This is a high school fiction about teens that face the everyday drama. They share their thoughts in a journal/diary.
Not a good summary, but read if you want too.
Rated M: Languages, Cutting, Fights, Lemon, Anxiety, Teens, Drama, Romance
Warning: Grammatical and Spelling Errors.
Thoughts of Uzumaki Naruto
I'm Uzumaki Naruto. Don't expect hey from me. But anyways I am currently 17 years old. I was born on the night of October… the 10th. My hair is a yellowish/gold; however you want to put it. I have three long scars on the side of my cheeks; it distinguishes me from everyone else. I have s tan color, my eyes are big and very blue, but it's bright. My height is 6ft. I have a flat stomach, pecks and muscles.
I saw an empty book on the floor one day, so I decided to take it home with me. I have no idea why… At first I didn't bother with it, I just threw it on my room floor, which to mention I've slipped on that same book several times. But I finally decide to write in it; to share my thoughts…
Name: Uzumaki Naruto
Birthday: October 10th
Languages spoken: Many
The girl I pretended to be in love with, well I was in love with her during grade 3-7, Haruno Sakura, had shattered, or a pretend shattered, my heart once again… by calling me a loser and then punching me in the face. I played it off as if it was a joke, but I'm getting tired of her hits and insults. Sometimes I ask myself:
"Why do I even tolerate this stupid bitch?"
But it's all part of my mask.
Sometimes I just want to shout at her…
"You're a bitch nobody likes you just like Monday's"
Ha, I just did a simile.
I crack myself up.
Sometimes I confuse myself though.
I've never told anyone, not even my best friend. Okay, Mr. Book, don't you ever, ever-ever and I mean NEVER EVER tell anyone this. NEVER! This is between me, my thoughts and you Mr. Book.
I cut myself for the fun of it.
I know, I know… big mouth, hyper, outgoing, cuts his self for the fun of it? Crazy
I've been doing this since I was 8.
The only visible scars on me are my cheeks. Yeah I did them, but people think it's a tattoo… jackasses. How is that even possible? But anyways, I cut myself in the same place more than one time and I also cut myself on the sole of my palms, you know like the lines. Call me crazy all you want, but it's a thrill.
But I have to go…
Sleep awaits me…
Okay readers, this is a new story. I was writing this in class. And if you guys ever read any of my stories, such as We Belong Together, Think About it or My dearest brother, you'll realize that these are stories that actually happen to people in this world. So I try to write about those types of stories, because this is reality and some readers might actually feel connected to the story, because they may either no someone who is going through these same problems. But I also give an anime twist to it.
But this story is basically saying; you think you no someone, but you really don't. Don't judge a book by its cover. And yeah, you should get the moral when it comes. But I hope you readers will enjoy it.