Hi people! This overly-imaginative story is made up by two 13-year-old Mexicans that love Naruto and had nothing better to do than write this story. Please don't criticize, as this is our first story. I'm Skylynn, your first PoV!

Disclaimer: For the disclaimer we have Sasori of the Red Sand or Akasuna no Sasori!

Me: take it away Pinocchio!

Sasori: I really don't want to do this.

Me: Too bad.

Sasori: Fine, Skylynn and Sam don't have the pleasure of owning Naruto.

Sam: Oh Well….

Chapter 1:What the hell's happening?

"Emo raccoons are a let-down compared to hot ravens!" I yell at Samantha, who pointedly ignored my index finger pointing accusingly at her. I huffed and puffed my chest, infuriated beyond belief at my supposedly best friend.

"You don't know what you're talking about, Sky," she stoically said as a certain Uchiha would. "Red heads are so much more…exotic than dark-haired suicidal teenagers."

I sigh, frustrated at her stubbornness even if I'm pretty unmoving myself."You know what, Sam? Shut up. Just shut up. Let's read some manga before you make me do something that I'll somewhat regret."I say while sitting on her bed, which is really soft by the way. I wanted to bounce on the fluffed pillows, but Sam was already hogging the space, much to my annoying despair.

She just glanced my way as if to say 'whatever' and turned her head once again toward her book. That's right, her book. Grab her book, even touch it and her calm demeanor will quickly turn into a raging riot. As in, get-away-or-I'll-make-your-life-miserable. Sam can be scary when she wants to be. Our months that turned to years of friendship will never change her antisocialness.

Sam glared at me through her curly bangs as I, apparently, got too close to her personal space. Never in life would you find another freak like Sam, the living health-nut. She cleans, she runs, she freaking eats almonds! I have no idea how we met in the first place…

That's when I decided to quit arguing with her before she got sadistic, but that didn't mean I was done without a final comment. I headed into her walk-in closet (which she never really uses) mumbling under my breath, "Sasuke is so much stronger than Gaara…"

And that's when, ladies and possibly a few gentlemen out there, I felt a seriously drop in the temperature and ducked in case the girl with the hard-cover book had gone magical and decided to chuck said object/projectile in the middle of my forehead. But, fate, apparently, had other plans that didn't include a telekinetic, gothic girl. No, instead, my world dropped. And I mean, literately collapsed.

Walls enclosed, the many bookcases Sam owned splintered into small needles, and I found myself screaming my tongue off. In my mind, I mean. Actually, I was frozen with shock, numbness spreading throughout my body like flames eating up chucked wood. I looked at Samantha, the Samantha who's always collected and silent, and saw a reflection of me within her brown eyes. Me, a dark-skinned Mexican who doesn't know how to say even 'my name is' in Spanish.

Then I blacked out.

OoOoOoOoOo A/C

So! What'cha think?

Me- REVIEW PLEEZ!

Sam- Shut up, Sky. Even if this chapr=ter's short, please excuse it; the length will get better as we move along with the story.

Me- DON'T WANNA SHUT UP!

Sasori- You really should….