thank you for asking. And how about yours?" I reply, looking at him with innocence I somehow manage every time I talk to him. Instantly, the mood soured.

"One of the mean teachers said I could wear a mask to school," he said, and I could hear a pout in his voice. I latched onto him instantly, making us stop walking.

"POOR TOBI! Do you want me to beat them up for you? I can certainly kill them all-"

"Sakura."

I unhooked myself from the sighing Tobi to glare at Kisame.

"Yes?" I asked heatedly.

"Um… Is it just me, or do you sense like something bad's gonna happen?" He asked, his voice unusually small. I started walking again, thinking about his words. I stopped again and turned to him.

Right when I was about to open my mouth, a car went screeching by with boys shouting and whooping. I flung my head in the direction at the right time to see Deidara hanging out of the window of a red car with Pein on the roof, each holding a packet of toilet paper.

Then they were gone. I slowly turned back to Kisame and Tobi, and none of us needed to speak to know we needed to follow that fan.

As we were running, I swore under my breath, "Those bastards better not be going to my house…"

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