Author's Note: Hey, this is my first fan fic so don't diss, please. I'm a bad writer just look at my English grades. I promised my self I'd start a fan fic as a birthday present for myself so here it is.

Disclaimer: If I owned it, why would I be writing this…

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Murphy Hates Me.

I once saw in a book a mention of Murphy's Law. Murphy's Law states that everything that can go wrong will go wrong. Want proof? You get me. Naruto Uzumaki. Living proof that if it looks bad it can still get worse.

I'm an orphan, so there's negativity already. My parent's were killed in a car crash bringing me back from the hospital. 10th of October, one day old and I was the star of the news papers, the new-born babe that survived a multi car pile up. Whoo-hoo. It probably was alright then, for little baby me, all the attention and publicity. Only baby me was, well, blatantly a baby! After the original media buzz, I was shunted into foster home after foster home; everyone seemed to think I was jinxed or something. I don't really remember much of them I never stayed long enough to learn everyone's names let alone make friends.

One of them I do remember, from when I was about 7 I think. One of the millions of carbon copy social workers had brought me to a new family, a really nice looking couple; Anne and Mark Morgan, who had a daughter who was about 10, Andrea. Anne and Mark were really nice they had a little stuffed fox for me as a moving present. The tag on him said 'My name's Kyuubi. Will you be my friend?' they were warm, kind and genuinely happy to have me. Andrea wasn't, apparently no-one had told her about her new 'little brother'. She resented me.

Andrea never showed her hatred of me in front of her parents, instead she would sneak into my room at night and whisper, threats and ghost stories, in my ear. Or hit me when her parents weren't looking, and later when the bruises showed say I'd fallen down the stairs, or tripped in the garden.

A few months passed like that, with Anne and Mark never noticing their daughter's vicious attacks on me, mental and physical. They loved me, bought me presents, organized family trips for bonding every weekend. I perfected my smile. If you smile it means you're happy, so I smiled remembering Andrea's threats "If you complain they're gonna send you away. I'm gonna make you want to leave!", even with her treatment of me that was the nicest home I'd ever been in and her parents were really kind to me. Kyuubi was my best friend, in and out of school. But in the end it was his fault I had to leave.

"Foxes are sly and mean." She said as I was colouring in a picture of Kyuubi at the kitchen table. I said nothing. "You're just like Kyuubi, you're sly and mean. You're trying to take my parent's away!" I said I wasn't she was just silly, I guess insulting a psycho wasn't the best idea. She jumped on me knocking me off the chair and pinning me to the floor shouting "if you're a fox you need to look like one!!" something flashed, and there was wetness on my cheeks, I started screaming then. Mark ran in and grabbed Andrea off me. Anne saw me, rushed over, grabbed me and took me to the hospital.

Andrea had used one of her dad's razors to slice into my face in the shape of whiskers. I was sent away again. Anne and Mark thought it best seeing as how Andrea had reacted to me. The social workers asked me if she'd ever attacked me before, and I said nothing thinking of all her threats. Her word against mine. I was 7 so sue me. I was scared. Fear doesn't fade. Like the scars never did.

Years passed. Social workers, homes, schools, family, half friends all blended into one big blur. I was sent to a shrink when I was 13 because they thought it was my fault I couldn't stay with a family. His name was Iruka Umino. He was nice, asked me what I thought on stuff, books, movies, him. His parents had been killed when he was young too, I later found out it was in the same multi car crash I'd been in. He was nice to me; I spent an hour a week with him. After a while I thought of him as my father figure, apparently so did he. He applied for adoption of me when I was 14, when he asked me if I wanted to be adopted by him, I just couldn't believe it. He must of thought I didn't, because he started blushing and muttering about if I didn't he'd cancel the papers. I did the first thing that occurred to me. I hugged him. Well tackle hugged is more accurate seeing as I knocked him off his chair.

In the end it was summer holidays before I moved in with him. Seeing as he was single he wasn't considered a strong family for me, so there was a huge legal battle. But he won, he earned enough to support us, had no criminal record, or history of mental instability and was a respected member of his community. His house was a four bedroomed Georgian house in Roath, Cardiff. In Wales. a.k.a the other side of the country. He had only been working in England temporarily. But seeing as I had no fond memories of England, I didn't care. The only thing I took with me was Kyuubi. I kept him because he had been my best friend when I was young.

Iruka bought me new clothes, shoes and a mobile so I could keep in contact with him all the time. He would have bought me a CD player and CD's too but I had no musical tastes I didn't know any bands very well. We painted my new bedroom (which was a way cool attic room!) blue and white, and got matching duvet sets. The rest of the summer he took me on tours around Cardiff which was a lot bigger than I thought it was. From my lessons in England I thought it was only a mile in diameter. It's huge! And there is a castle in the centre of town which was so cool! There were hundreds of shops of every kind.

But summer doesn't last forever, its September 1st tomorrow. School time. A new school, new people, with new slang, cliques and superficial high school rules, and its GCSE year to boot. I pray to Murphy, please, please, look away and let me enjoy the rest of my life. But who knows, tomorrow's a new start, and Murphy's never listened to me before.

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Urgh, midnight's here. I'm tired. Reviews are the only thing that can convince me to continue this fic. Please review, I'll consider it my birthday present! Naruto: Why am I in Wales? GoaSR: Because Wales is cool. That and it's were I live so I can describe it better. Naruto: Oh, o.k. GoaSR: You're going to be in my school too! Naruto: … … … Murphy you sadistic bastard! GoaSR: Ignore him and review!

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