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Montage should be done away with, thought Sam. Yawning, she stretched and looked through the class with sleepy eyes. There was a usual turmoil shortly before class started. Well, actually the lesson had already started 15 minutes ago, but so far there was no trace of the teacher. However, this fact bothered only a few and so the students made the best of it. Most of them sat on the school desks and tables and talked to each other about the past weekend. Others had made themselves comfortable in their seats with a book or were preparing for the next lesson. Still others were just doing nonsense, be it out of boredom or because they really wanted to let the class clown hang out. Sam smiled and watched the kindergarten in front of her before leaning back and closing her eyes to enjoy the last few minutes before the torment to come. With this volume it would have been almost bearable if a hail of paper balls hadn't suddenly poured over her hair. Annoyed, she lifted an eyelid and gave the culprits a deadly look that could actually have killed if they had been in one of those science fiction films. But the reality was unfortunately different, so that she could only look disgruntled at her tormentors, who held their stomachs and laughed. The Black could only shake her head at such childish behavior. She liked to make jokes herself, but after all, she also knew where the limits were. And their limit was certain Monday mornings when school had started again. A time that she would rather sleep through in her cozy, warm bed. She was just about to start speaking and hold her classmates accountable when suddenly the door opened and the missing teacher rushed into the class. Although his hair was already white, he seemed quite young for a teacher. Sam suspected that he had colored them and estimated him to be 23 years old. Maybe she should do some research. After all, she had already noticed him at the school meeting yesterday and had captured her undivided attention with his casual manner. What was his name again? She thought she remembered the name Hatake, but couldn't think of more at the moment.
When he entered, the class suddenly fell silent. They all moved quickly to their seats and looked up at him expectantly. It was undisputed that this teacher had won the hearts and respect of most students through his simplicity. He sat casually on the edge of the teacher's desk and ran his hand through his hair. A gesture that she would probably see in him again and again. An embarrassed grin crept onto his face and apologetically he said:
"I'm sorry for the delay, guys, but on the way I met a black cat and I had to make a detour. You understand, because of the bad karma ..."Another quality that made him even more personable. Not only that he was probably the only teacher at the school who spoke to his students, no, he was also the only one who was always late and then looked for some fairy tale as an excuse. He was stared at from all sides in disbelief. Some just shook their heads while others giggled softly.
He turned to the blackboard, clearing his throat. "Maybe you still know me from the school assembly. But for the slow thinkers of yours: My name is Kakashi Hatake and I am a trainee lawyer in my first year." to the class.
"I will try to make the lessons as pleasant as possible for you, but that is only possible if you make an effort and cooperate. If you have any questions or-"
Suddenly the Hatake was interrupted during his little speech when the door opened and a blond boy stuck his head in like a hunted animal. The girl stopped, red-faced, and looked guiltily at Hatake, who raised an eyebrow and examined her carefully. Grinning in embarrassment, she rocked on her tiptoes. "Uhm, sorry, but my alarm clock didn't ring again ..."
Kakashi nodded slowly and motioned her head to indicate that she could sit down. "But don't let that become a habit," he said as she walked through the rows with a broad grin and let herself fall next to Sam at the window. This gave her friend a critical look.
"When I woke up, you were already gone, Ena. So tell me, where have you been?" She whispered to her. Leena was about to start talking when she was interrupted by Kakashi. "- I'll tell you later," she hissed, winking at her with a mysterious smile.

Annoyed, Miller leaned against the wall of the girls' dormitory and in frustration let out her pent-up anger in the form of a loud sigh. She clenched her fists angrily, noticing the small round object in her right hand. Her body spasmed and she bit her lower lip to hold back the emerging tears. It just hurt like hell, and Savannah cursed the entire world for the injustice with which it was punished. She remembered the phone call that she had made with her mother a few minutes ago and that, as always, ended in an argument. Once again, her mother was dissatisfied with the decision her eldest daughter had made and actually asked her to come home. Why did she just not understand that it was Savannah's dream, her wish-no, her desire to go to this school? She just wanted to pursue her greatest passion. To dance. Just dance and forget this shitty world around you. Was that asking too much? Why was Emily, her little sister, allowed to do whatever she wanted and was even supported in it, and she herself wasn't?As far back as she could remember, she had to work hard for everything her little dancer's heart desires. She thought of her beloved convertible that she had to leave behind in her native England. How long did it take her to collect the money by doing tedious housework with her mother and then serving as a waiter in a café? Days? Weeks? Or even months? She didn't know anymore, but she was sure that she had been the happiest person in the whole world when she finally had the keys to her dream car in her hand. Even the trip to La Palma she had to finance herself for the most part. She still felt sick at the thought of all the red numbers on the bill. If her grandparents - without her mother's knowledge, of course - hadn't helped her out back then, she probably would never have made it here. She was infinitely grateful to them for that. But that was only a small consolation when she thought that her parents, even her father, had turned against her and refused to support her financially.
She remembered the small object in her hand and raised her closed fist to her face. Almost hesitantly, she opened it and, with eyes veiled by tears, saw the golden ring, which was attached to an equally golden chain. Bitter memories of her past love hit her like a blow in the gut and she suppressed the urge to sob. She thought of her little sister's words. How she always teased her because she still had her ex-boyfriend's ring with her. But how could she throw it away? After all, he had been her first great love. Even if he had hurt her and cheated on her with another girl, there were still fond memories of a time they were together. A time when she was still sure that he would return her love. But that was all in the past now. Forcing herself to think of something else, Miller put the ring back in her jacket pocket. She searched for something until she finally found the pack of cigarettes. She quickly opened it and was relieved to find that she still had a few bars. She carefully plucked one out of its packaging and slipped her hand back into her jacket. Suddenly a startled look fell on her face and she realized with dismay that she was missing something crucial. She cursed indignantly. A Spanish torrent of insults followed shortly before she kicked the wall of the house in despair.
"Are you looking for something?"
Startled, Savannah winced and spun. For a moment she stared into the black earthen opposite before she turned her head and tried to hide the cigarette inconspicuously in the sleeve of her jacket. "-What is that got to do with you, Madara?", She hissed back and looked down. He didn't have to see her tears. The Uchiha's surprising visit was clearly uncomfortable and she was sure that he had seen the cigarette.The Uchiha snorted in amusement and looked at Savannah with narrowed eyes.
"-I don't know either," he chirped innocently. "I just thought you'd miss this." Grinning, he held up a rectangular object that she recognized immediately. "Where from ...?" Her eyes widened and the Uchiha broke out into harsh laughter. "-Where did I get that from?" He finished her question with a nasty grin. "... doesn't matter. Much more important is what the dear headmistress will say when she learns that one of her pupils has brought an illegal item with her to the boarding school." A nasty giggle followed. Furious, she clenched her fists and gritted her teeth. "You ..." she hissed. “Give it back to me right away!” She failed miserably in the attempt to snatch the lighter out of his hand. "Nanana, we don't want to be so angry, do we?" Grinning, he held the said item out of the reach of Miller. His eyes lit up briefly, gleefully. "But ..." he said slowly. "If you don't fly out of school and want your beloved lighter back ... I have an offer for you."
His eyes took on an eerie glow that made it run down her spine as cold as ice.
“How do you want to prove that it's mine?” She grinned sure of victory at him, but he remained calm and turned the lighter in his hand. Savannah's eyes widened in shock when she could decipher her name on them. She would have loved to slap herself.
She hesitated. She should? But what if he actually carried out his threat and went to the headmistress? She knew that Tsunade was a very strict person and that she would not hesitate to kick the Miller out of boarding school for abusing school rules. All the money she put into it would be lost. She thought of her grandparents, who stood behind her and wanted to support her as much as possible. But above all she thought of her parents and her little sister, whom she didn't want to just stand in front of when she screwed