Title: Hello, Konaha High

Summary: I sighed slowly, not expecting what to expect on my first day of school tomorrow. New girls, new guys, new classes, new teachers… New possibilities.


Her voice was a tad louder then I would have liked.

I pushed her face away from mine and said,

"1) Don't say anyone's name like that. Ever again.

2) We're not going to be 'Alone' because there are about a billion people at this mall.

And 3) Neji. Your boyfriend. Is staring at you right now… You should be embarrassed."

Tenten glanced at the Hyuuga boy and laughed awkwardly. I looked at Sasuke quickly hoping he hadn't heard any of that. He had. Oh crap.


Saturday had come. The dreaded day of me having to actually talk to the young Uchiha. My shoulders slumped as I sat on my bed waiting for him to arrive. To be honest with myself, I was truly excited. Somebody had told me that Sasuke was one of the most liked people at school. Sure, no one would dare talk to him, but they would always glance his way.

I'm not going to disagree. Uchiha Sasuke is hot.


"He's here!" I thought to myself, but then caught myself smiling.

I exited my room to see Miwa-Chan opening the door and him coming inside.

I blushed and walked down the steps, hoping not to trip and fall. I didn't look straight at him but tried to walk with confidence.

I stopped awkwardly in front of him and said, "hi."

He looked at me and said, "Is that what you're wearing?"

I could kill him. I lightly punched him in the arm and walked out the front door towards his car. I waited in the cool leather seats and noticed the smell of mint in the car. It baffled me that this car smelled like mint since there was no air freshener of any sort.

The door to my right opened and the tall teen got in. He put the keys into the ignition and immediately the radio came on.


At first the mall was awkward. I did not know where to go and it was clear that he did not either.

"Are you hungry?" I asked him.

"Didn't you just have breakfast?" he asked me back.

"Like, 2 hours ago!" I made a face at him as if he should have known me better then that.

I could hear him sigh as he looked at me. "Would you like to get something to eat?" his voice almost seemed annoyed.

Hearing the annoyance in his voice I immediately stopped trying to be playful. "Um…. No. Nevermind. I can eat when I get home."

A small awkward silence overcame us until I spotted a shop with dresses hanging on the back wall. "In there." I demanded and pointed in the direction of the store.

"You know, it would be easier to do this if you weren't so fat," that voice said as we exited the store.

"Hey! It is not my fault if the zipper won't zip up when it gets to my boobs!" I could feel him tense up at my use of the word 'boobs', "And it is not my fault if they don't offer a tailoring service there!"

"You could easily send it somewhere to have them alter it" he said, looking away from my face.

"Not with material that was like that!" I protested again, "I wouldn't be caught dead wearing it!"

"Look who's a little rich girl now." His voice was sarcastic and cold.

I remembered when I first went to his home and told him about how I didn't like how 'rich people don't make their own money'.

I froze and thought about a rebuttal. "Well sometimes a girl has to get things off her mind."

He looked at me unbelievingly.

"And hey! I worked hard on that dress that Naruto ruined!" That got him. He agreed with me there was another silence.


Eventually we found a store that sold a great deal of gowns and I spent a good lifetime in there.

"It's so pretty!" I exclaimed as the shop worker handed me a deep red dress.

"I thought you said your mom was going to wear a red dress so you didn't want to," Sasuke stated from the seat in the change room.

"Yeah… I know but," I started and drifted off my words. I leapt into the change room and a good minute or so later I jumped out, "it's so pretty!"

"You said that," Sasuke was turned to the other amount of dresses I had tried on and he took a glance at me. He immediately looked away but then did a double take.

I raised an eyebrow as to what he was doing but then saw a faint expression of 'wow' on his face. I blushed suddenly, thinking I was just seeing things. My voice lowered, "it is pretty, right?" I started to question my own thoughts and turned around to see myself in the mirror, so that I would not have to look at the Uchiha that was now standing behind me.

"I think you should try a different colour."

I shifted my eyes to his so that we were staring at each other through the mimicking glass.

To behonest, I had no clue what to do at that moment. "yes, you're right. No. I like this colour. Maybe I could try a different colour. Just nod? What the heck do I do?"

There was something about the boy who was now standing in my open dressing room with me that made me speechless.

"Maybe…" I smiled and left to find the clerk.

"Maybe? What the hell is maybe? Is that even a good answer? F my life." I sighed and rolled my eyes to see the clerk in front of me.

"Excuse me, are there any other colours of this dress?" I smiled politely and waited for a response.

She turned around with a slight "Hm" sound and started to look me up and down. "Yes! I do believe we have that dress in green, purple and yellow!"

I thanked her and told her she did not have to find them for me.

That's when I saw it. A horrible flash of red hair entering the store.



Guess who!

This is Marta Uzumaki! See Ya!

"To the world you may be one person. But to one person you may be the world."