(note: Everything's being edited... every chapter, paragraph, etc. Just keep in mind)
"Naruko! Waaaake uuuup~!"
Okay... as a matter of fact, I was awake; I just happened to be getting dressed.
Let me tell you about myself... basically, I'm just a girl with the Kurama's spirit inside of me. Because of this I'm the most hated person in all of Konoha. Yep, even with my dad, they didn't put the actual attack of the Kurama behind them. And, yes. I was often beaten up by boys and girls alike whenever my dad wasn't around; I even had to go to the hospital every now and again from when the adults joined in. No one ever cared that my father was Minato Namikaze, the 4th Hokage. They just blamed him.
Now, let me explain. When I was born, my mother (who was the previous host) and father had been torn between the decisions of letting my mother die along with the Kurama or letting my dad seal the Kyubi and die along with me mother. They chose neither. My mom decided to seal the Kyuubi within me with all the power she had left, along with part of my dad's power and my father lived to tell the tale. Now the Hokage is weaker, but still on par with being the greatest Shinobi alive. Other then the technicalities of my life, I was a very "beautiful" girl (as my father says), and... oooh! This has gone on long enough; just imagine me blonde with pigtails and curvy, and with a cute face.
I put on my red, flower kimono with long-sleeves and exited my room. My dad always makes me wear this on special occasions, no matter what everyone else will wear to the occasion. Oh, sorry… today's day I become a genin, a beginner ninja. Now, I don't hate the kimono, I just hate wearing it. My boyfriend, Sasuke Uchiha always says I look pretty, and I know he means well, but I really don't think I should wear anything like this to a casual event. Back to the story… jeez I can talk all day long.
"Good, I knew you wouldn't be reluctant to wear that again." said my dad as I walked into the kitchen, "You actually put that on first this time."
"Yeah yeah, could you please just let me wear what I want to wear next time?" I complained.
My dad stared at my fingerless gloves as I sat down on the kitchen table, "Could you please take those off?"
"No!" I said. I showed my anger with a scowl.
"Please?" he said with a puppy dog face.
"Ugh, fine…" I groaned.
"You have such beautiful hands. I wouldn't know why you would want cover them." my dad said as I took off the gloves
"Okay mom."
My dad grunted and spoke again, "This food as been sitting by me for too long. Eat." he said as he placed my food in the middle of my side of the table.