This is a 100 word drabble, written by a friend of mine and posted without her knowledge or consent, but with full credit given to her. If she finds this and wishes it removed, it will be. All reviews go straight to her. Enjoy! –Ishizu.
I can feel the sun coming in. It's on my face, making me feel hot. I should probably get up...
...But to what? Another day of ridicule, their railing at me? I'm just 'that loud Genii.' They don't understand how painful it is.
Or maybe they don't care.
No, they must not. They don't realize how much it hurts not to be loved... or respected. They think I'm just a silly spectacle of a junior shinobi.
I only do it for them to know I'm alive.
I have to. Just for them to look and notice me.
I have to...