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POV

I woke up feeling light stream through my window and onto my face. I opened up my eyes a bit, and then squinted. Then, I yawned, reluctantly got up, and stretched my muscles, feeling a faint ping as I reached from side to side. I slowly walked over to the other side of the room and dressed. My clothes were simple and black, a pair of black, tight, pants with chains on them. I wore a tank (obviously black) with a little blue and gold bird on the back, and a black leather corset around my waist outlining my slender and average form.

Chuunin exams. IIIIIIWWWWWWW!!! I'm pretty claustrophobic, and I don't like to be around other people, since nobody really likes me. Because of who I am and what I carry on my shoulders, I pretty much hate human guts.

So here I find myself in a jam-packed room, Sakura obsessing over Sasuke, as usual, and Naruto blabbering on to me with trivial matters as usual. (Boy, how I hated team 7.) How ironic.

Finally, we all got to go inside a room for the first exam, and papers were passed out.

Wiping her black hair out of her face, Kiyoshi began to write. The test was easy so far, and she couldn't wait to be done. Forty-five minutes passed. A weird man with holes in his head took the front of the room. He said that he was the head of torture. "Well, would any of you brats like to stay for the last question?" the man asked cruelly. " Awww. Are the little piggy's scared? Right you pass, wrong, you NEVER get another chance." A few kids left the room. "Any body else? This is you're last chance…." 6 more kids left the room. Kiyoshi was not nervous, but Naruto might have failed, and then it would be curtains for team 7.

5 Days later….

POV

We were racing through the forest of death, our second exam. We had both earth and heaven scrolls and were almost at the tower in the center. My hair was twisting and curling around my body like a net of protective snakes. Sakura, who was on my right started to say something to me, so I shot her a death-glance and she quickly stopped. We were almost at the tower, I could see it clearly see it now and we were approaching really quickly.

Its at times like this when you really start to think. I guess I was wondering why people hate me so much. was it my past, or was it my future? Was it my family, or was it because I lived alone? Was it because I was going to become a well known myth, brought to life, like a fairy tale? Or was it just… because I'm me…? I know any normal ( how I despise that word…) person would be crying right now. But I ditched crying seven years ago, when I was six. I was new, and different now… not the one I was.

The last few days had been rough, so we were all tired and cautious when we stepped inside. We opened the scrolls, and later, advanced to the next round.

So all we had to do was fight. Easy enough. Since that was basically my whole life, any way. Fighting and death could always be the answer, to just about everything.

I was called into the arena (shaped like an amphitheater) and the screen said Kiyoshi vs. Gaara. Who ever this Gaara kid was, he would be taught a very important lesson, NEVER mess with me.

Hey readers! Thanks for reading! If you liked this chapter, I'll be posting a new one whenever I can, probably once or twice a week. PLEEZE REVIEW! Read when I post!!!

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-brokenangel1223