Trying the OC aspect out. Real development, character portraying, and snarky personality portrayal. Warning, crude humor, cursing, and hints of crankiness from OC. Review if you'd like.

Let me introduce myself.

I am Justine. It plays along the definition of 'just' and 'true'. All levels of sincerity would not compromise on how I was a freaking liar. It all started with that silly line relaying on 'who stole the freaking cookies' to 'who the hell stole 20 dollars from my pocket'. I was a liar as you would label and proud.

Ha.

I am completely normal in most senses, besides my healthy ambition towards Naruto. Lets just say the fandom and I am best buddies.

Today I am moving.

Fuuuuuu- all kinds of duck. Lets start with the normal process. Express tearful goodbyes to crowd of friends...um-NO. My friends are douches. I said I was moving... their reaction? ._. Kay...bye.

PURE DOUCHES.

No I don't do drugs or get high off prescription medicines. Thats fucking dumb. The strongest thing I've smelled is white-out and that is weak as a twig.

I'm a boring person. The most exciting that's ever happened to me was when I got a godforsaken bright red scarf for my birthday- and that was a year ago. Now pause and laugh at my pathetic self. Ha. ROFL.

I have horrible hair. It's short and sticks everywhere, including my neck. That is why it is dyed a horrendous pink (SHIVER) and has terrible old brown streaks from my normal hair.

Lets just say a permanent dare gone wrong. I can never die my hair again from that experience.

I straighten it everyday and try to hide the brown streaks under clumps of bright pink. My eyes are brown-poop brown so don't make me say 'OMGS it's chocolate, rich and mofo sexy' because it's not. I'm not white-strawberry-rainbow color haired. That's horrifying. No genetic logic whatsoever. And looks like unicorn shit.

I dont have boobs. IM FLAT AS A BOARD. Ironing board. Whatever.

I hate people in general. There so ANNOYING. Pfft? Friends? I got a fanclub, bitch please.

I do like drawing, a Japanese heaven snacky dubbed Pocky, and ninjas. No not the typical ninja uniform with clothing designed to make you look like a burglar, but the bright orange jumpsuit kind with cheeky blue eyes and sun kissed skin. Naruto ninjas.

As I was saying before rant and rant, I am moving.

No.

I don't want typical love school, highschool drama. I want to curl up in my freaking pajamas and sleep for three hours straight at home. Alone. Squidward style.

Great.

Currently, my body was lazily curled up on the couch eating some good mofo chips. Barbeque, if you'd like to know.I was currently contemplating my situation, staring at my bid luggage. It was UGLY.

Then, hell.

"Oh my dear sister... time too go~" my sister. Iris. A freaking eye part. bane of my existence.

After that brief, little tidbit of information- Crash!

I forget.

My sister is the clumsiest, stupidest person I have ever known in my entire life. She compensates for that by having red hair and mofo clear, sky blue eyes. She is pretty. Why? Blame genetics. And my stellar model parents.

How come I didn't get their looks? Freaking stupid genetics.

I jumped off the couch, sighing.

Good lot of help that'll do. I shoved the luggage under my arm, quietly treading down the stairs.

I whistled in the car as we rolled up to the driveway to the new quaint little house we owned.

Pulling up my luggage, I slid out of my seat opening the smelled better at least. And yes. I'm so ninja that I can smell the FUCKING air.

Sweet holy grail. Momma smiled at me, million dollar like while Iris was rubbing the cuts on her thigh from tripping on a pebble. Dad was on his phone, unraveling his keys from the christening load of metal in his never ending pocket.

"Now, Justine. Do you want to take out the garbage today, or greet the new neighbors?"I opened my mouth immediately.

"Garbage."

No way in h-e- double hockey stick am I meeting NEW people. (Shiver)

Momma frowned, sighing. She brushed her strawberry blonde (GENETICS I TELL YOU) hair through her fingers, slipping into a faux smile.

"Mom, can I go?" Iris smiled sweetly, pressing her fingers to her dimples. Momma grinned, nodding. "Sure sweetie." Iris scuffled off to the house next door, and I watched her knock swiftly on the white door.

I hauled car garbage from the seats, pausing as I saw a hint of a person crawl up a two story house to the perch of a window with a black and red book.

I'm going to count that as a hallucination. I ain't getting paid enough for this. Allowances can only do so much.

I threw the trash bag over my shoulder, but before I swear I saw purple hair.

Another hallucination. Level up.

END

Note: i seriously don't know anymore. I wanted to break from the norm and have NORMAL person go to Norris. No kunochi shiz or next ninja. Just a sarcastic, cranky girl with bad hair dye. And a cynical pesonality.

Note: no romance till a long time. If you want some be patient. If you can't wait, GTFO.

Note: pocky is a Japanese snack, coming in as a pouch in a cardboard box with cutesy pink designs on. It has cream on one side of the stick(cracker snax) and is often used in pocky kiss gag where a boyandgirl or boyboy try to to get the longer end of the stick while inadvertedly kissing. Naruto is a popular anime/manga based on traditional Japanese ninja probably set up during the Japanese feudal era. The main protanagist is a young boy name Naruto Uzumaki who has a monster sealed up in his stomach. His dream is to become Hokage, a leader of Konohagakure, village hidden in the leaves.

Note: If you are unfamiliar with any term in the story, as Luka Megurine insists, go google it!