A/N: Okay, so the first eleven chapters are NOT mine, they belong to Nadalada, not me. She put the story up for adoption, and I adopted it (obviously). But advice and critiques are welcome! Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto or any characters in it. Please Review! 'Thoughts' "Speaking"

Mini-Prologue

It was a sunny day in the small town of Norwich, Connecticut; a rare occurrence considering it was February. There were still patches of snow and slush littering the town. The sidewalks, normally empty in the winter, were full of hormonal teenagers, and rushing housewives dragging their poor, struggling children around, shopping for their families. Despite the good cheer around the town, just outside of it, there was a gloomy cloud hanging over a lone country home.

Lounging on the couch in the living room of that very home was a sullen young girl of fifteen, flipping through the pages of book, snorting quietly every so often. That girl was trying to get rid of the lonely bitterness of her life, at least temporarily, by reading one of her sister's ridiculously cheesy romance novels, and inwardly mocking the characters. This was a favored activity for the girl; one that always helped cheered her up. Unfortunately, with the situation she was in, she needed a lot more than some cheesy romance to brighten her day. Little did she know, "a lot more" was exactly what she was going to get. Sometimes, wishes were made to be remembered…

First Person (and The Actual Start of the Story)

I snorted once again, reading about how the pathetic female character would rather die than be without her unbelievably good looking boy-toy, oops, I mean boyfriend. Throwing the book onto the coffee table, I stood up, cracking my back as I started walking to the kitchen in search of something to eat. 'The fact that I can't even remember the character's names after I just stopped reading is a testament to how much I hate romance novels.'I sighed and opened the fridge, just to close it seconds later remembering that I didn't actually have any food.

This has been my [oh so boring] life since my parents went on a two month long trip to New York to visit their eldest daughter, and my older sister, whom they haven't seen for almost a year. I was, of course, pissed when they told me I would be left all alone for so long, but after a screaming match with mom about favoritism and unfairness, and a good cry in my room, I got over it. Truthfully, I didn't mind being home alone at all. In fact, I had been called a hermit more than once in my life because of my overwhelming need for privacy at all times. I really just missed Katie as much as Mom and Dad did. I haven't talked to her once since she left; no phone calls, no texts, no e-mails, no nothing. 'And whose fault is that?' I quickly shut my inner self up, knowing that it was true. I was too lazy to be bothered to pick up a phone or even text a "hey" to her cell. I had just kept telling myself that I was going to see her in February.

Now it was February, and I wasn't seeing her. At the start, it had been planed to take off two weeks before school ended for March Break and go to New York with my parents, then once March Break ended I would come back early, alone. My parents would stay another month, because my father had business there, and then they would come home. The timing had been perfect for my parents, and I spent all of February doing extra work just to make up for what I was going to miss. But then, disaster had struck. A day before we were going to leave, my parents changed their minds, deciding it was too much school to miss. And well, you can guess what happened then. Luckily, Mom entrusted me to tell my teachers that the plan was cancelled, seeing as my mother had never called ahead to tell the school, and attend like a good little girl. 'Like that was ever going to happen.'Now I had two months without parents, and one a month with no school. Life should have been great, but here I was; completely depressed, and they had only left two days ago. 'I guess I'm not as cut-out for the hermit lifestyle as I thought I was.'

Yawning I walked into the front room that housed the front door and a closet, and threw Katie's book into one of the boxes of her stuff that was currently residing at the bottom of said closet. Walking back to the kitchen feeling hungry, I didn't even glance at the fridge or the cupboard. I strode purposely to the small separate freezer and pulled out the last piece of my birthday cake from a few weeks ago, that I had hidden there and promptly completely forgot about, until now that is. 'Mmm, chocolate cake'was the only thought floating through my mind as I placed the creamy chocolate masterpiece onto a small plate and started searching the drawers for a clean fork. I opened the emergency cutlery drawer, and fished out a fork, my hand brushing against something colorful.

Curious, I took out said object that just conveniently happened to be a stray birthday candle. 'Awesome!' Grinning to myself, I dug through the rest of the drawer and found eight more equally colorful candles. The grin soon turned into a frown as I found out, the hard way, that trying to put nine candle into one little piece of cake only resulted in making a big hole in the cake. 'Meh, it's not like I can fix the damage anyways.' With that thought in mind I left the candles, which by now were in a big bunch in the middle, and went to search for a lighter.

Lighter in hand, I practically skipped back to my yummy cake, singing happy birthday under my breath, my mood a lot happier. I lit the candles, put the lighter on the counter, and took my chocolaty prize back to my living room. Mindful of the small inferno but hot on my cake, I gingerly placed it on the coffee table, and flopped carelessly onto the leather couch. Rubbing my hands together and licking my lips like a starve wolf, I was really glad I was alone, as I probably looked like a complete retard. I closed my eyes and blew the candles out. 'I wish that I wasn't alone; that a bunch of friends would just show up and stay with me.'

Opening my eyes I immediately snatched up my fork and dug into the cake, like a starved lion would eat a gazelle. I never noticed the wind pickup outside or the lights flickering. It was chocolate cake; I wasn't really expected too anyways. Sometimes, I hate my obliviousness.

A/N 2: Thankies to everyone who read the first chapter! If you've found this story before I've posted the second chapter, expect it by Wednesday (hopefully). After that, I'll post every Saturday/Sunday, so have fun!