Naruto, age 7-
I was born not knowing my parents, and being raised by hatred. I didn't know why. I want to know why. I was bullied, hurt, I have scars, but people cared about Sakura and her big
forehead. It wasn't fair. What makes it worse, is that they think im a boy, which makes it ok to hurt me.
Age 11-
I was getting so tired of everything. I stood on the top of the ninja academy. I was ganna jump, everyone staring. Parents were worried, and children said to not do it. They never cared until now.
Then Iruka sensei came to stop me. He was the only one who really cared. He was like my dad. He grabed me, and hugged me. "Naruto" he spoke, "please, don't die". I started crying, turned, and hugged him back.
Not long after, he adopted me. Now I'm safe, and not so sad and lonely.
