This is new for me. Like, really new.

So I have decided to make sort of like a "filler chapter" for Lovestruck, mostly because I'm not in the mood to continue writing Chapter 11. I'm in the middle of the plotline and I can't think of anything, so I'm using this as a remedy for writer's block. Crossing my fingers that this turns out okay.

This is kind of like a day in the life of the author, with our beloved characters doing useless commentary.

Boruto: *pops in* Hey! Whose commentary are you calling useless?!

Me: There's one right now.

Sarada: *follows* Right, how much are you paying for this?

Chocho: Exactly! I postponed getting dango for commentating! You better be giving me at least forty bucks!

Me: Look, I'm so broke that when our school asked for a donation of anywhere between $2 - $3, I put in a quarter that I found on the ground. I have literally NO MONEY WHATSOEVER, and your monthly pay comes from the nonexistent directors, so stop asking me!

Sarada: *huffs* Fine. Be that way.

Story content + Narrator (Snow)

Characters' commentary

A day in the author's life begins with her dragging her lazy butt out of bed in the morning at 7:00 am.

Sarada: Who the hell wakes up at 7?

Boruto: Yeah, I normally get up at around 11 or so.

Me: Okay, number one, genin don't have to get up until they have to go to training or something, so you have an excuse. Second, it's called school.

Chocho: Ooh, is that like food?

Me: No! It's like the Academy, but you're there for 13 years of your miserable life. I still have 4 years left before I can graduate and go to more school, to get a degree and go to more school. Do the math, dear readers. Now you know how old I am.

The author manages to get to school at about 7:50, after wrestling with her brother over who uses the bathroom first and managing to not burn her waffles.

Boruto: So you spend 50 minutes trying not to burn your waffles?

Me: Exactly.

After attempting to get to school (sometimes), the author will sit near the Girl's Locker Room and mindlessly use her iPod, 'cuz her lame ass parents won't get her a phone until high school.

Sarada: What's a phone? Is it like a new type of weapon?

Me: It's a piece of technology that allows you to talk to other people far away from you, even though most people these days use it for everything except calling. Jesus, some teenagers.

Boruto: *somehow ends up away from the recording booth and out onto the field* HELLO IS THIS HOW IT WORKS

Me: ...sure.

At 8:20, the author will change into her PE uniform (which has a hole in the left armpit GODDAMNIT) and go run a mile carrying a medicine ball or some other stupid shit like that while freezing her ass off and sweating at the same time. Her PE teacher is incredibly stupid.

Sarada: *snorts* Running a mile is easy! What are you talking about?

Me: Yeah, that's because you're a ninja and I'm an unfit teenage girl who gets like 9:00 on her miles. At least I'm better than Chocho.

Chocho: ExCUSE ME?

After 50 minutes of the author officially dying, she goes to History next, in which she has a B+ in and her mom is really pissed at her 'cuz we're Asian and anything below an A is a fail. And I quote, "Your test scores suck and you can't do two things at once ever again". Most of the author's test scores were B-minuses (which actually do suck) to B-pluses (still better than a D). Plus, the trimester ends next week. Yippee.

Chocho: What is this "test score" you speak about?

Me: Alright, so basically in school you get 5 grades: A, which is "superior", B, which is "good", C, which is "average", D, which is like "below average", and F, which means "fail". Unfortunately, my parents think that A is "average" and everything below A is "you fail at life, don't talk to me ever again". My life sucks.

Sarada: ... I didn't understand a word you just said.

The author unenthusiastically goes through the rest of the day at school and then goes home to "do her homework", which in reality she's actually stalking people's Instragram and eating 3 servings of pasta. Then, at approximately 4:30, she panics and does all of her homework in like 15 minutes, which means none of it was actually well thought-out and full of effort.

Boruto: *cough* procrastinator *cough*

Me: Well, you took half a year to actually figure out Sarada liked you, so I wouldn't talk.

Sarada: *smacks the narrator* AY YOU SHUT UP OR I'LL RIP YOUR THROAT OUT

Me: *whimpers* okay

At about 5, the author goes to play her 1.5 hours of piano in order to prepare for her Level 10 piano test that actually happened last week so she's technically typing all of this in past tense except it's not and this schedule stopped last week so now the narrator is confused.

Chocho: Lovely.

Anyways, after the author plays the one and a half hours, she goes to eat dinner and then stalk more people's Instragram until 8, where she plays piano until 9 and then sometimes writes stuff until 9:30 when her mom kicks her off the computer.

Boruto: God, how many hours of piano did you play?

Me: A lot. But it was worth it in the end, 'cuz I got a laptop and I don't have to play for another week. But my parents put stupid parental controls on my own laptop because they think I'll go and download 50 Shades of Grey or something and now I can only use it from 6-10 while other people be watching Netflix on their iMac while simultaneously Snapchatting their friends on their iPhone 6 Plus and neglecting their homework and STILL managing to get into top-echelon universities because their parents donated a million dollars to the college or something God that was a long rant.

After 9:30, the author wastes more time on Instagram while showering and wondering why her parents won't let her stay up until 2 am like most of her friends and then she puts on her night contacts, brushes her teeth, and stays awake in bed for the next 30 minutes thinking about stuff she probably shouldn't be thinking about, ex. "I wonder what would happen if everyone in the world had a vagina?"

Sarada: WTF PERV

Me: Chill I don't always think about that God what do you think I am

Boruto: *doesn't know what a vagina is* What is that? Is that a flower?

Chocho: *rolls eyes*

And then the author wakes up the next morning to do it all over again.

I feel like this was incredibly short and not very funny but I tried ok .

And yes, this was actually my schedule until like last Sunday when I did my piano test now I have a lot more time to write

Should I do this again? Idk maybe

~Snow