So I still don't own Naruto. I have a nasty cold so that's the best you're gonna get.
Sakura stalked down the hallway to first period. She didn't understand the point why she had to go back to her crap homeroom. She knew who most of them were since the homerooms were alphabetical. She always got stuck behind the girls who wore sweat-suits and Prada bags and French-manicures. It drove her up the wall. They OBVIOUSLY had a limited vocabulary since every other word was 'like'. They had a very limited intelligence. One of them thought Frank Sinatra was a country singer. One may debate that her statement being "stupid" is opinionated until they hear that she asked five minutes later what 2 x -3 was. Now granted multiplying with negatives was difficult, at first. So Sakura, being a girl of second chances, said, " Just multiply 2 by 3 and add the negative sign." The girl looked down at her paper and asked, "What's 2 x 3?" Sakura face-palmed. Hard.
Sakura walked into her French class and Naruto was there waiting at her desk. He was being forced to take it by his fathers. Iruka-san said that it was important to know how to communicate especially if they're from a different culture. Kakashi just sat there reading an Icha Icha book. However, Sakura liked languages. One of her reasons was a little cruel. She loved saying things like "Je le trouve tape-à-l'oeil" in a cheery tone, fooling the person thinking it was a compliment when really she had said "I think it's gaudy."
Naruto sat on her desk, swinging his legs back and forth. She sat down with a loud "Hmph" and laid her head in her arms. Naruto crouched in front of the desk and started poking her forehead.
"Sakura-chan!" he whined. "What's wrong?" She mumbled something incoherent so Naruto started tickling her. Her head shot up giggling. Naruto stopped when he was sure she wouldn't try to go back to sleep again.
"I have to go back to my old homeroom for course selections tomorrow." Naruto's eyes widened. He didn't like the sound of that. All of freshman year, Naruto, Kiba, and Tenten had to put up with her ranting about that homeroom. Not that they blamed her of course. Her homeroom was very superficial. It didn't help that her routine and pet peeves had materialistic in common with the other.
"I'm sure you'll be fine. If you survived all of last year, you can survive two minutes tomorrow," he said reassuringly. The teacher walked in as the bell rang and Naruto ruffled her hair and walked back to his seat, leaving Sakura to think about the next day's events.
Okay, I promise that the next chapter, I will introduce Itachi into the plot.