Yo, what's up? mangareader90 here, (yes the M is not capitalized even though it is at the beginning of the sentence because I don't want to confuse anyone) and this is a special update for many reasons. This will not be long though because I have homework to do. My weekend is shot: F*** you Trigonometry. Let's get this show on the road!

"Hey, did you hear about-"

"So, everyone is gossiping about-"

"Did you hear the news?"

"Some new kid-"

"There's going to be a new kid-"

"-sent on a scholarship for art, I think."

"Boy? Girl? Who knows?"

"Grade level? I dunno."

I'm sick of it. All this talk, all this gossip, about someone who we don't even know. I don't even like new people; I always feel intimidated whenever new kids came into my life. What if they replaced me? What if people liked them more? What if they didn't like me? Why would I care? Why should I care?

Anyway, I decided to not listen to anymore conversation about it. It was the end of the day, two weeks after the Christmas fiasco and five days after Sammy dearest's blackmail. I have done my best to avoid Sasori during this time. Dear Gosh it was awful. One time he tried to talk to me when there was no one else in the house. I ended up lying about how I had to go to work.

Not that it was any better at school, considering that people who went here were also at the Christmas party that night. Naruto was especially brutal. Don't get me wrong, he's a sweet kid, but even Hinata could tell I was getting p*ssed off by the questions he was asking. "Manga, you and Sasori dating yet?" "Manga, you practice kissing with Sasori again?" I swear if anyone besides Naruto asked that...

Then there was Sasuke. That little b*st*rd. He was relentless about it, poking fun at me, saying how he was surprised Sasori didn't puke after the kiss. I ended up hitting him, though. Because, unlike Naruto, Sasuke did mean to be a little b*st*rd. Karin did not say anything so far. It was very unsettling.

"Hey, nerd," Karin said. Speak of the devil. I haven't talked to her since the time I told her I didn't care abut what she thought of who Sam dated. She didn't have anyone around her, and even though it was a stupid mistake of me to do so, I walked over to her.

"Yo," I greeted. I didn't bother to smile. If she wanted one she was gonna have to work for one. Not that she would.

"About Calculus homework..." Karin started out, but I held up a hand.

"I didn't understand it. Lo siento, pero no lo siento," I said. She looked confused. Ah, that's right. Karin also did not take Spanish; she opted out for French because the people who chose that class got to go to Paris for Spring Break.

"What?"

"Loosely translated: I'm sorry, but I'm not sorry. Anyway, I gotta go. I have stuff to do at home-" I cut myself off, realizing that no one else besides me and Sasori would be home tonight.

Sam was off finding more things to blackmail people with and she brought Itachi with her; Shiro and Matsuri were at the movies; Pein and Konan were doing something lovey dovey; Kisame was swimming; Hidan was off on a date with some random chick that he's been dating a while, but never bothered to tell us (supposedly she will be coming to our school soon); Deidara was at an art show; Madara and Tobi were at a candy store...apparently Madara likes candy a lot; and Zetsu and Kakuzu were doing whatever wherever. I did not want to go home an have an awkward confrontation with Sasori. I couldn't go see Tyler though: he was out partying.

"But what?" Karin asked, a hand placed on he hips. I shook my head.

"Nothing. I just...I just need to go somewhere alone where only me and my thoughts exist," I muttered.

"Whatever...but...the library at Itachi's college, well, no one goes to it. You could get lost there," Karin muttered the ending, and I looked at her with widened eyes.

"Karin...are you sharing information with me? Wait a minute, how do you know about that?" I asked, thinking about how she worded it as the college Itachi went to, not as the college that Sam went to, or the college that the Akatsuki went to.

"None of your bees-wax how I know it! Just, whatever! I'm going to find someone smart to help me with my Calculus," Karin stormed off, her face flushed. Huh. I saw the nice side of her for once. I smiled to myself, thinking about what she said. Well, it beat being home alone with Sasori.

I headed out the school doors and towards my car. When I got in my car and started it, a song came on that I really liked: Uprising by the Muse. I smiled, the chorus beginning, and I began to sing along as I left the school.

"They will not force us, they will stop degrading us. They will not control us. We will be victorious."

We will be victorious, that's one thing I'm certain of.

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"Erm, I wanted to know if I could maybe read here," I murmured, shifting around uneasily beneath the librarian's stare. It was a male. I am terrified of humans, especially humans of the opposite sex. The librarian smiled at me, nodding his head and pointing at the clock behind him.

"We often close at 9:00. You have quite some time until then, but I'm afraid that I'm unable to allow you to check out books. In other words, you'll have to stay and read here. Sorry about that," his words seemed sincere, but I didn't have the courage to dignify them with more words. I simply nodded and hurried off, dashing among the bookshelf that no one was near. I seemed to be in the poetry section. Huh.

I scanned the names, searching for Robert Frost. I don't like many poets, but he earned my respect with the "The Road Not Taken" poem. I feel that  he was telling the reader that although he chose the road less taken, he was happy. Sure, the road less traveled is supposed to symbolize the events of something viewed as "unfit, wrong, or immoral" in society's views, but it all comes down to if you like society or not. And me? I think society is stupid, a complete waste of thought. The life I'm given...I refuse to let it be someone else's.

I finally found one by him, memorized where it was removed it from the shelf, and started towards a back room where there were bound to be tables. I was correct, and lucky me, there was only one other person in the whole library. He was leaning back in his chair, feet propped up on the table, a book in front of his face. He could have a late class that he was studying for. I didn't really care.

I sat two rows away from him, quietly pulling out a chair to sit down on. I opened the book, chose a title, and read.

A voice said, look me in the stars

And tell me truly, mean of Earth, If all the soul-and-body scars

Were not too much to pay for birth.

Hmm. Not my favorite poem of his, but I still like it. It's pretty deep in meaning, and it makes the reader think. However, it is fairly short (although that's nothing bad) and the result of the reader's thought is often leaning more towards: no. They should think yes automatically, but that isn't in our nature. Why? Who knows?

Before I could move on, I felt a hand clamp onto my shoulder. I froze up, peering at the person who gazed down at me. No. No f***ing way.

"Funny meeting you here. I'm glad though. We can talk."

"I'm really okay. Actually, I should get going back to the base...I have homework and stuff-"

"No. Sit down, let's talk."

"Sasori, I'm not in the mood."

"Manga. Sam was locked into a room with Itachi because she avoided him for so long. She accepted it and talked to him. What makes the situation with us any different?"

"Because, unlike Sam, I'm a coward," I quickly sprinted away before he could register what was happening, placed the book back where I had found it, and fast-walked out of the library.

Yeah, I was a coward. Before I arrived to my car I saw Hidan smiling sweetly (wow, never thought I would see the day) at some girl. I only saw the back of her head, but she seemed familiar. I didn't have any time to think about it. Sasori was coming out of the library as well.

Man, I hope Sam and Shiro weren't in this much trouble. Knowing them, though, they could be in jail for setting fire to Karin's apartment. Again.