Greetings earthlings and welcome to the weirdness of my imagination.
Summary: I had a quite boring life. That was until I woke in a different world in the body of a blond baby and a whiney perverted fox nagging in my ear.
'Freak' was the word the other kids mostly described me as. I was different and that was a good enough excuse for them. I didn't play children games when I was little, I much preferred to read, watch and listen. Most kids saw me as a snob and bullied me because of it but it didn't affect me. Their insults weren't very original. It didn't help that my dad died before I was born and my mother left me at an orphanage the minute she could. It stayed relatively the same during high school except the torments did hurt a bit more. So because of this I grew tough; learning to fight from a local gym, hanging round with gangs (picking up their language and attitude) and also building my barriers up so I wasn't affected whenever someone tripped me in the hall.
Now I know what you thinking. "Oh great I can see where this is going you Mary-Sue" but you're forgetting a couple of things. For starters I'm not 'So beautiful that the sun never dares to outshine me, with long golden locks and unblemished skin with eyes that change colour with how my mood is, from stormy grey to brilliant pink. Willow like, tall and graceful so all men drool at my feet.' Oh brother… for starters I'm 16 with short black spiky hair with covers my eyes most of the time, pale skin with scars from fighting and no matter how much I toughen up my body I'm still not stick thin. My eyes aren't pink, gold, white or even two different colours but midnight blue which I think is such a boring colour. True I have random bursts of gracefulness but I'm 5ft 1 at the most! Teeny! And the biggest factor is that men drool at my feet? HA! No chance!
So you know a bit about me. Love me; hate me I don't give a damn. The fact is I didn't know how lucky I was in my boring life. Others have it much worse and I feel like a right brat saying my lives boring when someone would die for my place. I remember going to bed after finishing reading a Naruto fanfiction and wishing that something would happen to me. The next thing I know I'm in a different world, a different body (a baby I might add) and in the arms of a guy with blond hair facing one of the most impressive creatures I've ever seen and I'm sure it doesn't exist. How much sugar did I eat before sleeping to see the Nine-tailed demon fox Kyuubi towering above me? Too much I say. How did this happen? Your guess is as good as mine.
And so begins the life of Uzamaki Naruto, formally known as Chloe Thompson, and the craziest dream I've ever had.
And so there is my attempt at fanfiction. Read, Review or pull a face of disgust, close your browser and search through all the SasuNaru pairings. Your choice!
*Jumps in ufo and soars into the sky to torment the people on Marshmellow planet by chucking melted fudge at them*