(Name)’s Point of View
I follow this Iruka-sensei guy into the building. He says, “Class, this is our new student. Why don’t you introduce yourself and tell us some things about yourself?” I say, “Because I might not want to.” Everyone starts laughing except 2 people that I forgot the name of. I say, “Okay, my name is (Name). I am 12 years old. I will answer any questions you may have.”
A girl with pink hair and green eyes with a noticeably wide forehead asks, “What kind of jutsu do you specialize in?” I say, “I’m good at...” Kaison says, “Say you specialize in Genjutsu.” I continue, “Genjutsu.” Naruto asks, “Where did you come from anyway?”
I say, “I come from the Land of YourFacio. Okay? Now spell I-Cup.” He asks, “Why?” I say, “Just do it.” He spells, “I-C-U-P.” I ask, “Really? That’s just not right.” Shikamaru cracks up, but he doesn’t laugh. The girls scoot away from Naruto. Hinata doesn’t scoot away though. She is probably thinking in her head: ‘Um...uh...I...er...um...I...’
I really shouldn’t stay here long. I have to find my way back to my own world. I need to apologize to Kaison for being selfish. I look at my feet. I should be ashamed to think Kaison would forgive me after that happed.
Sasuke raises his hand to ask. I look at him. He asks, “Do you have any scars?” I say, “Um...I don’t know how to answer that. What exactly do you mean?” He sighs and says, “I mean exactly what I said.” I say, “I guess. I have one on the sides of my head here and here,” pointing to the places where the bullet smashed through my head.
He asks, “Was that so hard to answer?” I say, “I didn’t know if you’d count it.” I go to a seat beside Kiba. He seemed confused completely. He asks, “Why are you unsure whether your scar would count of not?” I say, “Don’t get surprised or anything, but look.” I move my hair a bit, so he could see the hole in my head.
He looks through it to Naruto. He says, “Whoa.” I say, “I’m not planning on staying here too long, so don’t go looking for me if I go missing.” He nods.
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In The Midst of Dying
AkčníI knew I was going to die now. I smile at him and say, “Goodbye. My good friend, I’ll miss you, and I’ll be waiting for you.” He says, “No, don’t pull the trigger. You can’t! Please! Don’t leave me here.” I say, “Goodbye,” pulling the trigger to the...
