Konoha High School: Junior Year (A Naruto Fan Fiction)

Part I

Author's note: To be perfectly honest, I never anticipated that I'd make a sequel to my fan fiction "Konoha High School (A Naruto Fan Fiction)". While the story was loads of fun to write, I didn't think I'd come back to write a another; however, with all the requests I've been receiving to make a sequel and my own desire to write about my favorite anime again, I'm back!

Thank you all who have read, liked, and commented on my first fan fiction. Without your support, I probably wouldn't be making another.

Once again, the characters are not mine! All rights to the characters go to Misashi Kishimoto. The cover art is not mine either; all rights go to the magnificent artist who created it. The only thing I can take credit for is the manipulation of the characters. This fan fiction does not necessarily pertain to the main story line of Naruto or Naruto Shippuden, so if you don't watch it or you're not up to date, you can still enjoy the story. Do not judge the anime and/or manga based on my fan fiction. Nothing I write can compare to the actual thing.

Without further adieu, I hope you enjoy :)

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Konoha High School: Junior Year

(A Naruto Fan Fiction)

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Part I

~Hinata~

I frown at my closet as I shuffle through the various blouses and dresses hanging from their hangers, unsure exactly what it is I want to wear. Today's a special occasion, so I'd like to look special. The only problem is I don't really have an eye for fashion. All of that has always been way over my head, and I never really cared to learn it anyway.

I sigh and step back from my closet. Maybe I should call Ino. She's much better at these things than I am.

I look at the clock and panic. I'll be late if I don't get a move on and just pick something to wear. I look at my closet again and finally pull out a soft flower print shirt that has always been my one of my favorites. I don't know why I didn't think of wearing it before. It's not like what I'm wearing matters much, anyways. He's never cared much about what I'm wearing. He always says it doesn't matter what I look like as long as I'm me. I smile at the very thought of him.

I run a brush through my long strait indigo hair one last time and look at the mirror. I'm so happy about tonight, I don't think anything could ruin my mood.

I hear a little knock at my bedroom door. "Come in!" I say happily.

Hanabi, my little sister, enters my room. "Hey Hinata, have you seen—" she stops as she sees me, standing in the mirror. "Why do you look so nice?"

"Tonight's the night," I say, smiling ear to ear.

She gasps. Her eyes light up and she smiles excitedly at me. "You mean tonight is-"

"Yes, it is!" I cut her off, my voice getting high from excitement.

"Already, huh?" She says happily as she walks over to give me a hug. I squeeze my little sister tightly. Energy from my excitement and happiness is surging through every part of me. I feel like I can't sit still!

I put on my shoes and excitedly rush down stairs. My parents are in the living room. My father is reading while my mother is filling out paperwork for something. "I'm leaving now!" I say ecstatically to them.

"Leaving? Where are you going?" My father asks.

"Have you forgotten, dear?" My mother says softly to him, not even looking up from her paperwork. "She's got a very important date tonight."