Hey guys! :) Well, this is my first Naruto fic, so I hope you all like it enough. If you find any errors, whether they be grammatical or spelling, please tell me, okay? I'd appreciate it!
Disclaimer: Naruto does not belong to me and he never, never, never ever will D: HOWEVER, Charlotte and her family most definitely belong to me.
Summary: 'This isn't real, it's just a dream, please not here, I can't be here …or was everything before-my life- a dream?' Charlie has had so manyawful things happen to her, and apparently being hated along with the Kyuubi container was just another thing she'll have to get used to.
Prologue
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I sat on the soft, plushy couch in the school library, surrounded by books as always, and completely alone. I have been going to Lexington High School for nearly five months now and nearly no one even knew my name, but it wasn't as if I really cared. I held my book in front of my face, looking at it as if it was some holy object of affection. A few feet away I heard someone giggle and whisper, "Look at that hair! It's such a mess."
A description of myself? All in all, I'm quiet, reserved, and uninteresting. I don't think I'm particularly different from other people in my school; I'm not overly pretty, but I'm not ugly. I'm shorter than most and don't really enjoy talking. I love reading, especially poetry, and I hang out in the library before and after school.
My name is Charlotte Madison, but I go by Charlie. I'm sixteen years old with short, brown hair. I have a weird, pink birthmark right below my left eye. My eyes themselves are a light blue, often looking as if they're gray instead. Stereotypically, I'm considered a nerd, a shy girl, dork, and someone people can push around, which they most definitely do.
I don't want to be any of those things. I simply want to be me, Charlie Madison, an ordinary teen. I reassured myself as I tried to ignore the girls nearby whispering about my unruly hair. They can't decide who I am. Really, why should I care what they think? My head came up as the fifth period bell rang, my hands automatically saving my place in the book and placing it in my bag. Exiting the library, I walked down the halls to Computers. I already knew what to expect at my desk, so I simply gathered up all the pieces of paper with rude little comments scribbled on with red marker, and threw them away without reading them.
I was on autopilot for the rest of the school day, ignoring anyone that seemed like trouble. It's sad, but my best friends were the teachers; they didn't bother me. The only thing I could rely on was the library and the sound of the bell ringing. That one sound signified the end of the day's torture, thank goodness, and meant I was free to go home. I always waited about fifteen minutes before even attempting to leave school though, to make sure that most of the girls that hated me were gone.
The source of their hatred was beyond my understanding, so it was my mission to ignore every single thing they said about me, or at least try to. I walked about seven blocks and stepped onto my boring, green yard. My parents were pretty well off thanks to their jobs. They had made all the right decisions while they were in school and had made themselves that much more amazing because of it. Of course, having a lawyer and surgeon as your parents meant that a lot is expected of me also. I was expected to be the wonderful straight A student with tons of loving friends and scholarships around every corner.
The reality of it all? I'm simply not that person. I have a lot of A's, sure, but I have a C in Literature and an F in Math. Not what you would call perfect, huh? I preferred the classes with hands-on work. Shop class somehow interested me, and, to appease my father, I signed up for health care classes. I loved Shop, and, surprisingly, loved health care too.
The girls at school thought I weird since I liked to work on engines in Shop. There were only two other girls in the class and I know they're only there because 'Daddy' made them do it. I was ignored by those two also, even though we had the class in common.
I walked to the door and unlocked it. I didn't bother to see if anyone was home, since Mom and Dad never got home until after eight. Instead, I walked into the living room and pulled out the copy of Romeo and Juliet. As I began reading, I briefly wondered why people thought so little of me.
There was a side of me that didn't seem so unemotional, a side that craved human interaction and attention. The logical part of me knew that there was no way I could ever gain those things. Currently, there was just no point in even trying to want those things, unless I wanted to make enemies.
Besides, there was just no way that I could ever make actual friends.
