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A Shocking Revelation
My head was absolutely pounding, as I clutched my head, shielding my eyes from the rays of sunlight which passed through the surrounding trees' foliage. I felt as if I was having the worst hangover in my life, even though I never drank alcohol at Tory's party. Well, sure, I had a cup of beer (or two), but that was because I was really thirsty! Not to mention very curious. Seeing my fellow classmates drink cans of Heineken beer with glee piqued my curiosity, I guess. But surely a cup of beer wouldn't cause such a hangover! I was still in a straight mind, up until I was that darned 'falling star'. It was if once I saw that burning rock, it immediately prompted me to act like an idiot.
Where is that rock, anyway? I pondered, warily glancing up from my arms as I sat in a fetal position. I slightly grimaced at the throbbing pain of my head as I scanned my surroundings. Numerous trees the size of young sequoias surrounded me in countless numbers. They stood high and mighty, as the layering foliage of their leaves kept the sunlight from shining fully on me, yet there were still rays of sunlight passing through some areas, dotting my pale arms with glowing spots.
I sat up from my previous position and ran a hand through my ebony black hair, leaning on my free hand. It instinctively clutched the soft green grass beneath me. Whatever national park this was, it sure did a darn good job. This place looks like it has never been touched by civilization! I stiffened at the thought. That's a bad thing, being in this forest, which looks as if it had not once been touched by polluting civilization. That means I'm not in the forest where I had been in the night before. A bead of sweat rolled down my cheek as I recalled the night I found that stupid 'falling star'.
If I recall correctly, the forest by the Shermans' villa had dead, dry grass, which poked my booty because it was so spiky. My hand subconsciously felt for my bottom, to see if there was any trace of that forest's dry, hay-like grass. Oddly enough, I found none. The pangs of pain in my head gradually ceased. A wave of relief washed over me as I heaved an audible sigh. I took my phone out, only to see there was absolutely no signal available. My lips curled downwards into a frown, as I skimmed through my phone's phonebook. I pressed the 'call' button and held it to my ear.
"Mom, please answer," I pleaded, rubbing my forearm nervously. Who wouldn't be scared if they were in an unknown place all alone with no signal on their phone or any clue to where they are? Honestly, it seems like something you'd see out of a horror movie. Following that thought, I had inadvertently sent chills to go down my spine. "Sorry; the number you have requested is currently not in sevice. Please try again." I suddenly felt as if someone was watching me, even though it was probably a figment of my paranoia-stricken imagination, earned from watching so many horror movies on the late night television reruns.
I hastily glanced from side to side, only to see that dumb 'falling star' lurking by one of the trees. I nearly let out a sigh of relief. I stood up, narrowing my eyes at it. "You! What did you do to me? What the heck is this place?" I barked, pointing an accusing finger at the inanimate object. Surely I must be on the verge of insanity, I thought to myself, running my hands through my black hair yet again. Pinching the bridge of my nose between my left index finger and thumb, I warily backed away from it. I then opted to find a way out of this stupid forest, by walking around with no sense of direction.
Before I go on this dastardly troublesome hike to nowhere, I should probably give a brief self-introduction. I am Jamie Fletcher, I'm seventeen and I'm a senior highschool student in a private school in the state of Michigan, U.S.A. I have black hair and gray eyes the color of dried concrete. Is that information sufficient enough? I doubt so, but it'll have to do. I'm not really the one to talk about myself so much. If you wanted to hear someone brag, Tory Sherman would've gladly volunteered. Standing up straight and heaving a sigh, I ventured out in a random direction in the forest.
I trudged on and on through the endless trees in this stupid forest. When shall it end? I growled in irritation, clenching my fists. I paused once I felt something come in contact with my calves. I jumped back, only to see the 'falling star' right behind me. A shriek escaped my lips as I ran away from it, and as if by some instance, my energy was fuelled by the need to get away from that creepy rock. It conspicuously rolled after me. What's with the stupid thing? Why is it stalking me? A flurry of questions flew through my mind as I ran away from it, with the 'falling star' barrelling after me at a steady rate.
I ran at full speed, darting to and fro the trees, aiming to lose the rock. A flash of orange suddenly caught my eye. I glanced upwards to see a group of people jumping from tree to tree (What the...). I threw my arms in the air and yelled out, "Hey, I'm over here!" I ran after them, trying to keep them in sight. They are really fast, I concluded, nearly tripping over a tree root that was jutting out of the earth. "Hello! Help, please?" I shout at them, trying to keep my eyes on them without tripping over my feet. They pause and look around, probably finding the source of the noise. "I'm over here!" I yelled out again, waving my arms wildly. In a blink of an eye, a man appeared right in front of me. A metal headband covered his left eye as half of his face was hidden within the comforts of a blue cloth mask. His silvery white hair stuck up in all sorts of directions. Woah, stress much? I commented, looking at his hair which seemed to defy the laws of gravity. Shrugging the thoughts out of my head, I walked to him firmly, determined to not get myself distracted by this guy's hair.
No, seriously, look! It's just so unnatural for someone to have such white hair sticking up in such anti-gravity proportions. Plus, he looked really young. He must have one heck of a stressful job. He could use a vacation or somethi— No! I shall not be distracted by this dude's hair yet again! I cleared my throat, brushing my long fringe out of my face. "Hi, I'm lost. Can you take me to wherever you're going?" I said, giving a sheepish smile. The man gave me an inquisitive glance, before glancing right through me, as if I didn't exist. Nice...
Thump.
I felt that darned 'falling star' come in contact with the back of my legs again. Instinctively, jumped back, glaring at it. I glanced back at the silver-haired man as two other people landed beside him. One was a teenage girl with short pink hair, a red headband and emerald green eyes. Another was also a teenager, with spiky blonde hair and cerulean blue eyes. There was something about the blonde kid that screamed, 'déjà vu'. I swear I've seen this guy before! Possibilities tauntingly danced through my mind as I squinted my eyes at him. He looks so familiar... "Uh... Can I help you?" he warily questioned, raising an eyebrow at me with a hint of amusement in his tone. The silver-haired man chuckled. Where have I seen this guy? "Who are you?" the girl with pink hair gently questioned. She looked familiar, too. I straightened my posture and gave her a small smile, "Hi, I'm Jamie Fletcher,"
"Well, Fletcher, you have a very unusual name," the silver-haired man commented. I shook my head and corrected them, "No, no, no; name is not Fletcher. My name is—"
"But you just told us your name was Fletcher," the pinkette said, raising an eyebrow at me. I chuckled in slight disbelief. "No, it's not Fletcher. Yeah, I'm Jamie Fletcher—"
"Then why did you just tell us your name wasn't Fletcher?" the blonde-haired boy commented, scratching the back of his head.
"It isn't Fletcher! My name is—" Wicky, wicky, Slim Shady.
"Then what is it?" the cerulean-eyed boy queried. I heaved a sigh. "I am," I glanced from side to side to see if anyone was going to interrupt me. "I am Jamie Fletcher; first name, last name. So, where am I exactly...?"
"You're just by the border of Sunagakure," an elderly woman in a cloak spoke up, standing on one of the tree branches. In a second, the old lady appeared right behind the pink-haired girl. "Where's that?" I asked, geniunely confused. "It's a few miles due south," the silver-haired man stated, crossing his arms. "So, wherever you're going means there's civilization, right? A town, a city, an airport; something...?"
"Foolish girl, Sunagakure is one of the most powerful villages in the world!" The old lady said, jumping back on the tree. Super ninja granny! "We have to make haste; the Kazekage needs to be rescued," Almost immediately, the blonde boy narrowed his eyes. "Gaara," he muttered under his breath, jumping on a tree. The silver-haired man turned to the emerald-eyed girl. "She doesn't have any chakra," the pinkette spoke up, giving me a brief glance. "Should we help her?"
"Hai; we should. I'll take her myself. It's not safe for a civilian to wander about these woods."
"I agree; there are so many bandits around this time, or so I've heard. Plus, she may have some information to why she's in the middle of the forest," They nodded at each other before the pink-haired girl jumped on the tree. The masked man turned his back to me, bending his knees slightly. What the... My gray eyes drifted to the stupid 'falling star'. It was still behind me. It was still creeping me out. The man looked at me expectantly. "What?" I asked, kicking the rock away. It rolled back, only with more force. The push caused me to temporarily lose my balance. "Get on," he said. I knit my eyebrows at him, stomping on the idiot rock, contemplating on whether to get on this man's back or not. Mom always taught me to never fraternize with the opposite-sex, which is probably why I've come to be such a loser I am now. But... I need this man's help. If I don't accept the help he's given me, I'll die here in this dumb forest, all alone with nobody nor nothing but the 'falling star' to comfort me. My lips twisted into a grimace at the mental image and in a flash, I jumped on his back, holding on for dear life.
The man jumped on the tree and began to jump from there to anothere tree at a rhythmic pace. "Who are you?" I asked, clapping a hand over my mouth lest a bug flies into it. "I am Hatake Kakashi; surname, first name. Folk around here don't introduce themselves with their surnames last," I nodded. "Who're they?" I queried, motioning to the blonde, the pinkette and the elderly lady. "The elderly woman there is Lady Chiyo. She's a very skilled puppeteer. The girl with pink hair is Haruno Sakura. She's a talented medic-nin who was the Godaime Hokage's apprentice. The blonde there is Uzumaki Naruto," My heart skipped a beat.
It clicked. "Even though he's a knuckle-head at times, he's very friendly and very loyal to his village," Kakashi chuckle, sending vibrations through my chest. Though I could still feel the vibrations through my chest, which meant he was talking, I couldn't help but stiffen as I found myself in a pool of thoughts.
I'm in the Naruto world! My heatbeat grew erratic as it pounded against my chest. I closed my eyes, pressing my forehead against Kakashi's back.
Oh, Layla; after all of your retarded theories on how the Naruto world was real, you were actually right. 'Who is Layla?' you ask? Well, Layla is my first cousin, who lives in Idaho and is absolutely obsessed with Naruto and anything related to it. Yeah, that means that she's obsessed with Naruto fanfiction, Naruto merchandise, Naruto cosplaying; you name it. She even collects antique televisions, thinking that one day, if she finds 'The One', it'll suck her into the Naruto world. She said she aims to master every 'jutsu', join this group with the red clouds and fall in love.
Honestly, I just think she just wants to have hot, sweaty hate sex with the atagonists. She always tends to reveal about her delusional fantasies, often expressing about them in absolute detail while she and I do the dishes after Thanksgiving dinner. A chill made its way down my spine. I'm not even that fond of Naruto! Kuroshitsuji, Inuyasha or Bleach is more of my forte. That comment I just made will surely send hordes of fangirls to me, wishing to make me suffer their wrath! Will the 'falling star' help me, or will it let me plunder down to their grasps?
I clung onto Kakashi, still in my state of deep thought. Who would not, if they were not avid Naruto fans? Thoughts raced throughout my head, along with a number of various possibilities. When will I get home? Will ever get home? Is there even a way home? Are mom and dad alright? Did they notice I'm gone? A sigh escaped my lips. "Wish you were here instead of me, Layla," I muttered, shaking my head.
If there was a way in this world, then surely there must be a way out. My eyes drifted to the ground. Only then did I notice that we were so high up; so high, my head spinned. We jumped from tree to tree at an incredible rate, yet out of the very corner of my eye, I saw the 'falling star' rolling after us; me, specifically. The wind blew my ebony black hair in different directions as I glared daggers at it.
If there were a way home, it'd probably have something to do with that 'falling star'. And I was determined to get back, no matter what.
How was it? Did it suck? Please review; I really like reviews. Anyways, so I guess I'm going to continue this story! I've got a lot of ideas for this one. Haha~! Keep yourselves tuned in for the next chapter, ne?
~JellyDonut16~