Someday, I'll find him. I'll find the perfect guy:

He'll put up with my obessions, he'll have the most orgasmic voice known to human kind, he'll care about his grades, he'll have the most adorable smile, and most importantly, he'll love me, for real.

I don't have many expectations. I mean, I'm willing to give almost (ALMOST!) anyone a shot. As long as he can put up with what I obsess over, everything's cool. One problem- that guy hasn't come around yet...

"I want a kiss," he said, leaning his body closer to mine.

My breath hitched in my throat and I could feel my heart beating a thousand times a minute. "Too bad," I managed to whisper.

The young boy next to me scooted to the edge of his seat so that a hippo could fit in between us. Flashing light from the big screen ahead of us showed the mock sadness on his face. "I have to beg my freaking girlfriend for a freaking kiss." His plump, soft lips turned down at the corners, a frown adorning his still boyish face.

"No you don't..."

"Viedra! Wake up!"

I jolted upright, hitting my head on the wood of my backboard in the process. Something damp touched my elbow. Ick, drool...

"Get your ass up and ready for school." My mother slammed the door to my bedroom on her way out.

Now officially freaking out, I glanced at my calender. There it was, circle a million times- the first day of my first year of high school. I sighed at the realization of what has truly dawned on me... Drama, drama- did I mention DRAMA? Everyone knows high school is all about the drama, right?

Grumbling all the whle, I pylled open my fresser. All of my clothing seemed either too casual or too formal for the first day of the rest of my teenage life. I opted for my Mayday Parade shirt and a pair of black skinnies. Looking in the mirros, I noticed something was missing... Something... Like that!

I pciked up my sprakly headband with the Konahagakure symbol on it. Smiling inside, I trotted down the stairs, threw on my riding jacket and put on my helmet. Once in the garage, I stared longlingly at my soon-to-be Kawasaki Ninja. Sighing, I hopped onto my little orange and black Vespa. I carefully steered the moped inyto the street before zipping down the side roads, trying to remember how to get to the high school.

To my relief, I reached the prison looking school with fifteen minutes to spare. The engine under me died down as I pulled out my key. I locked and double checked the lock on the handle bars- the last thing I needed was someone to steal my pride and joy.

Emerald green grass crunched under my feet as I made my way to the main building. Converse clicking down the linoleum floors, I checked my schedule and first day information. First thing first, gotta find my locker...

Locker 266 wasn't in the best shape, to put it simply. Remnants of stickers were left behind all over the front of the dark green door. The pull-lock under the handle showed to put up quite a fight, its sticky nastiness preventing the lock to unlatch. After a few moments' struggle, the whole inside of the locker was revealed. It stunk of major disinfectant, not the most pleasant smell ever.

I sighed and took a look around me. A few teens about my age, maybe a year older, opened their lockers with ease, placing stickers, pictures, notebooks, and things of the like in their perfectly awesome metal cages. No one around me look familiar, although one person I thought I'd seen at the freshman orientation.

Shrugging, I turned back to my crappy locker and started shoving my assorted color notebooks, pens, papers and whatever else I had stowed away in my backpack into the shit hole. A light tap on my shoulder scared the bajeezus out of me, making me nearly jump out of my skin.

"What the hell, prick?" I asked a bit too loudly as I turned to face me attacker. My face lit up when I saw who it was, all dolled up in skinnies and her Hidden Leaf Village forehead protector. "Tobi-chan!" i squealed, hugging my best (and only) friend, who happened to be into Naruto- thanks to yours truly.

"Tobi's a good girl!" She said cheekily. "How's your day been so far, Viedra sensei?"

I groaned and pointed at my locker. "Not so great- it stinks, it's sticky, and totally gross! Oh, and my mom's in her PMS bitch mode. Not the best thing to wake up to, let me tell you!"

"Ouch, sorry chica! My day's not so great either..." Her eyes roamed to the hallway behind me. "How's the Chris situation?"

My face paled as that silky smooth voice called me from down the hall. "Yo, Viedra!"

I lowered my voice so that only Tobi could hear me. "Not even my mom's bitchiness can stand up to his jerk wad-ness!"

Grin and bear it, grin and bear it... "Hey, Chris. How was your summer?"

His smile faded as I asked that question. "Can I, um, talk to you for a minute?" He eyed Tobi. "Alone?"

My smile instantly drooped, face becoming stoic. "Anything you can say to me, you can say in front of Tobi-chan." I could practically hear Tobi stick her tongue out at Chris. For as long as we'd all been friends, every time Chris would break up with me, it was inta-hate on her part.

Chris sighed. "You can't blame me for life getting out of my control," his voice was tired and worn out, like he'd been saying this for all of the 14 years of his life.

"Oh yeah? And who said I can't?" I'd ended up getting two feet closer to him, ready to punch the living day lights out of him. Tobi cleared her throat, signaling that I'd almost gone too far and that I need to stop, like right then. Stepping back, I scoffed at the sad little boy in front of me. All of my attention was turned back to my locker. Hot pink paper was stuck to the inside of the metal door. "Hey, Tobi? Who's your homeroom teacher?"

She pulled her hot pink schedule out of her pocket. "Um, Mr. Smith. What about you?"

"Crap, I have Ms. G. Is she like a stalker or something? She followed us all the way from sixth grade... Damn woman doesn't have a freaking life!" The bell gave a shrill ring, telling all of us that it was five minutes until homeroom. I folded my hands together and left two fingers on either hand up. Tobi-chan did the same. It was something we did as a secret hand shake, sort of. But not quite.

As I made my way down the twists and turns of the school's hallways, I thought about how much easier my life would be if I lived in an anime. Like if I lived in the shinobi universe, back in Japan. That would be awesome- I could've eaten Ichiraku's ramen with my hero, Kakashi sensei. And then i could've beat the shit out of Sakura, that bitch. Or maybe I could've met up with Itachi and had lots of little sharingan babies! Back in the real world, none of that was possible- all because of that obsession I had! Naruto was always on my mind- I knew every word to every opening, both Japanese and English. It was seroiusly driving me over the edge of insanity.

Just as the tardy bell rang, I stepped into my homeroom. Glancing around, I saw a few people I went to junior high with. Of course, I never talked to them anymore. They all thought I went crazy after I started watching and reading Naruto and Death Note. Like something that small would actually make me crazy! The idea made me laugh.

Not realizing it until too late, I'd started to laugh out loud. (A/N Talk about your LOL! XD) Mrs. G, my long time enemy, stared at me with a glint of amusement in her green eyes. I stared back at her, insanity scribbled all over my forehead.

Damn, a forehead protector would be nice right about now... Why did I have to leave it at home?

Now with every student in the room also staring at me, I blushed slightly before taking my seat in the very back row, all the way in the right corner. My backpack hit the ground witha soft thud as I zoned out, paying aboslutely no attention to what Mrs. G was saying.

Something moving in the shadows by the teacher's desk caught my eye. I looked curiously in that direction, and I saw something that made even me think that I'd gone truly insane.

Standing there, was Naruto, in all of his sunshiney glory.