Hmmmmmmmm... you see... I started writing this story... last year. And I read it again today. And...decided it sucked. Yup.so. ill start over except. I think ive gotten worse at writing so...w/e. im bored.
I don't own naruto...boohoo
Love Lost and Love Gained
One… two… three… tears rolled downdirt streakedcheeks, mixing with the rain that cleansed wounds of the body but did nothing for the pain of the soul. Face down, in the muddied water of the streets of Konoha, a young boy sobbed his heart out, wondering why no one offered even a pitying look as they hurried home, to where a warm house and the warm embraces of a loving family waited. Fate had laid a heavy hand on the boy. In the entire seven years of his existence, he had never known "a family". He had been denied the privilege of "a friend". The only things given to him were bottomless sorrow, loneliness, and hopes of a chance at happiness that had been shattered like the beer bottles that were thrown at him earlier by screaming drunks. Each morning, azure eyes shining with clarity and enthusiasm dimmed to a dull lifeless blue by dusk. And still he harbored no hate. Only fierce determination to overcome and be granted, eventually, all that he had ever been denied. Struggling to his feet, the little boy wiped his tears and trudged through the mud towards his ownhome of cheap linoleum and peeling paint.
Eh… im bored again…… that's it for now. That was the prologue?
Random clichéd babble is more like it. …..