Prologue

Back at home, people were nicer, sarcasm didn't exist, everyone was shorter, and smiling was as natural as breathing.

Physical contact during disagreements rarely happened unless someone felt like they were in danger and things like food, objects, classes, possessions, professions, job positions, and clothes, had labels. Not people.

So now that I'm on earth, I have to adjust to these weird ways. Not everything I've learned about earth from home has helped me. All I'm able to do with my knowledge so far is answer the questions my teachers ask in class, which is good because school is important and knowing answers builds good relationships with teachers. But making friends, understanding sarcasm, and dealing with rude people…even all the books back at home can't help me do that, and I know for a fact because I memorized every single one page by page.

But here I am, sitting quietly in my first period class, waiting for my teacher to arrive, and listening to the people around me laugh and talk with each other, which is the same exact thing I did yesterday.

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I find it kind of weird that no one wants to talk to me. Yesterday, the teacher introduced me to the class because I'm a new student, and you'd think that would make people want to get to know me, but nope! No one here really seems to care for new people the way my people do back at home and I really really can't understand why! I thought about it for hours yesterday, and I couldn't come up with at least one reason why someone wouldn't want to politely introduce and comfort a person who's been put into a new place that they know nothing about!

"So how do you like it here so far?"

I was startled by the person who decided to turn around and ask me, and I couldn't help but feel nervous because I'd never talked to a student before. And that's kind of sad since you'd think that I would at least meet one student on my first day of school. But like my father says, everything happens for a reason and sometimes even the simplest of things take time.

"It's a nice place", I reply with a smile.

"Where are you from?", she immediately asks afterwards.

I was told that if anyone asked me this question, I had to say the grass village. Lying wasn't something I was used to doing, so when I answered her question, she knew something wasn't right.

"Your accent's kind of...weird", she says as she slightly narrows her ice blue eyes.

"Weird?...Aren't all accents weird?"

She flips her glossy blond ponytail, and laughs a loud, high pitched laugh that causes a few people to look over at us.

Did I really blow my cover that fast? Is she suspicious of me?

"What I meant to say is that the way you talk is different from most people I've met there"

I didn't know how to reply to that, but luckily, the teacher walked in before I could come up with a response.

She greeted us, she told us what we'd be learning, and got right to explaining the lesson.

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The way these people learn is odd, but I can follow along with every step.

"Divide this", she'd say.

"Add this", she's say"

"And graph it like this"

It was all so easy that I wanted to fall asleep. The girl sitting next to me who called my accent weird looked ready to take a nap too.

I caught her staring at me, and when our eyes met, she smiled and turned a pretty shade of pink. This usually happens when people are embarrassed or angry. I didn't know why she would be either one of those things, so I let it go and look back to the board.

For a while, I was pretty well focused on the lesson until a pale, feminine hand with highlighter yellow nail polish placed a ripped sheet of lined paper on my desk.

I flipped the paper over and instantly learned her name, the grade she was in, and her phone number.

I couldn't help but smile. She could possibly be the first friend I'll make here. She seemed pretty interested in getting to know me.

On the other side of the paper, I wrote my name and the grade I was in, but not my phone number. Not that I didn't want to give it to her, I just needed to figure out what it was when I got back to my new home.

When the teacher turned around to write on the board, I handed her the paper slyly.

She read it, smiled, and started writing on it again. Only this time, when she passed the note again, the teacher caught her.

"Would you like to read that out loud?", the teacher questions with a smile as she stares at me.

The whole class stared at me, Ino gave me a nervous look, and I probably looked like a startled deer.

"No...why would I do that?", I ask with a confused look. "That's kind of a ridiculous question"

She frowns and crosses her arms. "I don't appreciate your attitude Mr. Uzumaki", she says, her voice quickly losing patience. "I don't want to have to send you to the principles office on your first day"

I'd never seen the principals office before, but I assumed it would be nice to see even more of the school.

"I wouldn't mind going to the office", I reply. "Besides, I could probably read the book you gave me and figure out the lesson a lot faster than you teach it, so it's not like I'd be behind on anything"

I thought that my honest response wouldn't be taken harshly, but the teacher turned red, people began to whisper and chuckle, and for some reason, I felt like the giant in the room.

"Seems like we have a smart ass in the class", she hisses.

"Um...thanks...I guess?"

I didn't know why she called me a smart donkey, but I assumed being called smart anything was better than being called stupid.

"Get out of my classroom, now", she snaps.

And so I got the out. I didn't really know where to go, but I left.

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I waited in the library for my first period class to end, and when the bell rang, I got up to head to my second period class.

I saw Ino in the hallway, who immediately ran up to me nearly stumbling along the way which could have caused her red plaid skirt to fly up and reveal whatever she was (or wasn't) wearing underneath.

"Are you out of your mind?", she nearly yelled.

Out of my mind? How is that even possible.

"No, not that I'm aware of"

She furrows her brow at me.

"You should have seen how mad she was when you left", she says scoldingly.

"I don't understand why she was so 's her deal?"

"I don't know, but I guess this was all my fault anyways. I heard she was a really strict teacher, I shouldn't have even thought about passing notes in her class", she says with guilt in her voice. "And don't be surprised if your second period teacher asks you to go to the principals office"

"Is going to the principals office...bad?", I ask with a nervous smile.

She rolls her eyes, calls me a jackass, tells me to behave myself, and walks off.

Trying not to worry about anything, I shrug, and keep walking to my class. As I walk past a group of kids, I hear one of them say my name, and then a quite a few not so nice things afterwards.

"That kid is a complete moron. Who gets in trouble on their second day of school?"

"He thinks he's so smart too, acting like he can figure the material out for himself...he doesn't look like he's smart enough to"

Me?! A moron?! That's pretty rude!

"I'm not a moron!", I say as I turn around and face the group of guys who were much bigger than me.

"And I'll have you know I'm perfectly capable of learning things on my own!"

They look down at me for a few seconds, then look away. One of them looks like he's hiding the urge to laugh. I don't know what's so funny to him, or why he and his friends wouldn't acknowledge me...or why they'd judge me so quickly...or why they looked so damn mean!

"Hey! I'm talking to all of you!", I yell at them.

One of them, the one with the most hostile, grey eyes I'd ever seen in my 1000 years of living, turns around and glares at me.

"We know you're talking to us, but do you know that we don't care to hear your annoying voice?"

My mind went blank. I didn't know what to say to that pale skinned, ghostly looking asshole. Mostly because no one had ever been so disrespectful to me.

"Aw, did we hurt your feelings?", the tannest one of the group asks.

He had the same spiky hair and cold eyes as the silent guy that stood next to him. They nearly looked similar only the quiet one's hair resembled the back of a ducks butt, and wasn't pulled back in a ponytail. He also looked a lot colder than his ponytail wearing friend. But even if this suspiciously quiet jerk were to insult my entire family, I wouldn't dare tell him that his hair reminded me of a birds ass. He seemed like the type of guy who'd kill someone without hesitating.

"Yes!", I snap at them.

They laughed, the bell rang, and before I could even throw an insult at them, they walked away.

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Like Ino warned me, my second period teacher told me I was wanted in the office, so for the next ten minutes I had to wait in a little green chair until the principal was done with whatever he was doing. When I heard my name being called, I turned my attention to the direction I heard it from, and saw a man only a little taller than me with tanner skin and brown hair.

"Come with me"

I followed him into his office, sat down, and waited as he pressed a few buttons on his computer.

"So you're name is Naruto Uzumaki and you're new here?"

"Yup", I say with a smile.

"Don't you think it would be best not to get in trouble after only two days of being here?", he grumbles.

"I'm in trouble?"

"Of course you're in trouble"

This time, he raises his voice.

"You passed notes in class, talked back to the teacher, and made her so mad that she kicked you out"

"But she said she might send me to the office, and that honestly didn't sound too bad to me"

The principal sighed, and put his hands on his desk.

"Listen, you don't look like a troublemaker, and it's only your second day, so I'll let you off with a warning", he says tiredly. "But if I see you in here again, I'm not going to be happy"

He dismissed me, I went back to class, and had to spend the entire forty-five minutes being stared at.

Feels like all people have done since I came here is stare at me...and it hasn't been the good kind of staring.

It makes me feel even more like an alien.

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Third period was boring.

Fourth period was boring.

Fifth period was boring.

And now it's lunch.

Like yesterday, I sat alone, watching everyone else talk to their friends. They laugh, they joke around, and they eat peacefully.

Back when I used to go to school on my planet, no one ever sat alone. Even the quietest people had at least one person to sit with.

I sigh, and wonder if anyone will ever notice me, And thankfully, someone did.

"I've heard a lot about you"

I watch as he sits in the seat across from me with a mischievous grin on his face.

"Um...hi?"

He laughs, but I just stare at him.

"I guess I should introduce myself", he says before puffing out his chest. "Kiba Inuzuka" he says proudly as he holds out his fist"

Assuming he wanted a "fist bump", I take my fist, which is much smaller than his, and crash it into his knuckles. It hurt more than I thought it would.

"You know, a lot of people are talking about you", he adds.

"Yeah, I had a feeling"

"But it's not like they're saying really awful things"

I raise my eyebrows in surprise. "Really?"

"Yeah, I mean a lot of people are wondering why you got those whisker marks tattooed to your face and why you talked back to Anko sensei, but other than that some of the things are positive"

"Oh...uh that's good I guess...but these aren't tattoos", I say as I self consciously touch my cheeks. "They're birthmarks"

"Those are some funny lookin' birthmarks", he says as he leans in closer to inspect them.

I'd never thought of my birthmarks as odd, but I could understand where he was coming from. Everyone else around me didn't have birthmarks on their faces that looked like whiskers.

"Anyway, I thought you might've wanted some company", he continued. "You don't mind do you?"

"No", I say excitedly. "Not at all"

We sit and talk...well...it's mostly him doing the talking. He tells me about which people to avoid, which teachers are the nicest, and which bathrooms are the cleanest. Then he starts pointing to tables around the cafeteria, saying some words that I know have bad meanings.

"School obsessed Honors students, art freaks, regular freaks, socially awkward weirdos, trouble makers, sluts, gross people, and the kids that are so smart, so good looking, and so athletic that your self-esteem could drop just by being next to them.

I can't take my eyes off the last table Kiba mentioned, and when I take a closer look, I understood why.

"Those assholes at that table who weren't being so nice to me today", I say as I point at them.

"Who?", he asks curiously.

"The guy with the long brown hair, and the guy sitting next to the guy with the duck-butt hair"

Kiba laughed at my insult. "It kinda does look like a duck's butt", he agrees. "But according to almost every girl in the school, he's the most attractive guy here"

"Really?", I ask out of surprise. "He looks really...not friendly. How could someone be attracted to someone who has that look on their face all the time?"

"I don't know. Girls are into those dark guys with bad attitudes", he grumbles. "He really is a sour person. He only talks to people in his friend group and he's way too cocky"

Sour?...has he tasted him before?

"Who's that pink haired girl that's staring at him all weirdly?", I ask.

"That's Sakura Haruno. She's the smartest girl in the whole school"

"She's...kind of pretty"

"Do yourself a favor and get over whatever it is your feeling towards her. She's been dating Sasuke for two years and she can be a pain in the ass if you talk to her for too long"

"Two years?", I repeat. "That's no big deal"

"To her it is", he says as he rolls his eyes. "And I honestly can't believe that she's still with him. How can the smartest girl in the school be so clueless?"

"What do you mean?"

"Are you blind? how can you not see it?"

I take a good look at the two of them.

She's talking and he's...listening?

"He doesn't really look like he cares about what she's telling him...that dirt bag", I say spitefully.

"Yup. And that's been going on since they started dating"

I keep looking at them carefully, and I still don't understand why he won't listen to her. She's pretty, and she's smart, and she doesn't look mean like him. What in the world is wrong with him?!

"Does he like her?", I finally ask.

He looks at me like I said something wrong.

"Obviously not", he replies in a tone that makes me wish I'd never asked.

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When lunch was over I walked to my next class. I hoped I would see those guys who were mean to me, so I could give them a piece of my mind, but I couldn't find them. It didn't stop be from looking for them next time the bell rang, I kept my eyes pealed, I paid attention to everyone who walked by me, but I could never find them. When the final bell rang, I decided to forget about it.

After holding my pee in for two periods, I decided to go to the restroom. I went to the nice one that Kiba suggested, the one next to the nurses office by the main entrance, and felt a wave of relief when I walked in and saw a row of shiny urinals.

The bathroom was empty for the most part, but as I began to pull down my pants and do my business, I heard the door open. Whoever walked in must've been really friendly because he took the stall next to me. I felt flattered, like maybe he wanted to get to know me, but then he started to peek into my urinal and I wasn't okay with that at all.

"Excuse me, but can you not invade my privacy?", I ask with a frown so he could understand how mad I was.

He's still peeing, but he looks over at me with a smile. "I was just a little curious", he says innocently. "But as I suspected, there wasn't much to look at anyway"

I didn't know what that meant, because there was actually quite a few things he could be looking at, but the friendly smile he wore on his face told me he meant no harm. There was something about it that was a little suspicious though.

I finished peeing, zipped up my pants, and left without saying anything else because today I'd learned a very important lesson: It's sometimes best to keep my mouth shut and walk away.

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