For the rest of that night, Aiko kept glancing and side-eying at me, like she's watching me. I still don't know what I've done wrong in my short time here. But she still keeps training with me so I could actually pass my graduation exams.
She said all I needed was two clones to pass the exams. And guess what? I could make one and a half.
I know one and a half clones doesn't make sense, but basically, I have one very normal looking clone, then the second one ends up looking discombobulated and can't even move. It's like a dummy. I gotta work on that.
The other students are still scared of me. Some of them glare at me in the halls or outside, or some of them call me a freak. I really do hate that word.
I've heard that basic saying, "Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words may never hurt me," a million times by my mother. If I were to tell her about what those kids call me, she would say that exact quote. But she isn't here to say it to me when I need it.
My dad would probably tell me to start punching them, but they're frightened enough by me. Why would I make them be even more afraid of me?
Anyways, it's the day before the graduation ceremony. That means I'll have to do a different kind of studying tonight. I'm not reading from a textbook or looking at my notes to study- I'll be studying for a jutsu. That's new.
I was seated quietly at my desk, minding my own business when I felt something hit me on the side of my head. The object landed on the desk, and it was a crumbled up piece of paper.
I hold it in my hand and look over to where it came from and saw the girls I accidentally threw into the wall giggling to each other. They were like the Plastics in this new world of mine.
After unraveling the paper, I saw one big word filling up the entire page. Ha! The joke's on them! I can't even read!
I chuckled to myself, crumpled back up the paper and threw back at the three girls. Their looks were somewhere between shocked and disappointed. Looks like they failed to get a rise out of me.
Our teacher, or sensei, Iruka, busted through the door with the boy in the orange suit, Naruto, tied up in rope. From what I've observed, he's a bit of a troublemaker.
"I'm at the end of my rope here, Naruto!" Iruke yelled. Ha. So punny. "You've failed the graduation exam last year and the year before that and you're messing up again!"
In response, Naruto stubbornly turned his head and let out a little, "Hmph!"
I rule exploded. "Fine! Since you missed it Naruto, everyone will review the transformation jutsu!"
Sweet niblets.
Everyone else in the class felt the same way. The room became filled with 'aws' and complaints and whining. Despite our reluctancy, we all got up and went into a line. The people around decided to make me feel even worse about myself by distancing themselves by a few more inches than everyone else. Thanks.
"Alright, Sakura here," the pink haired girl said. She's one of Sasuke's obsessed minions. "Let's do it! Transform!"
She did her hand sands and in a puff of smoke, an Iruka appeared.
"Transformed into me?" Iruka questioned. "Good."
Once she transformed back to her normal state, Iruka called up Sasuke Uchiha. Another bully.
He as well transformed into Iruka, and Naruto was called up next. I could hear that lazy boy with the ponytail, Shikamaru, and that blonde girl, Ino, whining to him about something. Blaming him for us having to take this unnecessary review.

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Iris [Naruto Fanfiction]
FanfictionIris was happy. She had a lot of friends, a happy family. Everything a 12-year old girl would want. Her favorite hobbies included swimming. But sadly, that particular hobby led to her death. She was drowned. By someone she trusted. She woke up in a...