Everybody's got their problems
Everybody says the same things to you
It's just a matter how you solve them
And knowing how to change the things you've been through
–that ones for me and the reviewers of my last two stories!
Hello! Glad I got your attention lets hope I can keep it….this is my 4th story if u haven't read my other stories some of the things I talk about in the authors note might not make a lot of sense. Also I tend to talk a lot about…um stuff that's important to me. My childhood wasn't too happy but it gives me a different perspective on things.But a lot of reviewers told me I helped them by writing these notes. So if you want to know a little about my life read the notes. If not go ahead and skip this part and please enjoy the story just the same.
But to my old readers! Whatzzzuuppp? Guess what! Im doing a lot better! I mean after what almost 10 years of trying to forget and move on with my life…who da thought all I had to do was write about it? So maybe I haven't "solved" my problems but ya know what? I feel a hell of a lot better!
So I want to keep writing. Don't make me get all mushy on you guys u know I loved/adored/worshiped ur reviews. They make me smile and laugh. So I'm trying another story. This one will be a little different from Angels and Asking it set in the most horrid, dreadful, repulsive place on earth that's right middle school! Where I personally believe children first begin lose their innocents. Oh I should warn you someone is going to find this insulting in fact I'm sure of it. My friends are a combination of people from different groups I love them so much and I won't change them for the world but…. I am going to pick on different types of cliquish groups but only to prove a point…and let me say ahead of time that one word should not define you. The person you are is not just a jock, goth, nerd, fatty, loser or any other word I may use. So try not to get too mad at me ok? I'm just trying to write a story
And in case this isn't obvious I really hated middle school…
Semi inspired by my life but also from my friend Faye-assasin
Summery: AU middle school fic. Bullying goes too far as 3 boys learn that the class loser is not as weak as he appears. When they fail to gain his trust and friendship they are only pulled further into his crazy mixed up world. This is a story of five dozen eggs, cage fighters, and petitions for gay marriage. It's about finding acceptance by letting people know the true you not just the person you try to appear as. And it's about realizing that just because you can't hear them doesn't mean the quiet ones don't have a voice. People who believe otherwise are fools.
Parings: Sasuke x Naruto slight Iruka x Kakashi. I'd like to say if u don't like don't read but most of my fics are based on friendship of the characters so give this story a chance. Im trying my best so please don't just dismiss it for the pairing
Warning: boy friendly relationships, (Elton John said it the best "There's nothing wrong with going to bed with somebody of your own sex... People should be very free with sex - they should draw the line at goats.") Violence oh yes lots and lots of violence, and course language. Characters may be OCC …hey my story my way!
Disclaimer: I got yelled at for not putting one of these up last time. But seriously do u really think I'm the inventor of Naruto? Dude if this was true the series would have gone A LOT DIFFERENTLY starting with Naruto and Sasuke kiss. And also I would never have let Obito Uchiha die…I cried so hard at the scene where the rock and half his face and ahhh so horrible. So it's safe to say I have no financial gains by writing this story. Someone wrote this once but I can't remember who "I am not the owner of Naruto I simply uses them as puppets for my imagination and put them back in naughty positions"
Sticks and Stones
Chapter 1- Things don't always turn out the way we plan
The hardest battle you're ever going to fight
...is the battle to just be you.
"Sticks and stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me!"
Are you sure about that?
Are you sure words are painless? That no one suffers because of ridicule over a name? What if those words were coupled with black eyes and bruises? What if no one ever tried to stop the names or tell you it wasn't true?
Because really, it's only a harmless child's game right?
It's not like he think about it at night, remembering their faces jeering and taunting him while curled around a blanket cocoon himself for safety. No it's not hurting anyone.
That's why no one stood up and said 'stop it.' I mean so what if the kid gets kicked around a little?
Better him then you right?
And look, its not like he's telling them to stop. It's his own fault really, for not sticking up for himself. Words are just words, they mean nothing in less you allow them to. If you think logically about it there will only be more problems if you interfere, it's better to just leave it alone and let it work out it self. Better to just ignore it.
"Words will never hurt me!"
Middle school is the turning point for children. They grow up and start to lose their baby fat but that's not the only thing that changes. Maybe it's the influence of their peers or the sudden change in atmosphere that causes new problems. Old friends are discarded like old toys for new and shiner ones.
Some girls take to wearing short skirts and low shirts. They covered their faces in glitter and heavy make-up as if they're true face was too ugly to show in public. Swarming in-groups of threes and fours; they spend their days complaining about high carbs, starting rumors and gossiping. Only taking time to glance over at the opposite sex to squeal in high-pitched tone.
Boys had their own routine, some became jocks struggling to reach their older teammates skill and ability in order to feel the acceptance of others even if it was only for used to win a game. The knowledge that this will later set them up high school popularity wise was enough to keep pushing for others acknowledge. Others choice the path of a misunderstood goth, blaming their problems on society and wearing only black as if they would burn if any other color touched their skin. They don headphone with heavy metal turned up so high so everyone could hear the guitar solo and a man screaming hate words within a 10-mile radius. The least favorable choice would be a nerd, to be completely absorbed in studies never taking the time to look over his book to interact with others. Of course there were others the loners, the outcasts, and shy ones who could barely say their own name without stuttering. Those that neither boy nor girl would dare befriend in fear of losing their statue.
But there was one boy who was different from the others. There was nothing special about the boy who wore the same over sized orange jacket zipped up to the top with scruffy jeans that appear to swallow his body. He never played any sports, no one ever heard him complain about the big business corrupting the young, and at the most his grades were average. He didn't have any friends and never flirted with the girls, in fact upon questioning no one had ever had ever heard the boy speak more then two words. In appearances he looked average, he was just a boy that didn't like to talk.
His only unique feature was the scars on his cheeks. Three horizontal lines on each cheek starting thin at the corner of his mouth and growing darker as it trailed up his cheekbone. It was just a part of him, after seeing the same lines everyday they seemed to disappears no one ever wondered if they were birthmarks or tattoo.
So even with his unique features the boy managed to blend in with the crowd, just another kid in the background of a school photo. Insignificant. Unimportant. Meaningless.
And maybe he would have been ignored if it weren't for his eyes. One look at those eyes a person would feel as though an ice cube had been dropped down their back. That said person would turn away from the boy's gaze and pretend not to notice that the boy's eyes were dead.
They were dull and emotionless never betraying a thought. He started at people with eyes half-closed as though he was heavily sedated. The fact that there was no emotion attached to whatever he was doing scared people because eyes tell more then a person wishes them too. Wide eyes are surprised, innocent, and naïve. While narrowed eyes show distrust and hatred. Eyes are meant to show the truth (the window to ones soul) so when people see a kid with no apparent emotion in their eyes it's a natural reaction to stay away and be frightful of the person.
Which was fine for the boy. He continued to come to school everyday, never speaking to anyone and would sit in the farthest corner of the classroom out of sight just as he had always done. And this solitary life would have been fine for him because he could wait. Time would go by and he knew eventually things would change all he had to do was wait it out. But things don't always turn out they way we plan.
This is a story of five dozen eggs, cage fighters, and petitions for gay marriage. It's about finding acceptance by letting people knows the true you not just the person you try to appear as.
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Heh I finished the first chapter! Its just an intro ill get to the real story next chapter.ya! im so excited!Cuz ya know what? People say u should write what you know. And I know bullying. I know exactly what it feels like, like getting the shit beat out of you, being ignored when u really need help, and the aftereffects of it all. I know all these things and more so why not write about it? Give people a new view on life. Cuz I know I see things from different angles and just as I know life can suck sometimes it only changes when u change. There always going to be the type of people who don't care what happens to you but at the same time who cares? It's pointless to worry about what people think of you cuz in the end how much do their opinions mean? The people who are there for you right now and generally care about what happens to you. That's what really counts.
And on that note…if find u don't like my story and have the urge to flame me…u can kiss my ass. Like I could give a shit. While its great that people can form their own opinions ill just ignore any mean comments, so u'd be wasting your time trying. I'm going to keep writing what I want cuz it makes me happy and if u have a problem with my happiness then please stop reading my story.