Hello poppets! I feel so hard in the pit of writers block for Living the Rockstar Life, because I've been thinking of other stories to write. I actually had another story-dream-thingy, and it involves Sasuke. Out of all people, the arrogant ass Sasulke! Lol. I love him. He's such a man-period-whore, but I just like reading stories about him. Yea. anyways, I'll write for this story, and I'll still write for LTRL. I can't stop that story. I don't even how long it'll continue, but I gotta end it soon. Don't worry though, there will definitely be a 3rd one! The 3rd will focus more on Gaara and Noriko, and her upcoming baby and marriage, and stuff like that. But I don't wanna spoil it. So now I present a brand new story I call, well, I dunno yet. Lol. I'm gonna try writing it different, so lemme know if you like it! If ya'll do, then I'll gladly continue. Ok. I am rambling.

Noriko: So you're just gonna leave us!

Maki: *sweatdrop*

No Nori...And I'm gonna write this from last year on. Let's just start the story. -_-


Chapter 1 - Kiya the Crab, Jim the Journal and Bob the Bag


Saturday | 7-12-09 | 2:31 A.M

What is Pete's name am I doing up this early. I guess you can say I'm nocturnal, but then again. if I was nocturnal i'd probably be a crab or something. Kiya the Crab. i don't wanna be a crab! NOOOOOO!

2:35 A.M.

Ok. The crab thing is a little absurd. I must be on some special medicine. I only have ADHD, and to top that off I'm an insomniac. If I sleep at all it's a miracle from God. Hmm. I like penguins. Oh yea, did I mention that my attention span is vary short? So short it's not even funny. I can be talking about something serious like...cancer. Cervical cancancer. Testicular! Ok. I realise that I am insane. What was I saying? Oh yea, I can be talking about cancer, and if I see something fly through the air I'll be like, 'OMG ITS A FLYING OBJECT!', then go running after it like I don't know what to do with myself if I don't get the flying object, only to come back dissapointed to find out that it was a fly. Flys are icky. I hate them with a passion.

2:37 A.M.

I love Jim. Jim is my Journal, the one I am currently writing in. He is the only thing that I can speak all my emotions to and won't judge me. I just got him yesterday. It was a present from my mom after she died a when I was seven, but my dad kept it from me until I could actually write. And now here I am. Hello Jim. I'm Kiya. I like panda bears and sometimes wish I could give nasty old men testicular cancer so they can't rape little girls. Looks? Not really important, but if you must know, I have black layered hair with orange and white highlights. Halloween mich? I have-get this-orange eyes. Some people say they are amber, but fuck that. They are orange, and I love them. Reason number 1 people thought I was so strange. I mean, what would you do if you saw a black-haired girl with Halloween hair and eyes walk into your life? I'm your typical loner. No friends, expect one person. Her name was Kit. Really. She was awesome. She actually liked me because of my incredicly short attention span, my ability to talk for more than 4 hours about absolutely nothing. I miss her so much. that's what sucks about moving to a new place. New kids, new school, new house, new everything. change isn't bad for me, it just takes me a while to get used to it.

Speaking of school, I start my sophomore year on Momday. I hate new school. Everyone stare at you. It's like they're undressing me with their eyes. What if they are? Oh shit. I now feel completely violated. All this thinking is making me tired. Sleep! Haven't slept in 2 days. Let's see if it works.

4:54 A.M.

Well, that didn't work. I just spent most of my time rolling around in bed, until I hit the floor and giggled to myself. Don't ask. Everytime I fall, I tend to giggle. Yes I am strange Jim. Talking to inanimate objects now. Wooooooooow Kiya. Oh yea. I didn't finish telling you about me. My name is Kiya Kisuke. Starting sophomore year, I'm 15, birthday is March 22. Why must everyone be older than me? Sigh. I just sighed on paper. I need friends. I need a LIFE. Ahem. Anyways. I like all music, mostly rock. Rap sometimes disgusts me. Dance, I get entirely too hyper. Love it. Hehe! Tokio hotel is one of my favorite bands. I would obsess over them, but the idea of being a rabid fangirl disgusts me. I really love them though.

Clothes, I'll wear anything, as long as it's not in the pink department, mainly cause pink is kinda icky, and not in the slut-whore-prostitute-pigeon department. That's an absolute NO NO. I love boots. I see why shoes are really awesome. They can just be so cute sometimes. Heels, I'll wear them, but only if I feel like it. Which is barely. Hell. I like to be comfty, not my feet screaming in agony from a shoe that supposedly makes a woman's butt look smaller. I love to write, as you can see, and I love to paint. Just making a mess period can calm me down. If I was angry, you could put me in a room full of breakable things, and in less than 5 minutes I would've broken all the things and been perfectly happy. I think I'm bi-polar. holy cow on a spoon I just yawned. you know what that means!

SLEEEEEEEPPPPPP!

10:01 A.M.

Holy son of a biscuit I slept! for almost a full 6 hours! That's why I like my brain. I don't need a lot of sleep to get me going. I just crave it. Sleep is so wonderful. To all you non-insomniacs out there, you are so lucky. Really. My hand hurts. Ohhh wonderful breakfast. Breaskfast for me consists of fruit. I looovee fruit, especially pineapple. Oh how I love le piney apples!

Ahem. Pardon me from my outburst.

12:41 P.M.

Dad tells me to go out and explore, to get fimiliar with my new surroundings. Last time that happened, someone called the cops because they found me going through their backyard. Its not my fault I saw a strange animal-beast-thingy! But the question is, why the hell did I follow it? I have no clue.

I grab my skateboard and Bob, my little messenger bag. If you haven't noticed, I tend to give names to inanimate objects. In you go Jim.

8:00 P.M.

Wow. I was out for 6 hours. I came home, too a shower, then ate, then walked around in circles. No really. I wanted to see how long it took before I got dizzy. Not very long. Oh I am so glad I went out. Now I will be tired and that means sleeeeppp!

Sunday | 7-13-09 | Time is overrated.

I have decided that time is just strange. When you want things to go by fast, it goes soooooooooooooo slloooowww! And when you want stuff to last, it goes by like a fucking lightning streak. The hell? I was perfectly enjoying my sleep for the first time in days, and yet it seems like only 5 minutes passed. No kidding. 5 MINUTES. I slept for who knows how long, but I do know it's the next day. Oh wait. Fragglesnappers! School starts tomorrow! Eep!

Shortly after.

I tend to eeep when I get frazzled, if you were wondering. Yea...

?

Is frazzled even a word? I sure know fragglesnappers isn't a word. Or is it?

Dictionary time!

6:12 P.M.

I have dissapointing news. Fragglesnappers is not a word. Damn. But you know what that means right? I can invent the definition!

Fragglesnappers - Used when you are very stressed.

HAHA! TAKE THAT GOVERNMENT!

I will find out their plan...oh I will..

6:14 P.M.

I have realised that I am insane. Well, I haven't realized it, I am just embracing it.

Yea. We'll go with that.

Goodnight.

Monday | 7-14-09 | 5:30 A.M

Shit.

5:32 A.M

Damn.

5:36 A.M.

School! The evil thing that is secretely hell! Filled with little demons and their minions...

6.21 A.M.

Evil bunnies will come attack us all. While us victims are in school learning what they called Geometry, Boilogy, and things of that sort. Where's the bus? Hmmm...oh oh oh!1 Buss!

6:25 A.M.

I have successfully caught the magical twinkie that will bring us all to he-I mean school. Haha!

...

One question. Why so early. Hmm. OOOHH I SEE PEOPLE! They are arriving. They immediately look at my Halloween hair. Of course. Well, this one guy in front of me can't say scrap, cause he has chicken hair! Ha!

6:27 A.M.

OMG. He just turned at my thought of his chicken hair. I cowered back in my seat and eeped just a tiny bit. He just cocked his eyebrow and smirked, then turned back around to continue talking to his chicken friends. He's a mind reader! *gasp*

6:51 A.M.

Le school building! People are staring at my Halloween hair and how much I'm writing into Jim. They're just jealous they can't get this much attention. Heh! I shall walk in the building. Let's hope I don't trampled.

6:53 A.M.

Damn. I got tramples anyways! Darn high school. Sitting in office, waiting for my schedule and other things. Ahh! Office lady has incredibly huge boobs! Ooooo schedule. Hmm Let's see. I shall copy it down here so I won't forget:

Homeroom - A108 - Gai

Geometry Advanced - C246 - Anko

American History - P207 - Jiraya

Biology Advanced - L110 - Kakashi

English Advanced - D102 - Blimey (Wtf? I hope that's not really their last name...)

Art - L223 - Iruka

Free Period

Theatre - Big Building By Office - Gai

Oh worry. A teacher names Blimey. Now I'm gonna feel like the aussie alligator dude. Hmm...I like aussies. Love their accent.

Time for homeroom! I really don't get the point of roll call and everything. We ALL know not everyone is gonna show up. Its SCHOOL. Well then.

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I need to stop writing. My hand hurts.


Ok! That's the first chapter, I really made it up on the spot actually, so if it sucked I'm terribly sorry. Hehe. If you did enjoy it, please review and give me your thoughts on it and whether you think I should continue or not. don't worry, I'm still doing LTRL, I just have writers block for that story at the moment. Apologies! And also let me know what you think of our interesting character Kiya. She is one of my other sides. Noriko being one as well. Hehe!1 What can I say, maybe I really am insane. Neways, R&R!

Oh yea! I don't own Naruto in anyway, so please don't sue me. Stupid disclaimers. If I did own Naruto, only God knows what I'd be doing. HAHAH!