Sunbeams began to enter my room.
My thigh hurts.
I heard the trees rustling, buzzing of a fly-which dared to enter my room.
I tried to kill it with my eyes, since I was to lazy to move.
Die already!
I heard a car moving.
What kind of person drives at this time?
I heard the birds chirping and singing.
If some bird will shit on my windowstill then I will do some hunting.
I imagine myself in a Rambo costume, chasing the poor birds and shouting like a primitive human.
I can hear some people greeting each other cheerfully.
Why are you being so God damn happy?
It's a fucking first say of school!
SCHOOL!
End of paradise.
End of taking drugs, smoking weed, partying, fucking around.
End of trips, hanging out whole day.
End of breaking the law and being carefree.
End. Fuck!
Waking early at ridiculous hours will began, doing homework, enduring the presence of the teachers and their faces, withstanding the rest of the school , and there will be huge amount of materials to study, passing on the exams and so on.
6:00 am
I can hear the radio.
My alarm clock starts to go crazy.
And I couldn't care less.
The only thing I'm thinking of right now is if it's worth to play-dead to avoid going to school.
I can't bother to move my hand in order to turn off the alarm.
But the sound of the alarm is giving me a headache.
I can hear Itachi's footsteps on a corridor.
About Itachi- yesterday when I came back, he wasn't home. He went somewhere. And he came back in a morning. What is good for me, I won't get beaten up on my first day of school.
6:15 am
The alarm is still ringing.
The fly is still annoying me.
I'm still laying on my bed.
No, it's time to get ready now.
I got up, switched off the alarm clock, I changed clothes, washed my teeth, I brushed my hair.-Ah and about the clothes, welcome school uniform!
White shirt with long sleeves and black trousers.
Fuck me baby.
I feel like a waiter...
I did everything to get myself ready, I cleaned my room and I went downstairs.
The coffee addict comes! - 3 spoons in a cup and I can feel the energy coming.
7:30 am
Maybe I should get going now?
I opened the doors, and started to walk in the direction of the school.
I sighed - lately I could breathe well.
Even if it was already 7:45 am and the school starts at 8 am I was walking slowly with my hands in my pockets.
I was giving off an expression that I'm the type of person that doesn't care about anything - Egoistic, ignoring everything teenager.
Around me there were more and less excited girls and boys rushing to school.
I heard moaning of dissatisfaction and despair but also excited voices.
I closed my eyes and I kept dragging myself towards the school.
I tried to relax myself as much as possible for what awaits me, I took out Marlboro from my pocket and I lit one cigarette and inhaled the smoke.
If anyone thinks right now: Sasuke smokes?
Then I will tell you right now: I smoke since 4th grade (Year 6)
But enough about my past.
I smoke roughly one package per day, I don't know why, I just do.
I kept walking focused on my own little world, not paying attention to anyone who has passed by.
The only thing that interested me was if I will be in the same class as Hinata.
I came to like this girl - calm yet full of surprises.
But I highlight - I HAVEN'T FELL IN LOVE WITH HER OR ANYTHING.
Friendship yes, but NOTHING more will come out of this.
I inserted the earplugs, because I was tired of comments about me "So young yet he smokes", "Kids this days", "Ill-mannered boy".
Whatever, bite me in the balls for all I care!
After a while I saw the school building, in front of the building were tons of students.
I think I will go back home.
I somehow managed to get there by 8 am, because nothing started yet.
People sorted in groups, wearing same kind of clothes, talk active and all...completely fake.
Suddenly all the chats have stopped, and everyone looked in my direction with a face expression that said "DESTROY HIM"
I flinched and I felt awkward.
But I can control myself, so I wouldn't let anyone notice how I feel on the inside.
I took out the cigarette from my mouth, and I threw it on the ground, and I stepped on it, Then I put my hand back into my pocket.
I walked towards the doors with a serious look on my face.
Humans! Look and admire!
Everyone around me was analysing my every move without looking away.
I went inside the school and I didn't have to look long for a board with list of classes.
I stood in front of it and I began to search for my surname.
I found it - class 3 A.
Quite cool. In Kyoto I was always in class A.
I looked again to see the list to check if Hinata was in my class, but only surnames were written, without names, so I can't find out yet, because I don't know her surname.
I went outside again, and I stood under some tree.
The excitement that the "kids" had has dropped , so I could chill.
I looked around, the area of the school reminded me a bit of the park that I saw right after coming to this town. Everything was perfect [ but without ducks ] plus many old trees that were casting shadows.
Normal school for for plain people.
What am I doing here?
-Sasuke-kun! - it was Hinata.
She ran to me, jumped and hanged on my neck.
-Ohayo Hinata.- I hugged her back, but she blushed and jumped back.
-Eh...um...sorry about that. But you know...Because I.- she muttered
- Calm down.- I smiled
Hinata calmed, while I observed the female version of the unifrom, female white shirt with collar, and a rather big cleavage (as for me). Plus a short jeans skirt.
I can imagine what will be happening in school toilets...
-How do you like it?
-I have to admit, you got nice legs.
-Baka! That's not what I meant! - she shouted- I'm asking about the school! - This time I'm the one that blushed.
-For-forgive me. Quite plain but - I will survive.
-Did you orientate around here?
-Erm...no.
-Oh, then come with me I will show you around. - Said Hinata, she grabbed my hand and pulled me in the direction of school building.
All the students stared at us, and were whispering something...
It will be interesting in this school, very interesting...
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