You're A Girl!?! (Sasunaru)

Chapter 2

Chapter 2
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I wasn't quite use to waking up so early. See I'm a very lazy person at heart, and getting up early just for school doesn't make me so happy. I missed the vacations, where I could sleep in whenever I wanted. Woke up and slept whenever I felt like it. Hi did it end so quickly? I lazily got off the bed, and walked to the closest. I stood by the door, and looked at my clothes. I stood there for awhile, staring at the clothing until I finally decided to start looking for something to wear. I sighed and remembered that we had uniforms, I grab a clean pair of clothes, put them on the bed and went to the bathroom. I grabbed my toothbrush and and the tube of paste. I brushed my teeth and looked at myself. I was so tired, I spit in the sink and rinsed my mouth. I splashed water on my face to wake me up a bit, I grabbed my hair brush and untangled my hair. I went to the bedroom and instead of putting on the uniform, I faceplanted the bed. After a few moments, I got up again and put on the clothes. Still choosing to wear pants. I grabbed my backpack and walked out my room. I closed door behind me and went downstairs. My mother made breakfast and my dad was sitting at the dining room.

I sighed and sat down next to them, my mother was surprised to seeing my sitting down at the table, I would usually run from the table, and to the door. "You ok there sport?" My dad asked as he put the newspaper down, I just shrugged. "I'm tired, I'm not use to it. And it's barley the second day of school" . "Don't worry you'll get use to it, I'm still here right." He laughs, I shook my head and smiled.
My mother set the food down, and than sat down with us. I quickly ate my food, what can I say I was hungry. "Naruto!!" My mother yelled at me, I just smirked and quickly ran out the house. I could tell my mother was pissed, she hated it when I would always eat faster than everyone and not wait. I laughed, now I had energy. I saw Konoha High School, in the distance.

I ran towards it, there were kids already entering the school. Which meant the bell was about to ring. As I entered the palace of a school, it seemed as everyone was rushing to get to class. I'm lucky my classroom is downstairs or else I would be running towards my room as well. I walked towards my classroom. I sighed in relief as the bell rang, but either way, Kakashi Sensei is always late for this class. Once I entered I heard a squeal. I looked at the girls, it was me they had goggly eyes for. I saw duck hair, already sitting down. And in the same seat as yesterday. Next to me.

There was a weird pink haired girl looking at me, she had a big forehead, but really pretty green emerald eyes that seemed to distract the forehead. There was another one, I'm guessing that was here friend, she had long blonde hair. I touched mine, for a second. Remembering how long mine was, before I cut it. Almost as long as hers. I missed it. Sometimes I regret cutting it, but short hair is better to manage anyways. I smiled in their direction and waved. They seemed to just blush and turn to one another, they held hands and squealed. I just shook my head. Poor things, don't they know I'm a straight girl?

      I put my head down, than went to sit down. I looked at duck face, I smiled and waved. He looked at me, but he didn't smile. At least he waved back. At least. I grabbed a notebook and pen, I tore out a page, and started writing. Well now, you don't seem to smile a lot do you?. I crumbled the paper and tossed the paper at his desk, he looked at me and I just waved towards the paper, signaling my hand telling him to read it. He un crumbled the paper, he read it for a few seconds. He did than started writing. He quickly tossed it back as soon as the bell rang. I looked down at it. Hn. Was all it said. Jerk. As usual the teacher was late, I wondered what could have been the problem. After a few minutes had passed, he finally showed up. I didn't respond back and just left it at that. I was surprised, did the duck hair really not know I'm a girl. My hand writing was neat and nice, but than again so was his. Still. My figure. My voice, wait. I haven't really spoken to him yet. Or anyone in that matter. Of course.