A lot of bad things happen every day, to everyone. There's nothing we can do about it, nothing to protect us. All we can do is sit and wait for it, and just pray to God it won't hurt too much.
My family always hated me. But it made sense. I hated them more. My mom was such a bitch; she was always expecting something from me. And the funny thing is, I always lived up her expectations. She wanted me to keep up with my school work; I got top ten percent in the school. She wanted me to be more energetic; I trained to be the fastest runner in my gym class. And then there was my dad. He wanted me to fight, really well. I took like every fight style there was, and kicked those style's asses, even those muscle-bound idiots who only took it to say they had. My brother hated me because even though he's a year older than me, he couldn't catch up with me in anything. And last, but not least, there was my little sister. I honestly don't know why she hates me. I think my parents put her up to it. Well anyway, I moved out of that house like the very second I turned sixteen.
I started going to school, and almost instantly got my ass on the prep girls' shit list. It was just a first day in hell thing. I bumped into some dumb bitch with pink hair, who couldn't be assed to look where she was going, and later found out she was the most popular girl in school. And of course she was a prep. She went and told all her flunkies that I tripped her, so all of them started giving me death glares and wouldn't even approach me unless it was to bitch at me. This made me an automatic loser, with, of course, no love or social life. But I fell in love anyway.
Gaara. Oh God. He was so gorgeous. He had fiery red hair, almost scarlet. His eyes were deep and a sort of sea foam green, and he always had eyeliner on. And Oh. My. God! He had an amazing body. You can see all his muscles through whatever tight shirt he decided to wear on whatever day. He was a skater, too. Isn't it just so typical that the loser falls for perfection? Yeah, I thought so too.
I have one friend. His name's Naruto Uzumaki. He's a complete loud-mouth freak, doesn't know when to shut up sometimes, and the only other person in school that could stand up against me in chess. Remember that I did keep my grades up, so I had to stay smart. But now back to Naruto. This loud-mouth tagged along with me, but we did get along. We're the smartest of what you would call punks at our school. And he was in love with me.