A/N: This is a rewrite of one of my previous stories(Caramelldansen on a Zipline). I wasn't satisfied with it and made many mistakes in storyline and continuity. Therefore, I decided to make a bit more serious and in character. Also, I actually thought the whole story through before deciding to write this. This took WAY too long because: 1) School. Self-explanatory, 2) Marching band, and 3) Procrastination. My apologies. Anyways, enjoy.
DISCLAIMER: Naruto does not belong to me. But I do own an iPod. Yay.
My name is Paula. I am – or was – a freshman in high school. I lived a normal life being my otaku self. I had friends, I was in marching band, I got good grades. But that all changed when I was warped to Konoha.
It all started on a snowy school afternoon - the afternoon of the last day before Christmas break, to be specific. Since I didn't have a ride home from school immediately after school ended, I was supposed to meet my foster parents at the mall near the high school I attended. I was surprised my foster parents had me meet them at the mall. Usually they had me walk home all by myself, and then wait for them at home. They didn't really care about me much, and we never spent much time together. I barely talked to them. So, anyway, I head to the mall, after grabbing all the things I needed for break.
I walked towards the mall angrily grumbling to myself. Of course, the same time my foster parents summoned me to the mall, I had plans with friends. In order to get to the mall on foot from my school, you need to cross the street and then enter a tunnel. Then you would walk up some stairs leading up to a bridge to the mall, just above where the cars drove on the highway. But that day, as I walked through the all-too familiar bridge, something strange happened.
Halfway through, I felt a sudden jolt and found myself about ready to fall off the bridge into traffic. I looked around in a panic, and nobody else was there on the walkway. Nobody had pushed me off, so why was I about to fall to my doom? Then I diverted my attention to the highway which I was standing above, and all the cars had disappeared. What the hell was going on?! It was filled with cars 30 seconds ago!, I thought to myself. I then realized everything was disappearing – the mall, the road, my school – everything. Including the bridge I was standing on. It faded beneath my feet and I fell in a black void of nothingness.
I squeezed my eyes shut as I wondered what the hell was going on. Was I dreaming? I pinched myself. Nothing happened. I finally hit ground after a few moments – I hit the ground HARD. I slowly pried my eyes open to find not pavement, but grass. I looked up and saw that I was in a forest, and the trees had green leaves. But wait – it was wintertime! The last day before Christmas break! The trees weren't evergreen, yet they still were green, as if it were summertime.
There was a different air to this forest. I couldn't really describe it. It wasn't something like if it was humid or dry, that's different. The air just felt...weird. It was quite warm, too, so I took of my jacket and tied it around my waist. I still had my bookbag with me, too. Guess everything I was wearing stayed intact. I grabbed all my stuff and started venturing through the mysterious forest, looking for a town or something that could tell me where the hell I was. But after wandering around for a few hours, before I could find anything, I collapsed. For no apparent reason. While I was unconscious, I heard voices surrounding me.
"What happened to her?" A woman asked, concernedly.
"I'm not sure, but she must have overheated or something. Look, she's not dressed for this weather. Must have wandered here from one of those northern villages. Let's take her back to the village." A grown man, I'd say in his twenties or thirties, replied. And that's all I remember. Little did I know that those two people would share a strong bond with me – a bond that would never be broken.
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A/N: So there's the prologue. Please rate and review, and thanks for reading! Chapter 1 will be up ASAP.
