This is the story of how I died.

Don't worry. It's actually a very fun story to hear and to tell.

So, let's start at the beginning. I took to watching Naruto because it follows the story of a kid just like me.

I'm heavily ADHD, one of my legs is longer than the other, I'm bipolar, terribly nearsighted, and painfully shy. Because of this, I'm avoided by almost everyone. Over the years, I got used to being lonely, but it still bothers me that people treat me this way just because I'm different. I'm really no different from any other person.

Sure, I'm an orphan. Sure, I have absolutely no one to go home to at night. Sure, I have no one to love me. But what people fail to see is that I'm human, too. One day, I finally decided to commit suicide. It wouldn't hurt anyone. It would rid the world of my pain forever.

I walked out onto my balcony, staring down at the ground three stories below. Goodbye, world. I bit my lip, took one last breath, then jumped. I closed my eyes and waited. Waited for death. Waited to be just another sidewalk stain.

A few seconds later, I hit the ground. I kept my eyes shut, expecting to be dead. After seven seconds, I didn't feel dead, so I opened my eyes.

Oh. My. God. I'm in Konoha? My heart skipped five beats. I saw a boy about my age with spiky blond hair and light blue eyes sitting on a swing, eyes downcast, staring at the ground. My heart went out to him somehow, and I walked up to him, squatting to look into his eyes.

He looked up. "Did ya want somethin'?" His voice sounded sad, yet hopeful at the same time, as if he hadn't given up on himself completely just yet.

I flipped my shaggy dark hair out of my eyes and smiled. "What's wrong? Why do you look so sad?"

He lowered his head. "People hate me just 'cause I'm different."

I sighed and outstretched my arms, wrapping them around him. We stayed like that, me hugging him, he with a surprised expression, for a long time. Finally, I pulled away, and we stared into each other's eyes. "I know about the nine-tails," I said finally, searching his eyes for some hint of recognition.

He lowered his head, shaking it. "Who doesn't?"

Now it was my turn to shake my head. I layed my hands on the boy's shoulders. "Listen to me. You're not a monster. And I don't care that you could kill me in an instant just by letting the fox take over. You're not like everyone says."

He stared at me.

I released my grip on his shoulders. "Now. My name's Marceline. I'm from a place called New York City. I tried to kill myself by jumping off of my three-story-high balcony. I should've been killed, but I ended up here instead." I smoothed my hair back and blinked my bright, emerald green eyes, which I had put black eyeshadow over earlier to make them pop.

Naruto continued to stare at me.

"Um... Why are you staring at me like that?"

"You're cuter than Sakura!"

I flipped my dark waves over my shoulder. "I don't know whether to be creeped out or honored."

He grinned.

I began to pace back and forth, biting my lip. "I need a Japanese name so I'll blend in here..." I suddenly snapped my fingers. "Midori Sayomi. That'll work." A slow smile crept across my face. I liked the sound of that.

Goodbye, Marceline O'Neal. Hello, Midori Sayomi.