kiriahatake
Sannin of the Scrolls 📜
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Chapter One: The New Kid
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A boy walked into the class room. His pants sagged too low to be tasteful; he had pitch-black shaggy hair and a t-shirt with a sleeveless jacket. A new face, the whispers then started in our homeroom.
I have always been the go to, sit-in-the-back-of-class, no-one-ever-likes-or-talks-to kind of girl. It just so happened to be my freshman year in high school; I ignored the new person and kept on reading the Hunger Games although I had read it about 16 times already. I am a midsized average dork with glasses, an unknown past, and hair that can never decide if it wants to be auburn or golden brown. When upset my brown eyes turn ranging different colors of green. Yeah, I’m totally normal...I think.
As I looked up to see the boy going to sit in my row, a couple people whispered some rumors about me that probably are totally not true. Instead, he rolled his eyes and sat next to me as my childhood and only girl friend, Clariya but we just call her Claire or Airy because she’s brightly blonde, walked into the room with her boy friend, Galen who just happened to be my older brother...well adoptive anyways. Airy bounded over to my desk an slammed on it, I don’t flinch and just shake my head. She was the kind of girl who was hyper and clueless at most things except when something’s wrong. She was pretty much being herself that day.
“Bookie?” she asked. Bookie is my nickname since I call her Airy. I looked up from my book.
“Alexandryea? What’s the matter hunnie??” she questioned.
“Nothing….” She took my book away from my face.
“HEY THAT’S MINE!” I retaliated.
“Haven’t you read this book enough? Or you do is it just because you like Peeta?” Galen snickered.
“So not cool, give it back!” By now, the majority of the class was already laughing and pointing. Then the unexpected happened. The new boy who happened to be taller than Airy, plucked the book out of her hands. He held it in front of me with a smile. I looked annoyed, but took my book back safe and sound. I took a sigh in relief.
Clariya looked clueless of what just happened. She probably assumed for a moment that the guy and I knew each other.
“Hi, I’m Zackeray Milliston, nice to meet you…” he greeted me with a smile on his face. He held out his hand to shake but before I could my brother did.
The boy just kept silent listening to my brother complain about how I need to lighten up and have some fun after I get my nose out of the books. The one and only thing wrong with him was the fact that you ust simply could never get anything done when he spoke.
Just as he was almost done with his one sided argument, I thanked the bell as rang. Every one left except Zackeray and I. I sighed as I stood and walked over by the doorway, where he stood.
Might as well be nice, and show him around the school. It is his first day and by the wispers coming from everyone, I’d say he’s not going to have many friends. I thought
“So Zackary, what’s you...“ he interrupts me before I could finish my sentence.
“ Foreign Language, and Its ZACK-i-RAY.” He explains.
We started walking down the hall together and people in the hall at the time start staring and whispering. I never really understood why people acted that way.
Great more rumors to clear.
I raised my eyebrow to question. Zackeray must have understood because he answered the question.
“Japanese…..”
“Awe how’d you get in? Seriously, I have been trying to get into that class for ages now, but I’m still stuck in French Class,” I answered playfully.
“De verdad?” he teased. If you’re wondering what he said, it was: Really? In a sarcastic way.
“Shut up.” I said blushing while he laughed.
“Apparently the teacher, Mr. Iroina, is obsessed with Anime and Manga.” He commented.
“Huh? Ya he probably reads Kakashi’s version of manga,” I laughed.
“ Wait?! You watch Naruto?" His eyes brightened and he continued. "Yo, if you told him that; he’d surely let you in next semester!” he seemed surprised and happy at once or was that his normal face? I chuckled to myself. He looked confused and I was about to answer when we walked in front of his class; mine was next door.
“So can i sit by you at lunch today?" he asksed with a smile.
For no apparent reason I blushed and almost felt like I had no words to say.
" Sure..." I replied before we went to our own classes.
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A boy walked into the class room. His pants sagged too low to be tasteful; he had pitch-black shaggy hair and a t-shirt with a sleeveless jacket. A new face, the whispers then started in our homeroom.
I have always been the go to, sit-in-the-back-of-class, no-one-ever-likes-or-talks-to kind of girl. It just so happened to be my freshman year in high school; I ignored the new person and kept on reading the Hunger Games although I had read it about 16 times already. I am a midsized average dork with glasses, an unknown past, and hair that can never decide if it wants to be auburn or golden brown. When upset my brown eyes turn ranging different colors of green. Yeah, I’m totally normal...I think.
As I looked up to see the boy going to sit in my row, a couple people whispered some rumors about me that probably are totally not true. Instead, he rolled his eyes and sat next to me as my childhood and only girl friend, Clariya but we just call her Claire or Airy because she’s brightly blonde, walked into the room with her boy friend, Galen who just happened to be my older brother...well adoptive anyways. Airy bounded over to my desk an slammed on it, I don’t flinch and just shake my head. She was the kind of girl who was hyper and clueless at most things except when something’s wrong. She was pretty much being herself that day.
“Bookie?” she asked. Bookie is my nickname since I call her Airy. I looked up from my book.
“Alexandryea? What’s the matter hunnie??” she questioned.
“Nothing….” She took my book away from my face.
“HEY THAT’S MINE!” I retaliated.
“Haven’t you read this book enough? Or you do is it just because you like Peeta?” Galen snickered.
“So not cool, give it back!” By now, the majority of the class was already laughing and pointing. Then the unexpected happened. The new boy who happened to be taller than Airy, plucked the book out of her hands. He held it in front of me with a smile. I looked annoyed, but took my book back safe and sound. I took a sigh in relief.
Clariya looked clueless of what just happened. She probably assumed for a moment that the guy and I knew each other.
“Hi, I’m Zackeray Milliston, nice to meet you…” he greeted me with a smile on his face. He held out his hand to shake but before I could my brother did.
The boy just kept silent listening to my brother complain about how I need to lighten up and have some fun after I get my nose out of the books. The one and only thing wrong with him was the fact that you ust simply could never get anything done when he spoke.
Just as he was almost done with his one sided argument, I thanked the bell as rang. Every one left except Zackeray and I. I sighed as I stood and walked over by the doorway, where he stood.
Might as well be nice, and show him around the school. It is his first day and by the wispers coming from everyone, I’d say he’s not going to have many friends. I thought
“So Zackary, what’s you...“ he interrupts me before I could finish my sentence.
“ Foreign Language, and Its ZACK-i-RAY.” He explains.
We started walking down the hall together and people in the hall at the time start staring and whispering. I never really understood why people acted that way.
Great more rumors to clear.
I raised my eyebrow to question. Zackeray must have understood because he answered the question.
“Japanese…..”
“Awe how’d you get in? Seriously, I have been trying to get into that class for ages now, but I’m still stuck in French Class,” I answered playfully.
“De verdad?” he teased. If you’re wondering what he said, it was: Really? In a sarcastic way.
“Shut up.” I said blushing while he laughed.
“Apparently the teacher, Mr. Iroina, is obsessed with Anime and Manga.” He commented.
“Huh? Ya he probably reads Kakashi’s version of manga,” I laughed.
“ Wait?! You watch Naruto?" His eyes brightened and he continued. "Yo, if you told him that; he’d surely let you in next semester!” he seemed surprised and happy at once or was that his normal face? I chuckled to myself. He looked confused and I was about to answer when we walked in front of his class; mine was next door.
“So can i sit by you at lunch today?" he asksed with a smile.
For no apparent reason I blushed and almost felt like I had no words to say.
" Sure..." I replied before we went to our own classes.
