When I was young

I got picked on

A lot

I was fat

And always alone

Till that day

A blonde blur

Crashed into some bullies

A small boy

Less then half my size stood up

Grinning

He was from my class

The one

That always got into trouble

Never afraid

To speak out

He yelled at them

Not afraid to cuss

The bullies ran off

In fear

He didn't care

When he looked at me

I couldn't help

But stare

In awe

He looked like a

Hero

No

More like he looked like

The Fourth

From the story books

Bright Blond Hair

Determined Blue eyes

Bronze skin

And a white T-shirt

That was not afraid

To stand out

Against the green of Konoha

He grinned at me and spoke

"Hey Chubby,"

I couldn't help but blink

"What do you think your doing?"

The wind blew

And he closed his eyes

And opened them again

There where so many

So many emotions

In those eyes

"You should be proud of being chubby!"

He flashed me a grin

Before he left

In a flash of yellow

Flying across the field

I won't say

I made a friend

No

He

Even now

Became my hero