Her {Naruto Modern AU}

Hair all tied up

I slowly awake with my head on my desk. I blink lazily, "Did I not go home last night?" I say groggily. I feel my blanket slide off my shoulders. Aw, someone checked on me. They should have fucking  woke me up. I wiggle the mouse of my computer and look at the time. 7:30 am. My eyes widen as I scramble for my things. I go in my cabinet and find an old stick of deodorant and applied that shit vigorously. I say fuck it to going home and changing so get my stuff and scamper out the back door. I make a b-line for the coffee shop because I literally feel this day going horribly already. I feel it in my big toe. I order a double shot of espresso with chocolate flavoring. I walk the rest of the way to school scowling internally and externally. 

When I get to school, I dig my homework that was due today and put it in my bag. I finish my coffee as I enter first period language. I toss the cup in the garbage can and sit next to Haruno. I get out the homework and all the necessary to be ready for class. "What dumpster did you crawl out of today? You look like shit," I hear a high-pitched hiss. I see Haruno glaring at me up and down. I shrug my shoulders. I look at my reflection and smooth down my hair and shrug. I face the front and pull out a piece of loose leaf paper. I mindlessly doodle little cacti and clouds for a good 10 minutes.

The bell rings and the teacher walks in. The class all stands up and I stand up after. Then they all bow and I do too. I sit down confused of why the extra effort. Anko-sensei starts a lecture over writing. I pay attention but don't bother taking notes since I know this already. "How arrogant do you have to be to not even take notes in an advanced class," I hear Haruno whisper loudly.

"I know, right? She might not even know how  to fucking write. She even looks dumb," the Yamanaka girl whispers back. They are whispering pretty loudly so it's clear they want me to hear. I roll my eyes, not even looking at them. I'm refuse to stoop to their level. They're just being petty.

"Today, your assignment is to write an expository story and identify the elements you used in it. You may work in groups of 2 and 1 group of three because of the odd number," she announces as she sits down at her desk, probably grading papers. I look around for anyone I know and I don't. No one from the organization is in this class. I shrug and pull out my headphones, phone, pencil and 3 sheets of notebook paper. I shove one earbud in my ear and put my playlist on shuffle. I place my phone in a desk compartment and think of an expository topic.

I decide on the benefits and cons of having a specialized school. Like those schools that exclusively for the arts or sciences. Something I personally find interesting. "I've seen a few loner kids who go out of their way to act all quiet and mysterious but she takes the cake. Probably some coping mechanism for her chronic bad self esteem or something like that," I hear someone snicker. "If I looked like that I would have a shit self esteem too," I turn my music up a little louder. I honestly don't know what the hell their problem is that they find it necessary to try and bully me and frankly I don't care. I don't have time for that bullshit.

I continue writing my paper, basically stringing ideas into sentences and sentences into paragraphs. My writing never has had any kind of plan or structure, my papers are basically my train of thought. I mean it never failed me before, so why change because I'm here? I feel a tap on my shoulder, I pause my music and look up. Anko sensei is standing with her arms crossed, her face almost worried. "Do you not have a group?" I shake my head. "Would you like one?" I shake my head again. "Okay, if you change your mind just ask," she say as she returns to her desk. Working in groups is definitely not my strong point. In groups, you have to trust to trust that others with take care of their shit properly. And groups projects tend to not end not go my way.  My way is always right. And I hate not getting my way.

I finish writing and skim through it, looking for the elements I used as well as grammar and spelling errors. I find a few misspellings and highlight the key elements of the paper. I number the highlighted sections and number a separate sheet of paper. I write the category of the sections highlighted such as using only third person point of view and presenting both side of the argument since it would make it a persuasive paper if I only told one side. I place the assignment in my bag and dig out a stick of gum. Mint. I grin internally, my old habit is kicking in.