(SAKURA) Q. WHAT DO YOU DO WITH A DEAD CHEMIST?

[▶ SASUKE]

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[atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,430,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=background,http://i1092.photobucket.com/albums/i417/scraggypantz/bg1.png] SASUKE HATED GOING TO CLASS. IT WASN'T THAT HE WAS A BAD student - actually, he was rather good at the whole "school" thing... Sasuke just hated being cramped in a stuffy classroom, sitting at a tiny little desk- he couldn't even lean back in his chair with these stupid contraptions. To be honest, Sasuke just hated school in general. Not only did he comprehend everything he was being taught in his classes (and had to sit through the pain of having the topics being repeated over and over and over again for those who didn't understand shit about the class), he hated the people he went to school with, aside from a select few, of course. There were only a handful of people Sasuke could tolerate at Konoha High School, and he rarely had a class full of just his friends... which meant Sasuke had to endure entire class periods of girls turning around to stare at him. It was infuriating. Luckily, there were a couple girls at Konoha High School who didn't think of him as a piece of meat. Last period classes were always the worst, in Sasuke's opinion. They were shortly after lunch, and directly before the joy of leaving school for the day. Why it had to be Chemistry as the last subject of the day, Sasuke had no idea. To him, it was the absolute worst; the teacher hadn't even walked into the classroom and Sasuke was already bored. At least by sitting in the back, the teacher couldn't see Sasuke's total lack of attention. Though, with his A in the class, Sasuke was sure he could get away with just about anything - within reason, of course. Sasuke stretched his arms over his head and groaned. "Could this class really get any worse?" he mumbled, laying his head down on the cold desk. Sasuke doodled lightly on the desk - he wasn't much of an artist, but he had mad stick figure skills, which was quite apparent on his desk. Sasuke looked up slightly when he heard the door of the classroom open. "Looks like Dr. Boring is here," he muttered, reaching into his backpack oh-so-uncomfortably to grab his notebook. It was rather torn up - obviously from being thrown into his backpack in hate so many times - and Sasuke was pretty sure it had more beautiful stick figures in it than chemistry notes, but he figured at least taking it out would make it look like he cared. Sasuke sighed and picked his head up, and rested his chin in his right palm (he was left-handed, for those who weren't aware).

[SAKURA]

theres a thunder in our hearts baby

so much hate for the ones we love

TAG: SAUCE-KAY OUTFIT: UNIFORM~ ONE LAST THING: NOTES.

sakura loved school; it was a place she could go and be with her friends, and it was a place where she could fill her brain to the brim. she loved learning, just the feeling of new information being processed into her mind was so enjoyable to her, it always had been. she had favorite classes like every other person, and she had her least favourite, but she excelled in most of her classes. she always favoured maths, literature's, and all history classes. math was simple to her, she could process the numbers quickly and usually her answers were either right or close to right. in literature classes, it was simple, with all the reading and wording of things. history classes was her all time high; she both loved it and was excellent in it. history had always been the class for her, she loved learning of the past and of all these past civilisations.

her least favourite classes would forever involve sciences. science classes were out to get her. so, when she found chemistry on her schedule for the year, she was both ecstatic and mad. you see, for chemistry, you must be good in math, and she was, but chemistry was still scientific based. she knew this class would be hell for her at the beginning of the year, and it was. but it had gotten easier once she got the hang of it. she had chemistry at the very end of the day, which was horrible timing considering her dislike of it, but she was still managing to pass with flying colors. so, as her day that day progressed, she had dreaded going to her last period class. she had stayed up late the night before working on a project for school. now, she never procrastinated, but it wasn't her fault! naruto had her hanging out with her everyday, so she always skipped out on homework and did it in the morning before school. she was a morning person; she was always up early, singing at the top of her lungs to her radio. she always had extra time, especially because she had to go next door and wake up naruto everyday.

entering her chemistry class, she took her seat in the back, right next to a brooding sasuke uchiha, whom looked like somebody had pissed in his cheerios. she understood why; neither him nor naruto enjoyed school. pulling out her notebooks; one for notes and the other for doodling and writing. she had these seperate notebooks out for a reason, she knew she would get tired of listening to the teacher drone on and on about chemistry and she'd start writing lyrics and poems, or doodle cute little cartoons concerning herself and her friends. sometimes even boring teachers killed her attention, she was not supersakura. glancing up as she heard the door creak open, she sighed as the teacher stepped in. pulling her pen from her backpack, she leaned her head into her left hand. she was sitting to the left of sasuke and almost in the middle of the back of the classroom, she could still see the board clearly. reaching over, pen in hand, she jabbed sasuke in the shoulder, smirking. she crossed her right leg over her left, then whispered,"oi, make sure to pay attention, you. i can't do all the work myself." her eyes still trained on the board and she pulled her arm back to rest in her lap.

tell me that we both matter dont we

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