High Expectations (sasunaru)

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Hey, I'm Sasuke and this is my blog.

If you're reading this, you're either mentally unstable or lack a sufficient amount of entertainment in your life. It's understandable because I suffer from the same typical syndromes. I'm sure you've had a better day than I have, walking into a school being known as the 'new kid' is an utter embarrassment. If shit couldn't get worse, imagine being put on a boat that reeks of fish, only to find yourself stuck with an idiot who pins their football jersey against the wall. Couldn't be me.  

I walked into the large building and held my breath as people stammered by me. The walls were large and undeniably intimidating, It felt like the daredevil had trapped me within one of its many ungodly sanctuaries. Flags were hung sideways as metallic lockers were drilled to my left. A welcome sign caught my eye as it hung from the railing of a stairway. It hadn't felt like a welcoming experience, I missed my hometown. Speaking of my hometown, only the prettiest of bitches would willingly stab a fork through their friend's thigh if I'd ask them to. They'd openly betray the world for me. It was surely something to laugh about, especially If the pretty ones used their brains for once. If they did, they'd stab their own thighs and punish themselves for falling in love with me.

I was one of many prisoners at this new and improved building, a dignified student who was yet to be numbered like any other. I bit my tongue and looked to my right, catching sight of a subtle man with lengthy locks of white hair. He shot me a questioning look as I hurriedly strolled past him. Avoiding his gaze from behind, I lowered my chin and followed the grey checkered floor. I averted my eyes with a parted mouth and inhaled through my nose.

I couldn't quite contemplate and guide myself through the social standards of this place. The individuals who were dispersed along the tight hall had no filters. Nothing but cursing and shouting was heard from my left while the sound of joined lips meshing between one another was heard from my right. My body only burned as I felt a rush of regret pulse through my veins. The students here seemed like wasteful loads of obnoxious people who were motivated by selfishness.

I nonchalantly cracked my knuckles and chose to ignore the young adults, finding my way past these students was my new target. I lifted my shoulders and slid my slender fingers past an opening in my jeans. I clipped a thin piece of paper between my fingers and pulled it out. Looking down at the creased schedule I held between my trembling hands, I read number 404. I already knew what room I was headed to, it was large and had been used for theatre purposes. There must have been an exit near the back of the stage, one that can give us easy access to a number of stationary busses.

I bit the insides of my cheek as a light buzz suddenly ran down the hem of my jeans. I reached for my back pocket and hurriedly unlocked the buzzing device.

"Hm?" I mumbled, averting my eyes from the idiots who met mine.  

"How's it going? Mom's curious," my exquisite older brother questioned, softening his voice seconds before he mentioned our mother.

"Fine, I can't really talk," I muttered, shutting my eyes in contempt.

"Alright, let me know when you get on the boat."

"Mhm," I answered, ending the call.

It wasn't exactly part of the plan, speaking to my brother was beyond my schedule. I hated public phone calls, you'll start off unnoticed until that damn phone rings, then suddenly, the entire population is fucking watching you. Judging people was my least favorite thing, although I did it all the time, it was pretty fucking aggravating when people undeniably judged my every move. The worst part of it all is how I'm not supposed to be here. I was forced and unironically pressured to attend this school. My brother, Itachi, walked the same path and manipulated my parents into choosing the same fate for me. The school's program is very different from other schools; it's a boarding program that allows you to travel on a cruise ship. My brother exclaimed how every adventure opened his heart, having the opportunity to discover so many things brought him an immense amount of joy. I simply thought it was bullshit.