I'm still here / Stuck in Naruto (incomplete)

Prologue

I'm Still Here | HatsuneMiku085 | Word Count: 544

Disclaimer -
All events that happen here are purely fictional, and all characters except for my OC(s) belong to Masashi Kishimoto (creator of Naruto). None of the art is mine unless I say specifically that I made them.

Warnings -
Slight Cussing, Cringe, Sudden Death, Short Chapter.

Announcement -
There will be some misspelled words throughout this that were unnoticed by me, so if you could kindly point them out and be on your way, I will thank you and fix it. As I write more of this book and learn more, I will get better and go back to fix stuff, so if you reread this, be warned for that. There might be some ships in here that you will not agree with, and when you vote for someone and that one isn't chosen, it's okay if you say you're sad but any hate for this or anything here will be muted. Thank you.

Akira POV

"Come of Brenna, we're gonna be late!" I called back at my BFF. Said girl looked like a mess; dark brown hair matted to her skin and panting like a dog. A thin sheen of sweat shone in the tired day. She tried to wipe it away, though all it did was smudge. Eyes dead tired and slouched over with her hands on her knees, she looked horrible.

You see, we're going to an anime convention, and I had to bribe her to go. If she goes with me, I'll buy her dango for the next month or so whenever she wants one. She usually goes for the plain glazed ones or chocolate-covered ones. I
May or may not have stolen a few when she wasn't looking.

Speaking of looking, I'm looking down at my open wallet as a moth fluttered out of it. I sighed. I'm already gonna be broke from this, adding the dango is just gonna make it worse.

But, I have a reason of picking today of all the days I could've picked... it's my birthday! As soon as I was old enough to get a job legally (besides doing babysitting, mowing, house chores, etcetera), I got a part-time job at Aldi's. I even saved all the money my relatives gave me for my birthdays.

Brenna stood back up to say something, but seemed to decide against it, going down again to rest her hands on her knees. Her left hand slipped on the sweaty, grimy knee and she sloppily fell on her face, arms and legs splayed out on the hot cement.

"Slow.... down... Akira." she wheezed between thick puffs of breath, not caring to look up at me. I smirked, looking down at her with my chin raised. I'm on the school track team, which is rare and unlikely for a famed weeb to do, but that's why I do it. It may seem pitiful to do it out of spite, but I've based basically my whole life off of it.

The school track is long and a deep red color, so the soles on my shoes are matted in it, but darker on my toes seeing as I have an Achilles Heel. It puts me back, not being able to stretch my calves and being yelled at by lovely Mom and Dad for always walking on my tip-toes, but I've just learned to pay attention to when they're looking to do it, so they've stopped, save for the times when I forget.

I even took Phys Ed in summer school before I began my Freshman year, and if any of you know what that means, then I'm with you, buddy. Three hours and seven miles of walking with next to no breaks leaves you with scars (and fat blisters), especially with me being the fat-ass and literally weak-hearted person I was in Middle School. It broke me, then remade me into who I am now, a soon-to-graduate Sophomore ready to take on the world. I also took art there, cuz... I like... to draw...

So! I'm able to at least keep a steady pace for a few minutes at a time. I twirled around with a smile on my face, my normal own silvery-blonde hair done up in a ponytail slapping me in the face. I could hear Brenna snort a little at that.