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The warm south wind gently blew a breeze to the quiet island of La Palma. The sound of the sea and the chirping of birds filled the air. Dawn broke on the horizon and bathed the boarding school in a warm red-orange hue. Somewhere a cockatoo screeched and announced the dawning in its own way. Everything seemed to be still asleep and enjoying the beauty and harmony of nature. Until suddenly the iron gate of the Konoha Hills opened and a black limousine drove into the courtyard. A first class luxury car, something very seldom seen in Santa Cruz. After the car had stopped right in front of the main building, a man in a fine black suit got out, hurried around the car and opened the door on the other side. Helpful and very gentlemanly, he stretched out his hand and bowed slightly. An annoyed sigh could be heard from inside the car. Two slender legs, followed by a graceful body, swung elegantly out of it. Slowly and deliberately ignoring the suit wearer, the young woman took a few steps towards the old building, which rose to a truly majestic beauty in the light of the morning sun. The brown-haired woman glided with interest over the area of ​​the Konha Hills. Not a single human soul was to be seen, so that it seemed deserted. This is exactly what the complex looked like, thought the newcomer and cast a scrutinizing look at the old walls of the boarding school, which was already overgrown with ivy and other greenery. Nevertheless, it was not at all repulsive, rather it gave the whole thing its own charm and got the imagination of every artist running.
Still ignoring the young man in the Armanian suit, she looked at the watch that adorned her left wrist, which automatically caught her eye on the tattooed incoming water lily, a sign that for her the significance of the transience of every living being carried. Her mind wandered home to her beloved Manhattan, where her family lived. Well, her true family, which the Rainhearts definitely didn't belong to, although she still liked her stepbrother, unlike Charlotte, who lived up to the stereotype of a wicked stepsister. She thought of her stepfather, who had forbidden her to fly here with an ordinary airplane and instead she was still a private jet, a limousine - as he had arranged for the island of La Palma, which is far from civilization Has equipped a puzzle dog and a personal lap dog. After all, she should pay homage to her family's name. That she didn't even have her stepfather's name hadn't mattered to either him or her mother. Coming back to the present, the young non-Rainheart took another look at her watch, tapping her toes a little impatiently. She had actually been promised to see her on arrival. It wouldn't be that she would be a shame to register at the secretariat herself, but then the lap dog would probably tell at home how unladylike she was once again.With a sideways glance at the chauffeur, she bit her lower lip. Actually, the poor guy couldn't help the fact that her parents - sorry - their mother and their forced stepfather liked to be in the spotlight. He was just doing his job, after all, and wasn't even getting paid properly for it.
"-Good afternoon, Miss Owen, we have been expecting you. Did you have a pleasant journey?"
Squeaking, the 17-year-old jumped to the side and put a hand on her racing heart. With her eyes wide in shock, she started at a woman with short brown hair and equally brown eyes, she estimated her to be in her mid-thirties. Jasmine Owen, whose heart was slowly starting to beat again in its normal rhythm, wondered where the goddamn woman had turned up and how she had managed to approach her unnoticed. She was smiled apologetically at her counterpart. "-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you"
Jazz, still lacking words, just waved it off.
"Well then, my name is Shizune. I am the boarding school secretary. If you have any questions or the like in the future, please feel free to contact me. I will try to help you. If you could follow me now, I would like to Show you the school. But first I will escort you to your room so that you can put your suitcases down. "
Jazz, who had been quietly listening to the overzealous secretary during the flow of speech, nodded hesitantly. Suddenly a thought occurred to her, "-Will I have to share my room with someone?"
Shizune looked at her in surprise, then laughed and turned to leave. "Of course you will. Your roommates arrived yesterday, as did everyone else. So, if you could follow me now?" Sighing, Owen followed her, half-listening to the secretary's never-ending flow of words and of course in tow with her lap dog, which she, for once, left to carry the suitcases. She would have to get used to the "you" first.

"But you didn't have to cut me off. Make out like it never happened and that we were nothing. And I don't even need your love, but you treat me like a stranger ... Somebody I used to know"In a good mood and full of motivation, the newly minted student and prospective elementary school teacher Adrian Niilo Pajula stood in front of the mirror of" his "bathroom and sang the all-too-well-known Gotye hit - if you ignored it, that he shared a room with a certain Uchiha Itachi and a seemingly bad-tempered Giovanni, who had been banging in vain on the bathroom door for ten minutes, cursing Pajula and threatening to break in the door if he didn't open it voluntarily. In the meantime, the Uchiha had made himself comfortable on his bed and was watching what was happening from a safe distance, after all you couldn't know whether the Ribisi would carry out his threat. He didn't want to get into the line of fire and risk being hit by any splinters of wood flying around.Giovanni kicked the door again, cursing. "Dude, I'll just tell you one more time. If you, imaginary puke, don't finally move your fat ass out of there, I'll give you hell! We'll be late because of you, man!"
Adrian, who thought he was safe on the other side of the door, could only shake his head at that and preferred to keep taking care of his head of hair. Clothes and towels were lying around him, puddles of water collected on the floor and both the shower cubicle and the windows were fogged up from the hot haze - unmistakably his work. The Niilo had makeshiftly cleaned the mirror with a used T-shirt. After all, he needed this to style his hair perfectly. Skeptically he examined his reflection in the mirror, improved a little here and there, applied a little more hair gel, until he finally leaned back with a satisfied smile. He had already forgotten the ribisi. He was all the more shocked when the door suddenly flew open with a loud crash and a "Fuck" and Giovanni, boiling with rage, stood across from him. A nasty grin suddenly appeared on his face, so that the otherwise so relaxed Adrian ran cold down his back. "-So so, Niilo. I warned you. But you know how it works. If you don't want to hear, you have to feel, dude."
In the next few seconds Adrian sent prayers of thanks to heaven that a certain angel called Itachi Uchiha had been sent to him, without whom he would probably no longer have had an attractive face and perfectly styled hair ... oh yes, and a life.

Bored, Suhayla sat on a bench in the school yard and watched the people around her. Well, "sitting" is probably not the right expression here. Rather, she was lying on her back with her legs dangling over the armrest. Her blue-gray hair was hanging down and touching the asphalt floor, which apparently didn't bother her. Thoughtfully she sucked and chewed on her cherry tolli and moved the sweet red ball from one cheek to the other. A frustrated sigh followed as she realized that that didn't help the boredom either. And so she dug a square box out of her pocket, which shone brightly in the sunlight and turned out to be her beloved video camera. She had lovingly embellished it with countless stickers after buying it. Now she kept her beloved property a little to herself and began filming her surroundings upside down. "And this is the first promising day at the Konoha Hills, dear people," she commented on her recording with an ironic undertone in her voice. She blinked in surprise when a can of RedBull appeared on the display and beckoned to her. Was her imagination playing tricks on her? Perhaps she should have listened to her mother once and not sat in the blazing sun without covering her head ...
Confused, she looked up from her camera when she suddenly heard someone laugh. Her roommate grinned and held up two cans of RedBull. "Oh man, Andy, you're kidding. Do you have to scare me like that?"Laughing, the Force stretched out their hands for the sweet energy drink. Teasingly held the two cans a little higher, before taking pity on the two months younger and handed her one of the cans. Suhayla grabbed her source of addiction - next to the cherry lollipop - and opened it with a practiced hand movement and brought the opening to her lips to enjoy the cold refreshment. If only there wasn't some gravity, Suhayla would have been completely satisfied. But you can't have everything, can you? And so it happened that the Force, which had apparently forgotten that it was still hanging with its head towards the ground more than it was lying, poured the sweet contents over itself. Squeaking, it jumped up, but slid off the bench and fell to the ground Andy's belly and choked on her own drink, causing a fit of coughing. Su, who looked puzzled for a few seconds, began to laugh too and to roll on the ground. The two apparently did not notice the crooked looks of their classmates. When they finally calmed down after a few minutes, Andy wiped individual tears from her face and held her stomach, which had started to ache with laughter. Shaking her head she said: "Oh Su, you are just the best. You really saved my day."
Grinning, the Force licked its lips and held up its half-empty RedBull can. "Thanks for the inventor of the metal cans ... and um, this heavy