Peoples! Hey! This is my new story and I hope you enjoy! I don't own Naruto. If I did, I would be happy as a horse with a horn. So! Chapter One!

Hey. My name's Tenten. I'm a sixteen year old girl who lives alone in a small house in Konaha. Why am I alone? Because my parents died a week ago.

They were shot to death by a drunken gang who decided it would be fun to kill my parents. No one knows though. I made it pretty clear with the police that I wanted it kept quiet.

Only a few people know. Like my best friend Sakura. She's the one who's trying to help me get through this mess. It's nice of her, but I don't think I'll ever get over it.

How am I able to afford the bills? My parents left a lot for me, so I'm covered. But that still doesn't solve my problems. My name's Tenten, and I'm alone.

I lay curled up in a ball on my bed. I haven't gotten out of bed for two days. Why should I? There's nothing I can do. If I get up, my parents aren't gonna be sitting on the couch watching TV. My parents aren't gonna be in the kitchen cooking dinner.

They're not coming back. Nothing I do will make them come back. They're gone. For good.

So here I am, lying on my bed staring at the ceiling. I don't know what to do. I can't even walk around my own house without bursting out crying. Too many things that remind me of them. Especially their room. Oh sorry, their old room.

Its right next to mine so I can't get anywhere without having to walk past it. Which is pretty sad since I'm getting hungry. I haven't eaten or drank in two days. New record.

Well, I guess it's time to get up. I swung my legs off the bed and sat up. I stumbled a bit from lying down for a long time. I probably look like a mess. Oh well, who cares.

I glanced at the clock. 3:47. I walked out my room and down the hallway with my eyes closed. I know what you're thinking. Why is she walking with her eyes closed? It's 'cause I don't wanna see my parent's room. To painful.

Well at least I made it to the kitchen. I looked in our fridge and found. . . Nothing. Well I guess that's what happens when no one goes grocery shopping for a week. Now I have to go shopping. Good. I don't think I can spend another minute in this house.

I ran back to my room and changed into clean clothes. After fixing my hair into my signature twin buns, I walked out the house. Eh, no use in locking it. There's nothing to take.

I walked past Konaha High School and groaned. I just remembered, school starts tomorrow. I made my way to Food Tiger and walked through the sliding doors. Man I love those things.

I walked into one of the aisles and saw my most favorite thing to eat. Pickles. Yeah don't judge me, I love pickles. So what? At least I'm not like that Naruto kid who pigs out on ramen.

Hmm. . . . So many different kinds of pickles. What to choose. . . Eh I'll just get Dill. Grabbing a small jar, scratch that. Grabbing a huge jar, yeah that's better, I headed deeper into the aisles to get the other foods like bread, pickles, meat, pickles, lettuce, pickles, canned things, pickles, cereal, oh and did I mention pickles?

After getting everything I needed, I made my way to the checkout line. When it was my turn, the cashier looked at the pickles, then at me, and then at the pickles. I raised an eyebrow at her. "Yes?"

She shook her head and checked everything out. Stupid cashier judging me. Can't she see that I'm in pain and need to drown out my sorrow in pickles?

I paid her in cash, grabbed my bags, and headed home. I walked through the parking lot feeling empty. I don't want to go home. Anywhere but there. I'm so alone there. Yeah I could call Sakura but it's just not the same. I need my parents.

It's not fair, why did they have to go? They didn't do anything wrong. They did nothing to those gang members. And yet they were still killed. Why is life so unfair?

At this point I finally realized that I had stopped walking and was close to crying. No. I haven't cried once since they died. I didn't cry when I found out, I didn't cry at their funeral (which was only close family members), and I'm not going to cry now.

They wouldn't want me to cry. They always told me that if I cried, I would make everyone else around me sad. So I don't cry. I blinked back the unshed tears and kept walking until I reached my house. I kicked the door open.

"I'm home. . . " I whispered quietly. I half expected my mom to poke her head out the kitchen and greet me. But that's never going to happen again. Will it? I set the groceries on the kitchen table, grabbed a jar of pickles, and ran to my room.

I grabbed my laptop and jumped on my bed. I got comfortable putting the laptop on my lap and the jar of pickles nestled next to me. I opened up the laptop and turned it on.

Waiting for it to load, I opened the jar of pickles and grabbed one of the delicious used-to-be cucumbers. I started chewing on one end as I went on MeBook.

I logged in and went to recent posts. I saw that slutty son of a beep Karin post something disturbing.

Karin: Had the best night of my LIFE with Neji last night;)

Ew. I just can't imagine someone like her, with someone like Neji. Wait, let me think about this. Let's compare them shall we?

She's stupid, he's smart.

He's a man-whore, she's a slutty whore.

I take it back they are perfect for each other! I laughed quietly to myself as I finished off my third pickle. I know I just devour pickles, it's not my fault. . . They just taste so darn good! I probably know what your thinking.

Why the freak is she so darn happy when she just lost her family? Shouldn't she be crying? Stuffing tissues up her nose? Well I'm not happy. I'm on the verge of breaking down. The only thing keeping me sane is Sakura's advice. Don't think about it. It only makes it feel worse. So I'm not.

I'm distracting myself with pickles, and laptops. I finished off the last pickle in the jar and threw the old glass container away. I got back on my laptop and saw someone posted another status.

Jen: With my parents at the park:) fun fun fun:D

And that's when I lost it. I slammed the laptop closed and jumped off my bed. I ran out of my room, jamming shoes on my feet. I shut the front door behind me as hard as I could and ran.

Where? Heck I don't know. As far away from here as possible. Great I can't even go back to my own house now without losing it.

I kept running and running until I made it to a small park. It's a good thing that it's empty too. Cause right now, I wanna be alone. I don't need people taking pity on me. I don't need people I don't even know coming up to me and say I'm so sorry, when there not. I don't need any of that. I just need my life back.

I just need my parents home. Where they belong. It's not fair. It's never fair. My parents said for every bad thing that happens, there's some good in it. So where's the good thing in this?

I closed my eyes and walked over to a bench. I didn't sit in it. I started kicking it. Hard. I kicked it until I couldn't feel my foot. And then I sat down. I hugged my knees to my chest and closed my eyes.

Plop!

I looked at my arm and saw a big raindrop traveling down it, leaving a small trail. Then, it started pouring. Great. Now I'm soaking wet. Oh well, who gives a crap? It's just water.

I rested my head between my legs, enjoying the rain pounding on my back. I like it like this. Cause if I listen carefully, I can almost hear my parents laughing.

Done with the first chapter! I hope you guys like it, it took me a long time to get right:) Well anyway, REVIEW!