Some one to talk to. IntroKonoha High, the classes, the teachers, I dislike them all. The studens just make things worse. A few are ok but i dont get along with the others.Some one to talk to. Intro7 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Im heading for first period. English with Minato-sensei. Hes Naruto's father. I walked into the classroom and took my seat. Sasuke Uchiha on my left side and Haku on my right. Sasuke is my best friend and the handsome heir of the Uchiha Clan. I can always talk to him about things. Haku, thought looks like a girl, is a boy. He sometimes talks to me.
It would be a while for Minata-sensei to enter the class so the other started talking. Sasuke turned to me.
"Hi Puppy-chan, Did you have a good morning?"
Im glad he cares but i hate when he asks me questions like that.
I glanced at him.
"I really don't want to talk about it. At least not now." I had a terrible morning.
He opened his mouth to say something, but-
"Sorry Im late!!-"
"Naruto!! You should know by now he comes later than you"
"Sorry Sakura-chan, I forget things"
Some one to talk to. 51Back at school it was lunch time.Some one to talk to. 517 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
All day I've been thinking about Sasuke and how strange hes been acting.
Should I be worried?
I've decided, for today, I shall have lunch with Naruto.
Maybe I can get some information out of him
I put a smile on my face and waved to him.
Happily prancing over to him, I could see a smile on his face. Just like the one Sai always has plastered on his face.
He's hidding something.
"How was your day?"
"Naruto-kun, I need to ask you something really important"
"Well, Sasuke's been acting weird lately and its got me kinda worried"
"Hmm...You mean he didnt tell you-"
"Didnt tell me what!?"
He picked up his lunch and walked away. I got up and followed him.
"What are you talking about?"
"If he hasnt told you, I shouldnt."
He's keeping secrets from me again...
Stalemate 3 :RussiaxUSxUK Fic:Stalemate 3 :RussiaxUSxUK Fic:6 years ago in Historical More Like This
It was always three days, wasn't it?
Alfred had waited three days and yet nothing. The prickly stubble began to grow like patches of scratchy weeds on his face, and his eyes were bloodshot and dreary. He had continued to come into the briefing room, half-listen to the days news and come home at night to a frosty beer from his empty refrigerator. All the while, the words that dropped from his mouth were cold and unfeeling. Ever since the night, he had felt a callus grow over his soul that detached his usually energetic zest from him. Every day was like a boring sitcom without a laugh track. He watched himself move from location to location and speak unenthusiastically about broken promises to himself. Win this war, he said quietly, We'll preserve the freedom of this great place.
All the while, he would silently watch the phone in hopes of some outside salvation from this nightmare he had created for himself. It had all been because of his weakness this happened at all
Stalemate :APH RussiaxUS:Stalemate :APH RussiaxUS:6 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It was a cold winter night when it all began. A chilly American was wrapped up tight in his sweater, his hands covered in wool-lined leather gloves and his neck in a thick flag-print scarf, made from yarn. It had been his Christmas present last year, for times such as this when he had to venture out to a late night diner, snagging some food before he turned in for the evening.
These days were stressful. Ever since the war had ended, Russia was a hot button for him. They were so close geographically and yet as people, so far. He was in the allies at one point but in the end, his statements had all been true. He was loyal to himself, not any other faction.
Both of them had bombs. He had been thinking a lot about that. These days his citizens were only somewhat aware of the situation, thankfully the media hadn't picked up on the White House whispers quite yet. Needless to say, he had been making many trips to 24 hour dives in the weeks past.
His house was maybe three blocks from that plac
--I Kissed a Girl-- I kissed a girl--I Kissed a Girl--7 years ago in Teen More Like This
Music sounded from the other room as Kanae cleaned his bathroom, most likely turned on by the most unhelpful helper on the face of the planet.
Zane had shown up about two hours ago at Kanae's doorstep, soaking wet and looking similar to a drowned cat. He even had the whiskers to add to the effect. Not joking, they were done in pink marker. He hadnt decided to divulge into how they got there, though Kanae had an educated guess that he had fallen asleep in a public place.
Before the disruption Kanae had decided to take the day to clean his house before his mother got home- as a surprise for her- and he had no intention of letting a stray white
Stalemate 2 :APH RussiaxUS:Stalemate 2 :APH RussiaxUS:6 years ago in Historical More Like This
America's hand stood poised over the phone, his blue eyes fixated on it's off-white color. His eyes blurred and then focused, in and out, using his glasses as aid. In the end, he drew his hand back from the object and placed both of them in his lap, his bottom positioned on the end of his king-sized bed. He frowned, looking aimlessly among the carpeting in his bedroom, his mind wandering a thousand miles away from his head, into a less secure location.
It had been two days since he had seen Russia last. Negotiations weren't going well, and the White Houses eye was fixated on him, watching him carefully. He, too, watched. Every day he showed up to the briefing room was a battle inside of himself, fussing over every lead given to them, they treated every threat as if it were an invasion. He lost track of how many times the Anti-Aircraft Sirens blared during the week, but their low-pitched hums seemed to drive out any rational thought within him.
It was late and he had intended on calling
The Crimson Cold"Sir? Sir!"The Crimson Cold6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
A large man was slumped in a straight-backed chair, resting his head in one of his hands. The other hand rapped impatiently on the enormous desk in front of him. He seemed to not even acknowledge his being addressed, or even the presence of the small group of men standing before him. One of the men in the group, the man who had just addressed the man at the desk, cleared his throat.
"Sir," he began again, "sir, your orders?"
The large man slowly lifted his head out of his hands, his silvery hair brushing away to reveal a pair of violet eyes. The man shifted to view the group more closely. The man was silent for a few moments before casting his gaze to the side to a large window. "It is becoming cold again, da?"
The group of men looked at each other before glancing back at the man at the desk in confusion. "Sir," the first man spoke with a new edge in his voice, "your orders."
"I can hear them," the silver haired man mumbled to no one in particular as he continued to gaze ou
IruNaru VS KakaNaru"Iruka-sensei!!" shouted Naruto, he was on the floor and looking up at the brunette who was apparently dazed, and he had good reason to be, for only moments before where they found themselves now, Naruto had run straight into Iruka and fallen over from the impact..IruNaru VS KakaNaru8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Naruto-- where are you off to in such a hurry?" asked the chuunin, who was now rubbing his head lightly and watching the blonde stand up again "I wanted to talk to Kakashi-sensei about a mission!" replied Naruto with excitement pulsing into his voice, now
on his feet and smiling up at his former-sensei with that fox-like grin he had quite often.
Iruka blinekd a few times 'A mission?' he thought, watching as the hyperactive Genin bent down to pick up some papers he had been carrying before he'd fallen onto the floor 'I didnt know he had a mission..'
At that Naruto smiled and stood back up straight with the papers in his hands, and as if he had read Iruka's mind he replied with possibly even more excitement than before "It's
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Light streamed in from the large window on the right, illuminating the plain, white-washed walls of the plain room. The gentle hum of the electrical equipment, coupled with the beep of the heart monitor made for a faux melody to those with an imagination and a lot of free time.
It just so happened that Alfred F. Jones had both.
In the last few weeks, he had been staying at a hospital in up-state New York. Because of his military status, he was granted his own, private hospital room. It was lonely, but he preferred it this way. There were no distractions, and certainly, writing a novel of the perfect assault needed plenty of concentration to orchestrate onto paper.
Alfred ate his breakfast, as he did every morning, while his good arm was busy whittling away at the graphite of his pencil, which sat near a worn notebook of paper of which he had filled around 20 pages with nearly illegible scribbling. Despite his condition and his immense dedication to this mystery notebook, he seemed chip
War Torn Heart"What a long horrible day." Ivan sighed as he sat down on a bench. He leaned back and looked up at the warm sun then closed his eyes. "I wish it is always this warm." He muttered to himself. As he leaned back forward he heard a familiar plop sound. "Not again." He sighed. He looked down and sitting in his lap was his heart. As he was about to put his heart back he stopped for a moment to look at it. He never noticed how beat up it was. Some parts of it where scarred and bruised and it seemed to be struggling to keep going. "Is it really beaten up this bad?" he wondered "I remember it was in a lot better shape, but that was a long time ago when I opened my heart to everyone. Before they betrayed me." His face saddened at these thoughts. He continued to stare at it thinking it could stop any second now.War Torn Heart6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Hey what are you looking at Ivan?" "I know that voice." Ivan thought as he looked up. Alfred was standing right in front of him. As
Some one to talk to. 8I headed to my car and got in.Some one to talk to. 87 years ago in Teen More Like This
I hope shes ok.
I closed the front door and walked in.
It was quiet. My mother must have left again. She always did that when she got sick of fighting with my father.
I dropped my things. went to my room & shut the door.
The door opened. My father stood there.
He walked towards my bed. And pulled the sheets off.
I backed up.
"Wh...What are you doing?"
He crawled onto my bed and tugged at my clothes.
I tried to fight back but he put all his weight on my back my sitting on me. Ripping my clothes off.
That night my father raped me.
Some one to talk to. 14She got off the couch and walked towards me.Some one to talk to. 147 years ago in Teen More Like This
This cant be good
Sasoto hasnt shown up for two days in a row.
Maybe i did ruin my re+lationship with her
I let out a sigh.
Just then the classroom door opened.
Sasoto came in.
She sat next to me.
Minato-senei walked over.
"Sasoto, my I speak with you"
She nodded and they left the room.
"You've been absent from school alot lately and when your here none of your homework is done"
I didnt reply.
"And thse marks on your body. Bruises and scars. Is something going on at home"
"No. Its nothing to worry about"
I went back into the classroom and sat next to Sasuke.
I hate it when people ask so many questions.