Go Away, Sasori-sensei! (discontinued, sorry comrades :c )

Go Away, Sasori-sensei!

This really sucks...starting junior year at a new high school without knowing a single person. I'm here now: Aoki High School. Why? For their fantastic education and art classes. Unfortunately at my old school, my friends had 'accidentally' trashed the art room (clay on the potter's wheel flying everywhere that broke windows and other fragile objects, breaking the faucet making water go everywhere, and the kiln exploding, setting off the fire alarm.) Now, all of them are currently in some special juvenile detention classes for God knows how long.

Bzzzt.

Oh, my phone. I lazily took it out of my back pocket and checked it.

They're about to take our phones away right now. Before they do, I just wanted to say that we really miss you, Misaki. Of course, I miss you the most. I really hope I can see you again soon. Stay strong. -Deidara

Awww... I miss him---I mean, them already. A small tear formed at the end of my left eye. I'll miss Deidara the long blond haired idiot the most, though.

Guess I have go play 'Miss Loner' until they come back

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In actuality, the classes here are actually pretty nice in Aoki High School. The kids aren't that troublesome and the teachers teach in a skilled manner. Sadly, I, Misaki Ichikatsu, have not been acquainted by anyone, yet. I got a few 'check her outs' from guys, though none of them really said 'hi' to me. I'm so lonely....

I'm making my way to art class (my last period of the day) right now. Whether I'm alone or with someone, art is fun to me. Sigh. Too bad the art room from my last school is currently in a massive wreck...

The art room I'm in at this moment is probably the cleanest art room that I've ever seen in my entire life. There was no paint on the walls or floor, or even a single scrap of paper or trash on the ground. Maybe that's because it's the first day, but oh, well... I decided to take a seat down in the third row, closest to the window (three rows, with multiple tables in each row).I wonder where the teacher is... I don't see anyone who might be the teacher.

Ring~!

A guy (about my age) with slicked back scarlet-red hair and lazy chocolate eyes went to the front of the room. He wore khakis with no wrinkles and a perfectly ironed white button up shirt with a red tie to match his hair.

The guy cleared his throat. "Hello class, I'll be teaching you art this year. I am Sasori-sensei and---."

"Hey! Aren't you kinda young to be a teacher?!" someone interrupted from the class room.

"Is this some kind of joke?!" another person exclaimed.

I was pretty confused too. This guy looked to br just about our age. How can he be our teacher?

"Every year..." he mumbled to himself, irritated. He cleared his throat and raised his voice once again. "Yes, I am your teacher and this is not a joke. I'm 18 years old and I got my teaching degree early. I've been working here for 2 years as an art teacher. I am your superior and don't you forget that. Now, today we'll be..."

He then starts to explain today's agenda. It mostly consists of drawing anything we want by getting a paper at the front table. Guess he was pretty lazy to just come up with that. It's the first day, after all. Following his introduction, he began taking attendance.

A few minutes later, the teacher walked around to monitor what we were doing. I don't think this was my imagination, but I thought I saw him frequently checking out the female students. Looking at their rears as they walked, acting like he was checking out their drawings when in actuality, he was looking down their shirts...stuff like that. Am I the only one who noticed?