Meeeeeh... my friend SandrileneFaToren13 gave me the idea for this story! lol, title is strange... either way, the main characters name is Uke!(Don't ask) Anyways... READ ON!
Lot's of 14 year-olds and up hate their parents, I hate mine like there's no tommorrow. They abondoned me at some daycare when I was six. The daycare person brought me to a foster home. When I turned 12, I found this abondoned house that was HUGE. I now live in it. I got it up and running after 3 months(And a LOT of fake crying). I have short, orange hair, the body of an 11-year-old boy(other than the chest area), exactly 5 feet tall, and dark green eyes. My names Uke. No last name, just Uke(I named myself... -_- well I don't have parents to tell me my name now do I?)...
Anyways, I was walking home on my last day of school in the hot sun. I had the strangest feeling I was being followed, but everytime I looked back, eiher nothing was there, or it was just some small animal... I enter my house and pause in the doorway. Looking around the room for a split second, I run around the house turning on everything that made noise. Blenders, the shower, alarms, the TV. I turn to the WII and set up Rockband on 2 players, hook up the microphone and gutair and choose the song Toxic by Blowsight. I have many songs on Rockband because I learned how to hack it and add my own music to it... I have a lot of time on my hands... -_-.
Anyways, I rocked out on the gutair and sang into the microphone with different songs until the power blew out. I wasn't surprised, this happens once or twice a week. I just put away my stuff and went around the house clicking everything into off. I go to the couch and lay down, as my ears ring from the loudness changed suddenly to silence. The sunsets, and I fall asleep. Dreaming of blurry figures that were vaugly familiar...
