The girl that died and went to Naruto

Wait wha!?

Before I start here is some info on the main character other than Naruto.

Chaos(No last name)

Looks-Long black hair (To her feet),admiral blue eyes,slightly tan skin.

Age:13(DOB:08-13-02)(Yup Friday the 13th)

Hobbies:Causing trouble,Pranks,Watching Naruto,Dancing,and Singing.

Family-

Mother:Amanda Reed(Foster)

Father:Harold Reed(Foster)

Brother:Troy Reed(Foster)

About Chaos: Chaos at the age of 5 was adopted by a "Loving"family from an adoption center or so she thought. The family she was adopted into every day beat her for any mistake. When she turned 7 they renamed her from her original name to Chaos. Even she can't remember it. Everyday at school she is threatened by the upper ranks of her school. On her 13th birthday the city had many different disasters causing few to die, from that day on most people blamed her for it because of her weirdness.

T-Thats All Folks! On with the story!

Chaos's Pov

Where do you go when you die? That was always the question I asked myself whenever I looked at the sky from my room window.

I looked over to the alarm clock. 'D*mn still woke up two hours before wanted' I growled mentally. I stood up and stretched enjoying the crack my back made. Jeez you'd think being the adopted one of a family they'd think to get you a comfortable bed but noo they get you a d*mn cot.

I trudged to my dresser and pulled out my panda hoodie, Twenty One Pilots shirt and my black jeans. I quickly showered and changed stepping lightly up the stairs to not wake up the *sswipes I call family.

Did I mention I hate my family? I didn't?! I HATE MY FAMILY!!! Making me clean the whole house,ordering me around, beating me, and uhh....being *ssholes! At the current moment I was washing the windows cause I already mopped and washed the dishes.

After washing the windows I walked to the kitchen and cooked some eggs and bacon. I stared out the window wishing that when I walk upstairs to wake them up and they'd all be dead. But wishes don't come true.

"Sh*t!"I grumbled placing the slightly burnt omelet on a plate and set the table. While walking up the stairs I hummed a random nursery rhyme. I first walked to my "brother" Troy's room and knocked. "Troy wake up breakfast is ready."I said knocking again.

A girl with blonde hair walked out. She looked back and gave Troy what seemed to be an attempt of a sexy wink. My nose crinkled up in disgust. Troy is 15 and I am 13. I am in 8th grade and so is he. He got held back twice. The blonde girl pushed past me and walked downstairs.

A boy with brown eyes and brown hair walked out the room. Yup,that is Troy.

"Breakfast is ready."I mumbled walking to my parents room. I knocked a few times before putting on the fakest smile I could and said in a fake cheery tone. "Mother, Father breakfast."

I watched the door open and readied myself for impact. As if on cue I was backhanded to the grounded and kicked in the stomach.

"What did I tell you about calling us that!"His ruff voice growled kicking me again and grabbing my black hair tightly and holding me to his face. "Huh! Answer me!"He yelled.

I stared into his brown eyes before smirking slightly. "I can't remember."I said tauntingly.

"You b*tch!"He yelled backhanding me again.