A new story. It's another OC fanfic. but with Naruto, hope you enjoy reading. I'll see you in the end of this chapter.

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto.

The sound of the axe hitting a body, slashing their skin. The sound of blood hitting the floor, blood splattering all over myself. The sound of killing someone priceless. The way the persons lifeless eyes looks at me as I stab open their bodies, makes me feel sorry for them, but at the same time, makes me feel so alive and great to be me and not them.

My axe hits the male body one last time before ripping it out and spraying blood all over the floor and myself. Stabbing them takes so much work. I drop down to my knees and see the dead body in front of me, a pool of dark blood forms around us and I can see the stabs on his back. Poor man, he didn't do anything wrong. He only murdered his wife, his wife robbed three national banks, and killed thirty civilians.

It was a good thing they didn't have a child. Killing young criminals is a tough thing for me to do, I'm only sixteen. I've killed about twenty kids and nineteen kids my age. Fifteen adults, but adults are like top missions so it's hard to do it, adults know what they are doing, they don't mess up. It's a game of hide-and-seek.

But with me, you'll end up losing for sure. I spy on my target, follow their movements, I've even talked and became friends with one of past targets. What a nice family they were, mom and dad kidnapping. While the ten-year old daughter committed animal cruelty abuse and the fifteen year old son... raped about three adult women repeatedly. They were on the wanted list.

The mans blood touches my hands and I can see his eyelids are still open. With my bloody fingers, I close his eyes forever and dribble his blood on his face. I have a small prayer for him.

May he rest in peace.

May the angels of hell receive him.

May the angels of heaven bless him.

Let his soul rest for good.

Amen.

"BELINDA MAYANA!" I snap my head and see my partner running down the stairs. Her face is flustered and annoyed.

She's carrying a notebook, she always carries her notebook with her. It's to keep track and record everything, I have one too but I only write in it at night. I do carry my backpack with me all the time, as she walks over to me I take out a piece of candy and start eating it. I wiped the blood on my jeans and pop one sour worm in my mouth.

My blank expression makes her even more mad. I suck on another gummy worm and she stands over me and the dead body.

"Belinda. You only need to hit twice! Once the body is dead, you don't need to keep killing them!" she slams her notebook on her thigh and puts her hands on her hips.

I chew loudly and with a loud slurp, I swallow the sour worms. "...So?" she blinks her eyes twice and they become wide.

"BECAUSE IT MAKES MORE OF A MESS!" She throws her arms around in exaggeration. She huff and sighs loudly and walks around the body.

"Who is this?"

"The husband." I shove three more sour worms in my mouth and feel my mouth fill with saliva.

"Are you sure?" she bends down and write some things down. I slurp down the saliva and a bit of worm.

"Yeah, he had a tattoo of his wife's name on his left arm. See?" I take the guy's left arm and out reveals the tattoo. She nods her head and continues writing. I blankly drop the arm and continue eating.

I see her write in her notebook and she ends it quickly. She closes it and stands up, "Okay, help me put the bodies in the bag." she has the bags set up.

I groan but get up. The wife is laying across the room, we start with the husband. I put my bag on their couch and pick up the guy's feet, of course he's heavy but it's nothing major. We move the body where the open bag is and I recap the killings.

I knock on the door. Twice. I hear what appears to be the husband named Mike. But I call him husband, I hear him call out, "Coming!" I can't wait. My partner is standing on a window sill on the second floor of the house, she flashes me her thumb indicating that the window is open. She gets in quietly.

"Hello, may I help you?"

"Yes, I am a sales person and I just want to talk to you about a few things."

"O-Okay. It won't take long will it?"

"Not at all! I just want to tell you what it is and drop a flyer!"

"Okay, come in." he lets me in.

"Thank you!" I step in his house and see his stairs behind us. He sits me down. I have my backpack next to me.

"I'll go get a glass of water for you- uh so what's this sale about?" he heads into the kitchen. I take out my axe.

"Oh we are selling some women's fashion hats for a good cause! Would like to buy one?" I follow him to the kitchen with my axe behind me.

"Sorry, but I have no interest." his back is to me.

On my tip toes, I stand in his kitchen. I see a picture of his wife and watch as he gets cookies out of the cupboard. I tighten the axe around my fingers.

"Are you sure? Buy a pretty hat for a pretty woman... do you have any chocolate cookies? I don't like strawberry..." he doesn't turn around.

"I'll check. And no, I don't have anyone in my life, my wife actually died a few weeks ago." he looks in another cupboard. I keep my stand on his table and ready my axe.

"Oh... how did she die?" I get ready and get on top of the table. I grip my axe more and be quiet. His response is slow but he soon answers.

"... Well she got badly sick and yeah. I got a tattoo of her name on my left arm to remember her." he sets a few cookies on a plate.

"What kind of sick?"

"Just a disease in her stomach... well... she got a stroke."

"So what was it? Stroke or disease?" he doesn't say anything.

"Listen lady, it's none of your busi-" he turns around with the cookies, leaving my drink behind.

"LIAR!" I shout at him and throw my axe at him. He dodges by a split second.

He throws the plate at me, I jump with my foot in the air and kick him to the floor. He punches me in the nose, making me bleed right away he kicks me and gets on top of me now.

"WHAT DO YOU... WANT?! LITTLE... BITCH!" He keeps punching me in my face, stomach, and head. He goes for my hair and feel a few strands pull from my hair.

"AAAH!" I knee him in his junk and pull him to the counter. I send my fist to his jaw. I use the counter as my weapon and bash his head on it.

Blood forming on his face, he catches me off guard and he uses his hands to push my head against the counter. I drop to the floor and feel my blood dripping down my face. I can't react as his hands grabs my head and slams me against a cupboard, feel my face gush out more blood.

He's bashing my head next to where my axe landed, he's too stupid to use it so I grab my axe in between smashes.

"AAAH!" In a quick swipe, I swing my axe towards him and cut his right arm. Enough to have blood splatter all over me and his white cupboards.

I kick him, making him land on the table. And smack the axe to his stomach, his pure red blood jumps out and lands all over him and me he gasps for air. He still has energy left to kick me, sending me to the ground.

He flips himself over on the table, and I see him fall. I regain some sense and watch him try to escape its pathetic, I have him now and he won't escape from me. I touch my numbing face and my hand fills with blood again, I don't care they feel like small cuts.

I get up, see him get to the living room, I laugh, walk to him. He stops trying to crawl away, his eyes filled with tears.

"What do you want from me...?"

"Tell me the truth. Did you kill your wife?"

"I-I don't know what you're talkin' abou-"

"DID YOU MURDER YOU WIFE?!"

"YES! ALRIGHT! HAPPY?! I'M NOT PROUD OF IT!"

"SHOW ME YOUR LEFT ARM." He does. There's a tattoo of his wife's name, Marrie.

"IS MARRIE YOUR WIFE?"

"...YES!" He looks scared. I hold my axe and my grip tightens.

"What are you going to do?"

"I'm going to kill you... rest in peace!"

"No! NOOO-" I cut him off short with my axe.

"Belinda! I found his wife! I FOUND HIS WIFE! UNDER THE FLOOR OF HIS BEDROOM!"

"THAT'S GOOD! I HAVE THE MAN HELD DOWN!" I lie to her and strike my axe for the third time.

"GOOD! DO IT!"

"Belinda! Were you even listening to me?! Earth to Belinda..."

"WHAT. What I miss?" we're both sitting on his couch and she waves his hand at me.

"I have been talking to you! Don't worry, I didn't say a lot just asking you If I should see how much damage you made in the kitchen. Should I?" she has a goofy smile and narrows her eyes at me.

"Well... let's go see."

"Belinda... ohmygosh! What did you do?" we step into the messy kitchen and we try to avoid the cookies on the ground.

Only a few cabinets are lightly sprayed with dry blood, one part of the counter is actually smeared in his blood. My partner runs her fingers over the cabinet where my axe landed, a small hole cut out. She sees a glass of water in the corner of the counter, far away from the mess.

She hands me the glass, "You seem thirsty." I scoff at her but take the glass, I drown the water in seconds water running down my chin. She gets a rag and runs it under the sink.

"Here, wash your hands and I'm gonna use this rag for your face. Do you have any bandages in your bag?"

"Yeah, just a few though. I'm starting to run out."

"I'll go get them." she hurries to get my bag and comes right back. She sets my stuff on the table and takes out the two rolls of bandages and a small bottle of alcohol. My hands are already clean and washed, just my sweater that's in blood.

"Here sit down." I do as she says and sit on the table next to my stuff. She first cleans my face with the wet rag.

It feels cold and I feel my cuts starting to sting. She keeps cleaning my face, I see her set the rag down and it's covered in blood. She goes to the sink again and cleans the rag for the alcohol. She comes back and starts to heal me.

"So," she dabs a bit of alcohol on the rag, "The big day is coming. Are you excited?" she places the rag on my forehead and I feel the sharp pain. I wince loudly, she only puts more pressure.

"Of course I'm not excited! Nor happy. Why, are you?" she cleans my forehead and applies a bandage over my forehead. She applies more alcohol on the rag and puts it on the left side of my forehead.

"I mean, I'm not but I'm kinda excited for my life... to actually start. We spent all our childhood years and half our teenage years killing wanted criminals, it's time for us to have our 'normal' life." she applies a bandage to my other wound and start on my cheek.

"Especially you! You're only sixteen! Sixteen and an assassinator?" She applies the last few bandages and checks my nose.

"Is your nose okay?"

"Yeah, and besides, we work for the government! Who would give up that job?!" she cleans my nose as I talk and puts away everything. I feel the thick bandages on my forehead and I feel tired.

"Okay Belinda, we don't actually work for the government! Our bosses work with the government, we were just trained under the government! Along with five hundred other people!"

"Yeah but out of those five hundred, we were the best." she smiles as she puts away my stuff.

"True, but if it wasn't for my mother I would never have done this! Your only better than me because you have no parents to begin with! You grew up with estranged people millions of miles away! I don't know maybe ir's just me but I actually want to have a normal life like my dad... finally be able to meet him." she closes my bag and sits next to me.

She fixes her ponytail and keeps talking, "My parents are divorced. My mother- who is one of our bosses wanted me to do this, I only got to talk to my dad through phone calls and now that our bosses are letting us go I might have a chance to actually meet my father... be normal and spend time with. If you weren't here, you'd be at a foster home reading or being the unpopular, geeky girl!" she sighs and just stares at me.

"Yeah... but," I don't go on. We both know it, but to remind her again would pain me. She looks at me and wants me to go on.

"Joselyn, you do know that your mother is sending us to a school made for us. Right?" Joselyn, my partner and friend nods her but she smiles big.

"I don't mind that! It's better for us! We'll be able to make new friends who are like us! We won't be total outcasts because of who we are, or what we have been through! And my mom told me that there are SOME kids like us. Most are normal, but I'm excited. Aren't you?"

"..." I put my head down and not say a word. She holds my head and asks again.

"Why are you not excited? You should be the most excited, you're gonna get to meet your adoptive parents, and your sister for the first time!"

"Well, I'm not like you! I don't think I'll become sociable like that!" I snap my fingers at her and go on, "Why didn't my adoptive parents meet me when they first got me? I only know that they also used to do work like us, AND that they do have a daughter the same age as me, the only other thing I know is that their daughter did training but never did any missions, they wanted me to do them. But, also your mom and my other boss. See, you still got to be protected I. HAD. TO. PROTECT. MYSELF."

"But-"

"No! That's why I don't want to leave! I grew up liking this job, liking this lifestyle! And I don't want to change it! You know, every Sunday when your mom took you for diner I always stayed to train more. I... envied you! Your saying that your mom forced you and all that, but I HAD NO choice since I was born! I will be happy for you, and be supportive of you but... I don't think I'm ready. Just needed you to know that."

I get off the table and walk to the living room with my bag. She follows me, "You're right." I turn around to see her in front of me. She holds out her arms, "And I'm sorry. I'm going to do my best to be there for you too." her lips slowly form a crooked smile.

She has her arms out and she hugs me. I usually don't get hugs, she's the only I hug and she always feels comforting with her smile like her mother's and I can feel the reassurance in her hugs. We part away as we hear cars parking outside, and people walking. We hear a knock and Joselyn opens the door to Hanna, our investigator behind her is Anna, our medic person. Soon, more people come to check the bodies and pace out, Hanna comes to us and she high fives us and goes back to work.

"Ladies, a ride is arranged for you. We got a call from Linda, she wants you to clean out your locker and rooms and prepare to resign. Come now." This tall man talks to us and we follow his orders.

"Our last mission, huh? Good way to end it, eh Joselyn?" she laughs behind me as we get into this black car.

"Yep, and in two day we will be attending High School! Woo...!"

"Why Friday though? Going to school on a Friday. Ugh." we sit side by side. Our backpacks and her notebook in between us.

She laughs and says, "At least we don't have to do Finals before winter break!" my eyes go wide.

"Really?"

She nods her head smiling, "Yeah, today is the first day of December so it'd be impossible for us to catch up with the other students. My mom said we are only going to take a small test for each class. Then winter break!" she laughs more as I make a funny face of victory.

"Yessssuh!" I raise my fist in the air and do wiggle my hips.

"Orale! Muy Chingon!" she breaks out laughing as I keep talking in spanish.

"You know for a Mexican, you don't really look like it! More American!"

"You too! Just your light brown skin needs to be mo' white." I laugh with her as she looks at her arms.

She grabs my arm and we compare, "Well, your face seems white but your arms are a bit tanner than mine! Oh well, it doesn't matter we both amigas!" She smiles at me and laughs. I laugh with her and we continue talking.

"Bye Joselyn! I'll see you at school tomorrow! Have fun with your dad!" I wave to her as she starts to get in the car with her mom.

She smiles at me and yells, "Thanks! Good luck meeting your parents! And your sister! Yep, see you too! Bye!" she gets in and waves at me one last time. I wave too and watch as the car drives away.

I smile at the fading car. I feel a big hand on my shoulder, I turn and see my bodyguard behind me with my suitcases, "Are you ready ma'am?" he smiles.

"Yes, let's go see my new home." I get in the car and wait for him to get in.

He drives out and we go see my new apartment, I can't wait.

"This is it? Really?!" My bodyguard drops the last of my suitcases in the middle of the living room/room. My bodyguard looks at me.

He explains, "Ma'am, this is the only thing Linda could afford. She paid the first rent, but next week you're going to have to pay." I look at him in disbelief.

"What?! Joselyn's mom paid for this?! Uh- how much is rent?"

"About three hundred."

"WHAT?! I don't have money to pay this joint!" I walk in the kitchen, which only takes me two steps. And see only a fridge and sink.

"Yes, so either get a job. Linda told me to tell you this, to either get a job or live with her daughter." I go back to the living room and check the bathroom, right next to the living room.

"Live with Joselyn? At her dads house? Well, it's certainly not a bad idea... but I'll see if I can find a job first."

"But ma'am, you don't have experience with any normal jobs. It will be hard for you to 'fit in' if I must say. It might be better to live with Linda's daughter." I see that the bathroom only has a toilet and a tub. I guess the sink is also my bathroom sink.

I walk back to the living room and nod, "Yeah... maybe. I'll call Joselyn tonight and see. Thank you." he nods his head.

"You are welcome. Have a nice night!"

"You too." he walks out the door. I shut the door and walk around more.

There is nothing else to see though. I don't think I can fit another person here, the living is already full with my suitcases and my room is the living room!

"Foolishness..." I mutter under my breath. I move some suitcases around and get dressed for my meeting with my adoptive parents tonight. It's at seven, I have an hour to get ready.

"Foolishness." I say as I get ready.

The resturant I am meeting them is not far from where I live, I just took a cab. I wait in a table of the restaurant, the name is 'Hyuga' on the list, I guess their last name is Hyuga they must be Asian or something. Most likely Japanese, I wonder what my sisters name is 'Sakura', 'Yui', 'Yuri'? I hope it's a pretty name. I wonder if she's nice I don't want to deal with a bratty sister. Is she smart? Is she pretty?

Does she dark brunette hair like me? Does she ave brown eyes like me? Is she skinny? Or more curvy like me? Is she flat chested like me, or will she have a big set? Is she taller than me or shorter? What about her parents? I'll find out soon.

I'm wearing black leggings with a decorative top with a small vest. I see a girl my age with what looks to be her very handsome boyfriend walking towards me, I panic as they keep walking and the very pretty girl smiles at me. They sit down next to me and I panic even more but it hits me, it's my sister.

"Are you Belinda? Belinda Mayana?" she looks at me with these beautiful lavender eyes.

"Y-Yes." she smiles and her eyes glimmer. She gets up, I do what she does and she hugs me. Yep, my sister. My freakin' beautiful sister.

"So nice to meet you! My sister!" She smiles at me, her big boobs jump a bit. Damn. She has the whole package.

"My name is Hinata Hyuga." We sit back down.

"Hi. Nice to meet you too. Uh, where are your parents?" her smile turns into a frown.

"Mom and Dad? Well, one thing you should know about them is that they are always on business trips! They didn't come because they left to a meeting." she frowns more and pouts.

"Really? Do you still spend time with them?"

"NO. Listen, I know your living in an apartment for now but if you want to live with me, you're not gonna see them everyday. They are always gone, it's only Sundays that they rest but still. That's why I hang with my boyfriend here, his name is Sasuke Uchiha." she holds his arm.

"Hey." He simply says. His smile is also beautiful. Such a beautiful couple. I also say hi and turn back to Hinata.

"So... how are you?" she smiles and flips her hair. Her bangs right below her eyebrows.

"I'm good. You?"

"Oh, just a little nervous. But good." she laughs and smiles showing her teeth.

"It's okay, we both kinda look alike. You know, we both have bangs and long dark hair, you're very pretty!" she smiles and touches my hair.

I scoff and look at her, "Are you kiddin' me? You're the one who's pretty! More like angels carving out you features! You have lavender color eyes! And dark navy blue hair, and such a ravishing curve... and those." I point at her chest.

She smiles and I see Sasuke smile too. She looks at me, "Thank you. But you are very pretty too, no one in my family has brown eyes and such a good combination of black and brown. Like a dark black brunette." I smile at her compliment.

"No one's ever said that. I either get, 'ew, your hair has blood!' or 'run more, you barely escaped that guy!' they tell us harsh things at my old job." She knows what I'm talking about.

"Ah yes, those training programs. Same here. But, but did you say that you had blood in your hair before?" Her eyes go big and she looks confused.

"Yeah, I did like, missions? Like I started working with a my partner, who became my closest friend and we killed people."

Both their eyes go wide, but they understand what I'm talking about. She points to Sasuke and says, "Yeah, he did the training, but only took the job for about a year. Some of our other friends did the training too. How long did you take the job?"

"I started at age nine... so seven years. I starting training at the age of five, you see I lived there so I always trained. I used to play there too a lot. It was fun."

"Seven years?! That's a lot!" She nods her in surprisement. So does Sasuke.

"Was it fun? More importantly, how are you not traumatized?!" She leans in and stares at me.

"It was fun. Really fun actually. I don't think I'm traumatized, I've always been... in a way. I don't know, just seeing all the faces of the adults, children, people our age die in front of my eyes. The many ways I killed them, the many times I almost died it just made me feel more like myself... I felt something warm in my heart like love but it was the feeling of doing this sinful deed that made my heart warm. I was raised cold as a child, so I'm a cold heartful person but yet I can be so scared and feel lonely and empty at the same time."

They both look at me and I feel the sympathy in their eyes. I smile again, "But it was fun! I'm okay, just fun... no need to worry!" I laugh and try to bring that glimmer of happiness back in Hinata's eyes.

"...Okay. It's good that you're here! You are such a lovely person!" She tries to be cheery but she can only smile on her lips. Her eyes want to feel more sorry for me.

"Let's order."

"Wait, so it's just us?" She nods her head.

"Yeah, it's actually our one year anniversary... so have diner with you and have our time at home." She winks playfully at him, he can't help but smile at her. I drop the menu and get up.

"Oh I'm so sorry. I'll leave you two to your diner. I don't want to be a bother." Hinata gets up and grabs my arm.

"No! You're not being a bother! It's okay, really. Stay with us, we can talk more."

I pull away gently but she is very delicate and she jumps at my movement, "No, it's fine. Please, you two should enjoy your anniversary with no bother. We can have diner some other time. Okay?" she doesn't bother. My tone was kind of negative but I tried to sound nice.

She smiles quickly and gives me a quick hug, "See you tomorrow at school! I'll show you around! Okay?" I nod my head and I start to walk out.

"Bye, be safe!" she smiles at me.

"You too! See ya!" I walk out the restaurant and call for a taxi.

"So how was meeting your new family?" Josely picks up on the first line. I told her that I was going to call ger later that night, she doesn't even say hi.

"Well... I only got to meet my sister." I say on the phone, I'm unpacking some clothes right now in my very tiny living room and bedroom.

"What do you mean?" she sounds worried and confused.

"Okay, the thing was that I go meet them in a restaurant, right? Well, I get there and I wait for them to come. I already get a table and everything," I move the first empty suitcase by the front door.

"Yeah." Joselyn says.

I sit back down and unpack my other suitcase, "So I see this couple walking to me and my table, I fucking get nervous cause this girl was very beautiful and so was the boyfriend I'm guessing. Well it turns out that that couple was my sister and her boyfriend. They only came." I pack my underwear on top of my suitcase and get my pajamas out.

"NO way. Really? Did she say why her parents weren't there?"

"Yeah, I asked and she got really sad and angry. She said to me that if I want to live with them, I'm not gonna see them often, she said they are always on business trips or meetings. It's why she brought her boyfriend. She said she always hangs out with him."

"Wow. Sounds rough, and is she okay with that?"

"I don't think she is but then again I don't think she minds cause it looks like her and the guy are like, exclusive or something. They seem very cute and perfect together, but really! If the parents can't even be around with her, why did they adopt me in the first place?!" I pull out my shirt and get my big white shirt ready.

"True, but that means they're probably rich wich means that your sister gets showered with money. That's why she doesn't mind, I mean money and hot boyfriend? She's kinda set, does she seem independent?" I put the shirt over my head and then my arms.

I get out my shorts and respond, "Kinda... but that's because it seems like she's ready to marry the guy! Tonight was their anniversary, I think it was their one year but hey, huh one year! The guy can do better! But so can my sister! So... yeah. I left right when she told me that it was their anniversary, she didn't want me to but I told her it was okay. She seemed sad but was okay with me going."

"Really? Was she nice?"

"Oh yeah, a sweetie pie! But I didn't want to ruin their night, you know how I am. If someone has something to do I get out their way, even if they want me to be part of it." I hear Joselyn laugh on the other line.

"That is you. So it went okay?"

"I think it went perfect. I told her about my job and the training, she related to the training but not the job. She said she never got to do the job, BUT her boyfriend did! And for a year!"

"NO way! You think we know him then?" Joselyn asks.

I take off my pants and slip on my shorts, "No, because I would have recognized him the minute I saw him! Besides he did it for a year. Anyway, she asked how long I did the job, and they BOTH got surprised when I said seven years. Then they felt sorry for me when I told them about some past experiences at the job, and how I liked doing it, and how it made feel warmth in my heart. Well, you know."

"Yeah... so do you think you would want to live with them?"

I think about it but I quickly respond, "No. It would be a waste. I rather just live by myself, she did say that Sundays are the only day the parents rest. So... I might arrange a little meet with them. Honestly though, if they are rich I would want them to give me money and I would be fine. Not even a lot! Just, like, two hundred and it doesn't have to be everyday!"

I hear her laugh, "But hey, I think the school has like a program to help people like you. To give a home or provide money. Kinda like... your being supported by the school. Why don't you sign up for that. As plan B if your parents won't help you at all."

"Sounds like a good idea. Tomorrow I'll see, but for now I'll live here. Or for this week, I only got one week before I start paying three hundred! If I get kicked out, the school better support me! Cause gurl, I am not gonna make it! Especially now that I need to get a normal job, I was... kinda born to kill."

"You were always an odd one."

"Yeah. So... do you like living with your dad?" I change the subject.

"It's fantastic! He had my room specially designed for me! It's blue and green... with stripes... and since he knew I liked gems he gave me some in a cute bag! He also got you something... one year ago I told him in a phone call that you liked weapons. If you come over tomorrow after school you will have..."

She trails off, I want to know what it is. But she isn't saying.

"Tell me!" I hear her laugh.

She snickers more, "You'll find out tomorrow. Let's get some sleep, gonna be a big day!" she sounds cheery and happy.

"Kay bye." she says the same thing and we hang up.

I have blankets and pillow around me, I put my phone next to me and cover myself with bundles of blankets. I look up and see all my stuff surrounding me and think, I'm not gonna be able to more stuff anymore. Unless I get my job back. Surprisingly, I don't have much clothes I have more stuff like blankets. I have a lot of shirts and leggings.

My laptop, stereo, tablet, and my iPod also serving as my phone is all charging. My electronics are what's most important to me. I lay back down and get some sleep, I'm gonna meet a lot of people and I want to look nice. I think I'll straighten my hair. Yeah, that would be nice.

I am done. What do you think? Sorry if there's spelling mistakes, or grammar errors. I work on this mostly at night and would get sleepy... but I worked hard on it. Would be nice to see you in the next chapter. And a review? Well, bye.