A/N: This is my first attempt at a fanfic. I thought that it would be interesting, to say the least, to write about what would happen if Naruto was a girl. I also decided to change things up a little bit, but I'll do my best to stick with the original storyline.

Disclaimer: I am just a random fangirl. Random fangirls do not own Naruto.

Naruko's POV

The villagers call me a witch. A curse upon the village. A demon child. The last one strikes me as hilarious considering my parentage. But then, it's also the one that hurts the most.

My mother was the kyuubi jinchuriki and died giving birth to me. Kurama says that he knew that childbirth was going to result in her death, even with the help of esteemed healer Tsunade Senju. In an act of self preservation, he moved the seal inside of her into me.

After my mother died, my father was heartbroken. He fell into a depression and was unable to perform his duties as Hokage. Eventually, the Third Hokage took over his duties for him. I don't think he has smiled since she died. I don't look a lot like her; my hair is white with streaks of red and my face looks the same as my father. We have the same eyes, though. Every time my father looks into my eyes, he looks like he's about to cry. Maybe that's why the villagers see me as the cause of his depression.

It's funny how much the villagers blame me for things that I didn't even do. I am officially the village scapegoat. Even when someone else turns out to be the culprit, the villagers still blame me for as long as they can get away with it. Sometimes, I pull pranks so that I can be blamed for something I did do, for a change.

The Ninja Academy is also tiresome. I could easily be second in class if I wanted to, (I'd be first, but I have problems with clone jutsu) but if I do well, I get accused of cheating. Instead, I play a game with myself; I see how close I can get to failing without actually failing. My record is half a point.

I don't have any friends, either. The popular kids want nothing to do with me, while the unpopular kids claim that they aren't so desperate for friends that they want to be my friend. It's all right, though. I still have Kurama.

I guess Kurama can be called my best friend. He can be a bit overprotective, though. He hates the entire village for hating me. I tell him not to bother, that hating them does nothing. Kurama finds it odd that I don't hate them, despite everything. I have my reasons, which are:

1. It would be exhausting to hate them as much as they do me.

2. Hating them would be unproductive, and there are many more useful things that I can spend my time and energy doing.

3. One day, I will actually make friends within this village and get the villagers to accept me. I can't do that if I hate them.

4. Me hating them would result in me being lowered to their level and I would become the demon they call me.

For these reasons, I smile and stay cheerful. Some days, that smile is faked, but my spirit will not be broken. I will not cry. I will stay strong. I will not break.

Academy graduation is next week and my class will be divided into genin teams. Maybe I'll be able to call my teammates friends…

So, do you like it? Review and tell me what you think! Also, seeing as this is my first fanfic, I have absolutely no clue what genre this counts as.