The Knucklehead's Twin | Naruto fanfiction

My Life, in a Nutshell

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN NARUTO AND THE PERSON WHO MADE THE COVER IS covers-4-books 

I am also aware that covers-4-books  spelled the username wrong, but I wasn't gonna make her remake it for that one mistake. I did write this book. Hope you enjoy.

(Suzy's POV)

Beep! Beep! Beep!

My alarm continuously droned on my bed stand. I groaned and slammed the button to have it shut up. As I questioned my existence, I grabbed my phone of the bed stand and I saw the usual. Texts from boys confessing their "undying love" for me and likes from Instagram. I sighed and stood up. As I staggered to the bathroom, I accidentally woke up one of my sisters. Well, I call them my sisters.

"Suzy, you're not an elephant, so stop walking one!" Emily shouted from her doorway.

"Fine!" I shouted back as I shut the bathroom door. I grabbed my curling iron and called my only true friend, Cassandra.

"Hey Suzy! What's up?" She asked.

"Is your brother there?" I asked her as I tried not to burn my fingers.

"Yea, why?"

"Tell him to stop sending me texts confessing. He's like 14. I've only just turned 12."

"But to be honest, you don't look 12. The perfect hair, the crystal blue eyes, your nice figure, are you sure you're 12?" She teased.

"Yes, I'm sure!" I said as I finished another 2 locks of my hair with curls. As I started to finish one side, she asked the forbidden question.

"Hey Suzy, has Ashton asked you out yet?" She asked. I slammed my hand on the sink and I could tell that she flinched.

"Cassandra, I love you, but you know that is the forbidden question!" I scolded.

"Ok, ok, fine. Just asking. Gotta go get ready, bye!" She hung up before I could say bye. And I'm glad she did. I finished curling my hair and headed to my room. I slapped on a loose fitting skirt and a t shirt. As I tied a red ribbon around my head like I normally do. "Bye Mother Vivian!" I yelled out as I walked out of the door.

Well if you haven't guessed yet, I'll tell you. I am in a group foster home and an interesting one as a matter of fact. This foster home is for anyone with a mental illness and doesn't have parents. Carla, for example, has OCD and anxiety. I have stage 3 depression, extreme anxiety and ADHD. I also have 4 suicide attempts bulging out of my file. Yup, I have one of those too. So no one has tried to adopt me because of the risk of me actually killing myself. Because of the fact that they could be charged with child endangerment and manslaughter. I wouldn't adopt me either. But to keep rumors from spreading and making my anxiety sky rocket, I keep the image of a perfect school girl. Or at least I try to.

But for some reason, recently I haven't been able to shake off the fact that I think I don't really have depression. As if someone was just saying that I have depression so that I'll try something. And that certainly has worked. I've never truly felt depressed, except for one time. And this weird thought has started haunting me, making me want to die. But I don't feel depressed enough to actually want to die. I think I may just be going crazy, but I don't think that this is a coincidence.

"Hey Suzy!" I heard someone call out behind me. I didn't want to wanting to turn around, but I hesitantly did.

"Hey Ashton," I sighed reluctantly.