Th1rteen R3asons Why
A/N: Hey guys this is my very first story and it's a NaruSaku story so I hope you like it. I don't own Naruto!
"talking on the tape"
Yesterday
One hour after school
A shoebox-sized package is propped against the front door at an angle. Our front door has a tiny slot to shove mail through, but anything thicker than a bar of soap gets left outside. A hurried scribble on the wrapping addresses -This package is for Naruto Uzumaki- so I pick it up and head inside.
I take the package into the kitchen and set it on the counter. I slide open the junk drawer and pull out a pair of scissors. Then I run the scissor blade around the package and lift off it's top. Inside, the shoebox is a rolled-up tube of bubble-wrap. I unroll that and discover seven loose audiotapes.
Each tape has a dark blue number painted in the upper right-hand corner, possibly with nail polish. Each side has its own number. One and two on the first tape. Three and four on the next, five and six, and so on. The last tape has a thirteen on one side, but nothing on the back.
Who would send me a shoe box of audiotapes? No one listens to tapes anymore. Do I even have a way to play them? The garage! The stereo on the workbench. My dad bought it at a yard sale for almost nothing, it's old so he doesn't care if it gets coated with sawdust or splattered with paint. And best of all, it plays tapes.
I drag the stool in front of the workbench , drop my backpack to the floor, and then sit down. I press eject on the player. A plastic door eases open and I slide in the first tape.
A/N: Alright, so I know this is pretty short but I promise if I get 5 little reviews then I'll make another chapter and it will be longer so five reviews please!
