So heres to the actual story. If you didn't read the prologue then thats okay because this story isn't exactly connected to the prologue. The prologue was just for me to get some emotion into it and so I had to use the prologue to express that and get some inspiration. Yet again this is based on my life and an event that happened to me on...checks calender... Friday 22nd June 2007 in my second lesson that day. But yeah enough about me. Just enjoy the story...or not it's really up to you : )

Disclaimer: Naruto is not mine :'( He belongs to Masashi Kishimoto and it will stay that way until one of us fangirls or fanboys decides to pose as Kishimoto and dramatically change the storyline into lots of yaoi and yuri scenes between all the characters :O

Life is not easy when your name is Naruto Uzumaki

Chapter 1: Feelings of loneliness

"Are you okay Naruto?" The concerned voice pierced the silence as Naruto sat in the warm leather chair, his head resting in his hands. The blonde haired boy looked up from the spot on the floor that he had previously been staring at. "Y-yeah! Iruka-sensei I'm erm...fine." Naruto left an unsure pause before continuing. " Iruka-sensei why exactly did you call me here? I mean I know that you like to check up on me and everything but..." Iruka sighed and shook his head. "Well you see Naruto, your grades have been pretty down lately and I was just wondering if everything was alright? I mean I know I'm not exactly your father or anything but I want you to come to me if you have any problems. Okay?" Naruto paused and nodded his head slowly. Should I tell Iruka? I mean he is like a father to me so...NO! I can't do that! Then I would end up going back to that place. Naruto fingered his arm slightly and winced as his fingers pressed lightly on a fresh bruise. He tugged his sleeves down as far as they would go. They were the only thing shielding him from being sent back to where he came form. I could tell him, but then he would be like all the others. All the people who nod their heads and pretend they know exactly what I'm going through. They don't! Not one of them! You can pretend that you're happy on the outside...but on the inside it's a different story. Everytime you see your reflection you start to wonder.Strange thoughts come into your head. Ones you know don't belong but you just can't help them.Thought like "Is any of my life real?" Or "does anyone actually care?" These thoughts cause your heart to become heavy with such unimaginable pain and then depression sortly follows as you dwell on your own misfortune.Naruto stared straight into Iruka's chocolatey brown eyes. Such concern he could see staring back at him. He needed to protect him form the truth and stop those eyes from seeing mroe then they should."No. I'm fine Iruka. Just fine. My grades are down because..I just havn't been studying like I should"
Naruto pulled his mouth into a near impossible smile. What shows on the outside...is not what is going on on the inside. He pushed himself out of the chair and maintained his false smile. The moment he turned his back on Iruka the smile vanished "Bye.Iruka I... doesn't matter" Naruto reached for the door handle and made his way to the lesson he was supposed to be in. Once a week he had to report to Iruka and just update him on anything important or catastrophic happening in his life.
The problem with this is that way too many bad things happened. The bad always outweigh the good.

Opening the door to his classroom he found himself alone again. No teacher. No kids. Just alone. He found himself lounging at the usual chair he sat at. The one farthest from everyone and in a lone corner of the room."I guess I'm early then" Naruto tilted back on his chair and sighed. "How long is this going to take?" As if on answer to his question the first children started to file into the musty classroom. Naruto stared at particles of dust floating in a slip of light from a nearby window when he felt a tug on his chair. Turning around he came face to face with a boy of his own age. A short chubby boy with his hair combed forward into spikes. "You're in my seat!" Naruto just stared at him confused. How can I be in his seat when i've sat in the same place for two years and never been told to move? "Erm no?" Naruto was oficially confused. Who was this guy? and what the hell was he palying at? "what the hell do you mena no?! I sit here! move over there to that seat!" Naruto looked to where the guy was pointing. Across the room was a seat at the so called "popular table". This was where all the girls who applied so much make-up that they looked like whores sat with their boyfriends who equally looked as though if you so much as said hello to them they would kill you on the spot and then ingore the hell out of you. "Great" Naruto muttered under his breath. "Stick me on a table where i'd sooner die then sit!" The boy glared at Naruto. "Get the hell out of my chair!" Naruto remained where he was and ignored the boy. He could sense the anger from the boy behind him. "Fine! be that way". The boy turned to some girls on a nearby table. "Don't I normally sit here?!" He motioned to the seat Naruto had occupied. "Yeah!" they all replied as one. God damn sheep! think for yourselves! Naruto remained where he was until the paper started to fly. Balls of screwed up paper bounced of him as the girls threw them at him. Sometimes you can not be truly hated if you know that there is one person in the entire world that is worser then you. That's why this guy was more liked. Even if he had no firends of his own. He still had more people who aknowledged his existence then me.

Naruto got up out the chair and grabbed his bag. He stormed out the classroom and waited outside for the teacher. I'm too scared to leave the class because then i'd just get yelled at. I'm such a loser. Naruto saw the teacher approaching from down the corridoor and ran up to him. " Hey. My seat has been taken so. . ." Naruto followed the teacher into the classroom. She pointed to the seat at the popular table. "Thats a spare seat. Go and sit there" Naruto looked at him with such anger in his stare. He noticed the gloating voice of the guy who had taken his seat. Stupid bastard! I swear you have no idea what it's like to live like I do! You've never had it bad. You've never considered suicide before have you? You sit there all high and mighty like you own the place. None of you deserve me! I'll stop speaking! If none of you are going to appreciate me for who I really am then you don't get to be aknowledged by me. Serves you fucking right.

Naruto spent the rest of the day in silence. Whenever a teacher would try to coax him into a conversation he would just stare at them and turn away. He was alone and not for the first time in his life he seriously considered doing something harsh and extreme to pay them all back. But what could he do? He was just a kid. A lonely worthless kid. Just like his foster father had told him so many times.

Okies everybody. That was chappy 1...sorry that it was really short but...I really need more inspiration. I should be updating as soon as I have some more ideas so please review . or not...again it's up to you