The Lost Family (Uchiha, Obito Story)

Chapter I

Chapter One:

It was lunch time.

The day was passing and I thought I had just walked into Social Studies when all of a sudden, he was announcing for us to leave to lunch. Glancing at the clock above my teacher's head I looked at it; 11:15.

So the time had flew by.

I flicked a brown strand of hair out of my face and closed my notebook and textbook, letting out a sigh. My brain hurt from all of the bright lights now being switched on and from the things I had learned in the such short period of time.

Kids filed out of the room as I quickly stuffed my pencil in my jacket pocket and stuffed my bright yellow notebook, named Social Studies, into my black shoulder-bag and placed below my seat. You see, my fourth hour class was only half done. To get all the kids into lunch before we leave school, the seventh graders, kids my age, had to have their classes cut into two parts. But if you’re the lucky eighth and sixth graders that attended you didn’t have to go until one of your hours ended and come back to a new one.

Yes, I was in seventh grade. It was weird at my school. I had only one friend, Ally, and I still barely talked to her, seeing as she had  more friends than I did.

My teacher’s voice snapped me out of my thoughts, “Though, I enjoy your silent company, go on to lunch before I lock you in.” The masculine voice of my Social Studies teacher called to me from the door. I noticed I was the only one in the dark, empty, room, and let a small sheepish smile as well as a small blush coat my face before pushing myself from my warm seat and jogging out of the door.

“Sorry,” I said quietly, feeling a bit bad to keep my teacher from his social time.

“You’re fine, it locks from the outside anyway,” He smirked at me and I pouted, not liking my brain dead moment to be used to someone elses advantage. I should have remembered that.

Before I could retort and earn myself a sarcastic reply from my teacher I was almost knocked over as Ally glomped me. “I missed you,” Ally cried into my shoulder as my smirking Social Studies teacher stalked off down the hallway, still smirking. I watched him walk in the swarm of children released from Com. Arts, the class next to us, and present himself into the Science room where he disappeared behind a cement wall. I glared at my teacher's back, before turning, and pushing Ally by the shoulders, so that she walked backwards into the math room.

“Missed you, too, Ally.” I said into her ear making her flinch and punch me in the arm, my breath must have tickled her bare neck. Smirking at Ally, I changed my gaze to ahead of me, and I called out, “Mrs. Labheart! What did my trouble maker get on her test?”

My math teacher glanced at me from her swivel chair that was in front of her mini-fridge as she pulled out her lunch, getting ready to chow-down with my other seventh grade teachers as they probably talked about how annoying we are. A few kids scattered around the room were finishing a few problems on their worksheets before running out of the room, to lunch.

“What do you think, Ally, should I tell her?” Mrs. Labheart asked Ally with a brow raised, displaying her food on her desk to make sure she had everything.

“I say, tell me!” I cut in as Ally blushed and shook her head violently, making the tail of her hair shake violently as well.

Mrs. Labheart gave me a fake defeated look as I walked over and sat on the corner of her desk, “Well, I have to have permission from the owner so,” she shrugged. “Sorry,” she told me with no apologetic meaning in her voice.

“I need you to turn around for a second,” I told my teacher slyly, as I let my hand glide casually from my side, and finger the tests we did yesterday.