Survival training with a closet pervert. Oh the joy...

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HEY! :D

I am really really sorry that i haven't uploaded, its been like a week. i feel so bad :(

What makes it worse is the fact that this might be my last upload for a while since i have to start school in a few days and wont have as much time to write anymore D:

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Anyways...

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I DON'T OWN NARUTO! MASASHI KISHIMOTO DOES!

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Question of the day is:

Who is your favourite Naruto character?

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“MADDI WAKE THE HELL UP!” someone yelled from above me.

I shot straight up and my head collided with whoever was above me. I groaned and rubbed my forehead and glared at the person who yelled. Anko looked at me and smiled brightly even though a big red mark was forming on her forehead. I looked over at my alarm clock which had the numbers blinking at me. My eyes narrowed as I read the display.

“What the hell Anko! Why did you wake me up so early! It’s only three in the morning!!!” I yelled at her.

“But imouto-chan you were the one who told me to wake you up early,” she pouted, “You said that you had survival training, remember?”

“I know I said I wanted to be woken up early, but not THIS early!”

“But Maddi,” she whined. I groaned and

I sighed dramatically. “Okay, okay whatever. Just get the hell out of my room so that I can get dressed.”

She grinned happily and skipped out of my room.

I moaned and dragged myself out of bed to get dressed and ready for the day ahead, muttering incoherent the entire time.

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I arrived at the training grounds a bit earlier than the rest of my team. Seeing no one there I climbed into a tree and sat myself down on a high branch and munched on the rest of my onigiri. A few minutes later my other three teammates arrived at the training ground, all looking sleepy and tired… well nearly all of them. Sasuke was being his normal emo-duckbutt self. That guy seriously needs to show more emotion…

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