The Notebook

Entry One

Title: Da RULES!

Written By: Strawberry_Shortcakes1

They're simple, really.

First rule is: Don't lose this notebook. It's something of a case study for me, you know. I can't have sufficient data if the data itself is corrupted.

Second rule: Don't lose this notebook. It's something of a senior project for me. Worth four hundred points. One hundred per quarter. It's serious jizz.

Third rule: Don't lose this notebook. Writing your real name along with your gossip will surely get someone suspended. The notebook will be forever erased from the halls of the Konoha Academy Seniors. And guess what? I also lose 400 points.

They're simple, really.

(P.S.: Since this is for my grade, though, and is needed for my graduation, I'll need this back sometime before the end of the year. I think asking some of you to return this everyday in Room 346 is too much to ask. How about at the end of each week? Month? Whichever, I just need this shit back.)

Strawberry

Entry Two

Title: Sweet Serendipity

Written By: BlondeBomb31

Ah-HA! God, this is so freaking exciting.

I've been waiting forever for something like this, you know? Gossip is great and everything but just telling it to someone will surely lead back to me. And, believe it or not, I'd rather not be the center of this high school's universe at all times.

I need a break every once and a while.

I mean, god, whoever's notebook this is is in for one helluva A plus. They're lucky I found this, since now every person worth knowing in this school will be writing in it. You're smart to leave it by my locker. I'll excuse you for being a creep and knowing where my locker was, exactly, but, then again, who doesn't know where my locker is?

Ha. I crack myself up sometimes.

Well, time to lay down what I know.

Ami and Kiba hook up in the South Auditorium every Thursday in between fourth and fifth period. Ami says that it's only a quickie and something to keep her energized throughout the day, but, honestly, I think that it's been going on for longer than something that can be justified as hooking up. They're probably serious, and if not serious, they're just really committed fuck buddies. We'll see how long it is until they're an item.

Also on the hook up list: Neji and the girl with the twin buns, Naruto and Karin (two stupids do not make for smart sex, you guys), Tsunade-sama's personal assistant and Kakashi, and Asuma-sensei and Kurenai-sensei. None of those are really new news, but, hey, while I'm on the tangent.

Next topic of business.

Kakashi-sensei definitely reads porn. Check for yourself if you don't believe me. During yesterday's Trig test, I went up to ask a question. As always, he was buried into that little red book of his. This time, before he had the chance to slip it suavely into his pocket, I managed to get a peek of the page. Two chicks, one dick. Must I say anything else?

Tsunade-sama's boobs: I think they're real. I mean, she cannot possibly have enough money to pay for a boob job that great—you know, no homo and all, but fake breasts do not jiggle like hers—being a principal and all.

Everything else is kind of common knowledge. Neji's cousin still has, like, the hugest crush on Naruto. I don't get it at all. He's so stupid and we all know that the Hyuugas are so prim and proper. Why would she torture herself to even begin to fantasize about the idea of being with him?

Whatever. She'll learn soon enough.

Gai-sensei and Lee definitely are planning to take over the world. Nobody can be that happy all the freaking time. I think they're plotting a secret takeover of the whole school.

You better watch out,

BB31

Entry Three

Title: Lemme Get a Joint

Written By: Band_Geek1o1

This little experiment seems very interesting, Strawberry. I'll be glad to help you. :D

I think that this is something like a public diary for all of KA's seniors. It's not as private as your own journal, but gives you the same anonymity as the internet does. I like that. And, since I kind of have no friends here, I have no one to share my hearsay with anyway.

Rumor has it that Anko-sensei and Orochimaru-sama used to have this 'thing'. However putrid that thought is, I don't have a problem believing it. Perhaps it's just the fact that I get the same vibe from both of them. Whenever Anko smiles that grin of hers, I feel as if she is verging on homicidal. Whoever put her in charge of the Music Department is an idiot. She can't tell a B natural from a B flat.

Other than that, I have nothing more interesting. I mean, sure, there's this girl, Kin, who plays flute in the band. She wanted me to tell you people that just because she's from Sound, it doesn't mean that she smokes pot. She totally resents one her stepbrother for painting a poor picture of everyone from there. Just because he inhales weed, pot, crack, and coke like its oxygen, it doesn't mean that she does, too.

Geek1o1

Entry Four

Title: A Piece of Advice

Written By: S _ Bastardly

This is asking for trouble. I gather that the purpose of the project is to understand how anonymity affects how much people are willing to reveal about themselves, correct?

The thing is, anonymity only hides so much, and, really, we're all high school students. Sure, people can make statuses and tweets as much as they want but when it comes to pens and pencils and a notebook, something is going to go wrong. Someone will say the wrong thing, or place this in the wrong place, and all hell will break loose.

I understand that this is worth over half of your final grade and can keep you from graduating, but I'm sure there are other ways to test this theory. Only three entries in, and three teachers have been accused, and BB has already gone so far as to put Tsunade-sama into this.

Strawberry, I highly recommend you stop this while you're ahead. Do another project. This is a bad idea.

Bastard

Entry Five

Title: PARTY POOPER!

Written By: RamenGod10

What a LOSER! Geez, someone has his fucking thong stuck in between his balls! Dude, this is just for fun; I'm glad you can recognize the fact that you're a bastard, Bastardly!

We are responsible young adults and can handle our business! Who are you, sir, to tell me that my ramen is too hot to swallow? It's best hot, kind sir, thanks.

Gah, just mind your own goddamn business. Everyone loves gossip and it's even better when you know that you can talk about whatever the hell you want, help someone get a good grade, and bash teachers while at it! It's a win-win-win situation, if you ask me. You're such a damn Negative Nancy.

How can you not notice that you'll be doing the better thing for human kind just by writing a few words that don't make you seem like an ass? It's a big school, buddy, try and hunt me down if you want, but I doubt you'll find me, cowboy. Hold your horses.

Okay. Okay. Let me calm down; I got way too into that.

Inhale.

…

Exhale.

ALL RIGHT, SO WHOEVER SAID THAT NARUTO AND KARIN HOOK UP IS ON SOME SICK NEW DRUG THAT ISN'T YET IN STORES! What in the world where you smoking BB? Why would someone even think of screwing with that four-eyed walking STD machine? Gah, who wants to sign their life away to AIDs at age fucking 18? Not me, kthanxbai, and deffo not Naruto. He's smarter than that, believe it.

I mean, Karin is just nasty. Sick nasty. Suigetsu told me the other day, while at her house, that she just put way too much make up on and apparently missed the mouth area and, lo and behold, six herpes bumps. Around her mouth. Come on now. That's just garbage. She makes out with garbage.

Sigh. What other dirty stuff do I—

OH WAIT.

Hehehe. I feel so terrible writing this down, buuuut, my pencil is already a-scribbling, so, here I go.

I play football, which naturally involves me in locker room habits. Us guys play around and make farting noises and talk about girls in our underwear. It's just what we do. While I was making the usual rounds around the locker room in nothing but a towel—cuz I can pull it off with my foxy ass—and I happen to pass by Sai's little area.

We all know Sai. That emotionless, tough looking Emo guy that seems to attract girls just as well as Sasuke can. He's untouchable. Talk about how pale he is and he'll call you dickless. He'll do it. Trust me. He's so douche baggy that he has the whole team scared shitless of him. No one knows why, but no one wants to challenge that. Everyone just leaves Sai alone because he obviously has issues. Deep issues.

But what I see when I stroll on past his darkened corner is a little boy, balled up in fetal position, crying as he draws.

He's drawing.

I mean, I'm all for art but, big tough Sai that can kill with just words and evil glares draws and cries in dark corners while doing so? MAN, I feel like I'm betraying him just spewing out his secret like this but I couldn't just hold it in. It was eating me from the inside.

Welp. What's done is done. I can't take it back now. :D

I guess I should return this to 346 now. I think this justifies as the end of the week.

RamenGod

Entry Six

Title: Week 1, Reflection

Written By: Strawberry_Shortcakes1

I'd say I'm surprised, but I'm not. As of now, everyone is doing practically everything I expected them to do. I mean, I didn't count on anyone keeping this journal over the weekend when I just introduced it to the world, and I didn't count on more than one entry per day. Neither has happened, and while I feel super cool with my psychic powers, nothing has swept me off my feet yet.

Maybe it's just the fact that only a few people have written in this, and two of the entries are my own. Only one person, who shall remain nameless, bashed this idea and, while I respect his opinion, I wish they'd keep it to themselves. I'm a big girl, and everyone else who will be receiving the notebook should have the capacity to keep it secret. We can handle ourselves, thank you very much.

Stop being a bastard and get a life. You probably search for people to read them the rules as if they're a bible. Look, we all know they exist. You don't need to watch out for me, or anyone else, because, honestly, you're not looking out for us, and you're not lending us a hand.

I bet you're just looking out for yourself.

And for that, I find you compelling.

Well, my gossip. I have bunches, but I can't let it out. Like BB said, it'll only lead back to me and I don't want that happening. My whole alibi might unravel and I like the comfort that anonymity provides. It's like a big comfy pillow floating in an ocean of white feathers, sailing to nowhere.

This is going to be so legendary.

Strawberry

A/N: I think I read a fic like this a couple years ago, written completely out of notes. It seems like a challenge to tell a story from other perspectives and something other than present, so, I'll see how it goes. :)

Review if you want it continued!

~hotoffthefryer