Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto.
Gaara sat in the sandbox with his new friend. He never really had a friend. Whenever he found someone who would actually play with him, like this boy, it never lasted more than half a day. Every time some one would take his friends away. Kids would warn each other about him and frantic mothers would drag their children far away from him.
"Gaara?"
The voice yanked him away from his thoughts. The boy was short for his age and had sandy brown hair and bright green eyes.
"yeah" Gaara whispered. He was quiet because he wanted people to talk to him as long as possible.
"Are you okay, 'cause you seemed really quiet."
"I'm fine"
The boys then went back to playing in the sand. This made Gaara happy because the sandbox was his favorite place after the swings. He was actually a lot like most kids at his age.
"Hey Gaara" Manzo said softly. He had heard all the things the other kids said about Gaara and it made him slightly nervous. He didn't want to believe them because back at his old village people had always spread mean untrue rumors about him.
Gaara turned to look at him "yeah"
"Do you want to go over to the swings?"
"Of course!" Gaara smiled for the first time in a long time.
Manzo and Gaara raced to the swings both very happy. When Manzo's mom came to get him she didn't even give Gaara one dirty look. This was a first for Gaara because all of the adults in the village were always mean except for Uncle Yashamaru. Gaara hoped that maybe he had actually found a real friend.
a/n: This is my first fic so please be nice.