A Love Story
Okay so I don't own Naruto, and if I did it would most likely be called Gaara instead.
I sighed as I stared out of the taxi's window. The only sound was the pitter patter of rain on the window and the roar of the engine. I began to wonder what would happen if I smashed my head into the window. Would the pain stop? Would this all just go away, like I long for it to do? Why…why did this happen to me? Why me…
A single tear fell down my cheek, but I quickly wiped it away with the back of my hand. I had decided right after my parents had died, that it would be better to try and mask my emotions…not to cry anymore. It just made it worse.
I moved to unlock the door, because my destination was coming into view. I winced forgetting that my left hand was useless. It had been badly burned in the fire.
The taxi cab came to an abrupt stop forcing me to smash my head into the back of the seat.
"Shit" I muttered to myself, along with a string of other curse words as I fixed my waist length bubblegum pink hair.
I grabbed my only bag with my good hand and paid the driver muttering my thanks and stepping out of the car and slamming the door. As I heard the taxi cabs engine fading away, I turned around only to be face to face with the place I would now have to live. The Sabako Mansion.
Okay I know that this is super short but I was just wondering if I should scrap the idea or not. By the way, I am also going to create a story similar to the breakfast club, let me know who you think should play as the characters. Also, criticism is welcomed, but please if it can be helped, no flames.