Chapter II: So far, so good.

N/A: I forgot to put this last chapter!

I don't own Naruto, the dude who drew it does. :D

A/N: The main character's name is Yelin, pronounced, "Yae-LhIN"

They are pointing at me. I just know it. I clenched my hands into fists and shut my eyes tightly, wanting to become a bag of luggage or even mold into the wagon itself.

But that was merely a dream.

"Hello. I'm the neighbor next-door. I see you've just moved in. Would you like me to help you with your bags?" a voice interrupted my thoughts.

"Why, thank you! What a gentleman!" My mother's voice resonated. I opened my eyes and stepped off the wagon, and immediately cursed. The hot day had made me sweat and the shirt I was wearing clung to me on the armpits and front of my bra, were the most perspiration had taken place. I felt embarrassed and turned backwards to grab a towel, when my view of the wagon was taken away and replaced with a red spiral with a green background. 'ack', I muttered into the flax jacket.

The owner of the back turned around to face me, and my breath stopped. A masked man with only one visible eye was smiling –or smirking, I could not tell from the mask- down at me. I felt my eyebrow rise in confusion.

"Yelin, this is Kakashi-san, he's our new neighbor and he agreed to help us out with our luggage! Isn't that so nice of him?" my mother said, coming around the wagon to put a hand on my shoulders. I stared at my mother blankly and suddenly, her brow furrowed, I sensed a flash of anger. Then it clicked together, she wanted me to bow respectfully. I turned back to the gray-haired man, smiling my most serene smile and bowing deeply, I said, "Nice to meet you, Kakashi-san." When I straightened myself out, I saw that the man's visible eye was crinkled. I guessed that meant that he was smiling. I bowed again before departing inside the house to arrange the furniture.

"Yelin, help your father with this coffee table!" my father yelled from farther inside. "Coming!" I yelled back, taking off at a mild power walk toward the direction of his voice. My father was straining to lift the coffee table, I gave him a bright smile and lifted the other side of the coffee table with little effort and helped him place it where he wanted it. "Oh, Mr. Kinowa, let me help you. Your daughter should not be doing such things." a voice spoke as a mass of gray hair popped in from outside. It was that Kakashi dude. I glared at him, face fixated in a sneer and hands on my fat hips. I eventually gave up and went to arrange my room.

A short time later, I was done, and Kakashi was finally out of the house. I changed into a pair of black baggy pants, even if it was mid-summer and you could literally cook an egg on the sidewalk, I did not want to make a fat first impression. I checked myself in the mirror. My dark-almost black- hair was lying limply around my shoulders, my black shirt was getting sweaty again, and my pants had probably the most air ventilation. I sighed in defeat as I tied up her hair into a messy bun and went outside.

"…dobe." I heard a deep baritone voice. "Shut up, teme!" Another tenor voice shouted back. "I can't believe you two are still fighting!" A girlish voice yelled. I rounded the corner and I saw teens, around my age. However, me, being the clumsy and fat girl, stepped on a twig in the street and caught all of their attention.

A girl with odd pink hair, a guy with bright blonde hair and a guy with his face in a frown with dark hair. I saw the girl's eyes glare at me, and I fixed my eyes on the sidewalk before me, trying to walk by fast without breaking a sweat.

"Uchiha-san!" A voice came from nearby as the dark haired boy turned without looking at me. He left without a second glance at me.

The blonde boy was the friendliest, "Hey! Are you new? I'm Nar-!" He was cut off by the pink haired girl slapping her hand over his mouth and whispering fiercely in his ear. I felt anger rise up as I fought the urge to go and slap the girl, but I couldn't. 'I am the ultra fat girl and she's the preppy girl who gets to make fun of me. Life sucks, Yelin. Get used to it.' I reasoned as I walked far away from them.

It was now late afternoon, and I decided to catch a bite to eat at the Ichiraku Ramen Shop. I ordered a beef ramen as I slid into a booth, but not after almost knocking down the person next to me. I gasped silently, it was the dark-haired boy from before. He was cleaning his sword, waiting for his food to arrive, I guess. He took a glance at me, searched my up and down, his emotionless, onyx eyes showing nothing. I quickly turned, trying not to think of him as my ramen came.

When I was chewing my second bite, I was wondering if everyone was mean like pinky. (aka, Sakura) Suddenly, that blonde guy jumped into the seat on the other side of the dark haired fellow, "Hey Sasuke." Blondie 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! At least that's what Sakura calls her." He guffawed.

I felt my heart drop, somewhere along the vicinities of the foundations of the shop I presumed. "…dobe." I heard Sasuke mutter before walking off, leaving his bowl of miso ramen with Naruto, the blondie.

AN: Sad chapter, ne? I was half crying when I wrote this myself. –cries- anyhoodles, please review!
A BIIIIIG 'Thank You' To QueenofKH13 for reviewing! Also, Queen, can you give me the url in a message or something so I can read the story? I can't seem to find it, I'm afraid. -weak laugh-