Demon
I am a demon. At least, that's what everybody says. I don't really know what it means, but it must be bad. Why else would everybody look at me like that?
Demons are evil. That's all I know. I was born on an evil day. October tenth. That's when the Kyuubi attacked. Is it my fault? Is that why eveyone hates me?
Eyes
Today was my first day at the academy. Jiji got me in a couple of years early. He says that since I'm all alone I should learn to take care of myself, but I'm not alone. I have him, and the big white walls that listen and the eyes. Lots and lots of eyes.
Like Them
I'm going to hell. That's what one of the senseis said to me. I don't know why, so I asked him. He looked at me funny and walked away.
Senseis don't say that to other students. They play with them, and teach them stuff, and smile real big cresent moon smiles.
We're not learning how to fight yet. The senseis say that since we're still small we should learn normal stuff first, like how to read and write. I was confused. How come no one else can read?
The lesson was boring because all the teacher could talk about was A. A, A, A, he wrote all over the board, and lots of words that start with it. I fell asleep and the sensei got real mad. He hit me on the head and told me to read what was on the board.
Andy and Amy ate apples, I read. He looked at me real mad and gave me detention. Everyone else was looking at me mad too. I heard someone say, Know it all. Do they hate me because I'm smart?
Maybe if I'm dumb like them they'll like me. Tomorrow, I'll be dumb like them.
(Author's Note: As the summary said, this is a series of vignettes, or short stories that take a snapshot of a moment in time. It's not in chronoligical order, and there's no plot. Just some ideas of what Naruto might have been going through as a child.)