+5 Year old Naruko+

I was running down the street to get to the clothes shops. Mine are all muddy and i don't have a washing machine... soooooo.................

When i get there, i pull a mall bag of 100 yen out my pocket. Maybe i can get a pair of shoes? i can't afford much else with 100 yen. (How much is 100 yen actually in pounds? I dunno, please say!) So i go in and find a nice pair of blue boots that sell for 85 yen! WIN! I go up o the counter and put my money along with my boots on the counter. However, the shop owner spots my face, and throws the boots at me. I wince and clutch my face. "OWIE! What was that for?" I whine, picking the boots back up.

"Why are you here, Monster?! Leave, i won't accept your money, you aren't wanted here!" blinking away tears, i return the boots and slink out the shop. But just when i'm out i bump into someone's leg, and fall back onto my bum. I look up to see 2 men with metal bats looming over me. "Ha! Monster, this is what you deserve!" He cries psychotically, swinging the bat at me..

+Later+

I lie in a small pool of my blood. My body is covered in bruises and cuts. The men with bats are gone now, and didn't bother to take me to the hospital. Not like the docter's would treat me anyway...

+6 year old Naruko+

I run and run away from the angry mob. Some are chunin with kunai, some are ordinary villagers, with rakes. Suddenly, i trip, and someone throws a kunai at me. I scream as i digs into my skin. A villager runs over and HITS MY BACK WITH A RAKE. I scream. Another throws rocks at me.

+Later+

My stomach has a huge cut in it, you can just about see a tip of the ribcage. I lost the ability to speak hours ago. Do you know what's worse. The hokage saw, and didn't help.

+7 year old Naruko+

I had just went home from the academy. But, when i open my door, it starts a chain reaction. I trip a tripwire, paint splashes on me, i stumble backwards, step on a pressure plate, which makes several shuriken hit me in the back. I fall down in pain. I faintly hear laughing.

+Today+

I may be older, i may be able to hold my own, but it's no differant. Everyday i have to check my back to make sure there isn't a bomb on it, when i open my door i have to check for tripwires, and am forced to use the window instead. When i walk the streets, i have to check i have my weapons pouch on me, otherwise i wouldn't be still alive.

This is my life. This is my hell.