My Happy Ending

Summary: "Hey Sasuke." Naruto whispered. "What, Naruto." Sasuke asked, paying more attention to brandishing his katana than at Naruto. "Didja see that fatty yet?" the blonde snickered. "Fatty?" Sasuke asked. "Yeah, that super fat girl who moved in!"

Chapter I: Starting a New Life…hopefully.

A/N: I've edited Yelin's age to twenty one. fourteen is too hard to work with. Please be aware of her age now. Thank you.

"Ha ha! Fatty! Pig! Whale!", Distant voices shouted, and the forms of my tormentors were blurry. I was there. With them, the blurry faces and the sneering.

They were picking on me.

I wasn't a newbie at this torture. I've been here before. They weren't the first to make fun of my body. But still, I felt my vision cloud up as tears formed in the corners of my eyes. I was shocked at how they can manage to hurt me every time, when the tears fell from my face onto the concrete below.

I awoke with a startled gasp from my dream.

And then, I remembered.

That time when Tsukoro threw a rock at me and ran away, before he even knew if the rock had hit me. Which it had-squarely on the corner of my head- it had made me bleed, but I wasn't surprised. When the rock had made contact, I heard the oddest sound. It sounded like a nail was smacked into my head, for it vibrated only in my ears.

The other time, when Tsukoro's friend, Azuma, had spit on my favorite coat. He had gotten frustrated when I had dodged all his snowballs aimed at me. I wanted to rip him apart, but I knew I could possibly end up injuring him more than needed.

So, I did what I thought was best.

I prayed for them. All of them, Tsukoro, and Azuma, and all the other bullies who hated me for my body.

I prayed that they would find the right path and be more nicer to anybody else they might dislike. Or at least that they would leave others alone.

Of course, I had tried many things before deciding to pray. Such as suicide. You, reader, have utterly no idea how many times I was perched at the tip of a cliff, about to jump, but someone would scream and I would reel back in shock of what I had tried to do. I also tried to suffocate myself, but it was merely a dream. To stop breathing is harder than it looks.

But I knew why this was happening to me in the first place.

All because I was fat.

I weighed a hundred-sixty then. A little overweight for a senior. But there were plenty others who were fatter than me. But why me? I wonder to this day.

And now, I grow more worried as the family wagon passes by each tree. I think to myself, Will it be the same in Kohona? Will everyone think I'm a fatty too? Tears spring to my eyes, but I swallow the lump in my throat and remain quiet, even when my heart is screaming at the pain of merely remembering the times of Eitoku-my old village. My parents do not know about the bullying. They would be most ashamed. I was the top student in my class, and they expected me to excel in Kohona as well.

But now, as twenty one years of age, I am not so sure about the future.

The wagon lurches to a stop as my breath hitches. Crowds of students my age.

They are pointing to my wagon.

AN: Gah! Cliffie, I know! I'm sorry everyone! Just some side notes...

This fanfiction is based on true events that occured. So, there might be some really cruel stuff.

Rating could go up, depending on language and brutal actions taken on by the main character. There is also romance. Alot of it, I am hoping.

That's all for now, please review!!

--Chris