My name is Sabaku no Gaara, I'm fifteen years old, and guess what? My life's a living hell. My mother died giving birth to me, my mothers brother pretended to love me until I was six then he tried to kill me as well as pushing my dwindling sanity saying my mother hated me also, my siblings are more or less afraid of me and live away from home, and as my father... he beats me. With his favourite tradition of trying to kill me on my birthday as he's always blamed me for my mothers death. As I said, my life sucks.
We're moving to a new town today, I got kicked out of last school being a 'troubled' child, it wasn't my fault, a gang of guys looked to start fight and I finished it. I think I put the three of them in hospital or something like that, like I care. I know no-one will ever understand me, that's why I got the kanji word for 'love' on the left side of my forehead. I've always stood out for having red hair and black rings around my eyes, no I don't wear eye liner I'm an insomniac OK, it gives low life's the opportunity to get at me, I suppose my dark clothing doesn't help me. My father gave me a particularly nasty beating for getting kicked out yet another school, he broke my arm, it has since set right.
We're approaching the new town in the car, Konoha, just another crummy town, with more crummy people who won't except me and ridicule me as I try to hide my bruises from my father's beatings day in, day out. I'm listening to Slipknot trying to drown out the sounds of my pathetic life, I have considered suicide more times than I care to count, but then I think about the pain of it, and whether it's even worth it. Especially if it failed, man that would suck.
We're driving though the town right now, I think the time's six am, my father's glaring in my direction whilst driving. "You're going to school today." Great, not even five minutes in this hell hole and already I have to make enemies. I just nod and that seems to appease him. I glance out the window thinking about I can't wait to save up some cash, leave my fathers clutches and start a decent life for myself, yeah that would be so good. The cars stopped, "This is where we're gonna be living, memorise the route to school from here, because I am NOT picking you up. Got it?" I just nod again and start taking in the route, and how to find my way back home. Lucky me, I live ten blocks from school, joy. It's about half six in the morning and my fathers dropped me at school two hours early, "You are home tonight by nine o'clock latest or else, and you have chores to do." I nod automatically, see the thing about my deranged father is he lets me have free time, only because he can't stand the sight of me so he lets me have five hours freedom after school to do whatever I want, but if I'm not back on time there's hell to pay. Of course with no friends there isn't exactly anywhere to go, and I'm pretty used to being by myself so personally I think the sick sadistic basted says that to remind me what a crap existence I have. Ass-hole.
I grab my back pack sling it over my shoulder and slam the car door as I exit, I hear him grunt in aggravation before the car speeds away. So now I have two hours before school even opens to sit and freeze, I sigh and slump on a bench outside school. I cross my legs and get out my sketchbook, still listening to my music, I'm currently sketching a chibi raccoon personally I can relate to the little creatures. The night time activity, scraping an existence to get by, and plus the masks on their faces also what amuse me considering I have rings around my eyes as well. Usually I sketch raccoons, fading flowers, the starry skies, basically stuff reflecting on my life. That and I write poetry, stories anything to pass the time at night during my sleepless hours. I have a very good reason why I don't sleep much, to stay alive, the last thing I want is my father assassinating me in my sleep. Speaking of which I'm gonna need a hell of a good coffee at lunch, I will physically scream this lunch time if this school doesn't have coffee.
Glancing at my watch it's roughly twenty past eight, wow, time flies when your lost in your thoughts. Looking around me, I can now see loads of people looking at me and whispering to their friends, fantastic I'm already an outcast. Sighing I turn my attention back to my sketching when a flash of blonde pops up in front of me. Looking up I see it's a goofy looking kid with blond spiky hair, blue eyes, sort of whisker marks on his cheeks, and wearing a bright orange hood y and blue jeans. Very noticeable compared to my dark blood red jacket and black jeans. He's grinning at me, annoyed I growl, "Let me guess I'm sitting in your spot right?" This guys grin never falters, "Nah, close to it though." He sits by me without invitation, "I've never seen you before, what's your name?" I blink, that's a weird way to begin to insult me, I guess it's coming along later In some clever form, I narrow my eyes at him "Sabaku no Gaara."