"Sasuke, Sasuke, Sasuke! You can't hind in there forever!" the fan girls' voices grated on my eardrums as I walked into the (my) house. Of course, karma caught up to me and I had to move.
Again. Karma's a bitch.
Naturally, we had to move into the only house left available in Konoha. Because it was next to Uchiha Sasuke's. I saw him t school once or twice. I don't see what's so cool about him. He was in some of my classes. Or actually all of them.
I walked to wards the back of my house, tripping over boxes as I went.
I reached for the string that hung from the roof. I chose this room for one reason.
Privacy.
If my parents had really known the reason I always wear long sleeve shirts, or why my hair was always covering my face, or why I was so dark, why I took my garbage out every night, or why there were bruises on my neck, they'd kill me.
I always say they are from my clumsiness (knowing me they can believe) but they get suspicious.
Since I was almost was late for school and early coming home. I didn't see anybody that I thought was fuck- worthy.
I didn't go out for the weekend yet because I was unpacking. I turned the light switch on for the loft and a bunch or star shaped lights went on there were posters everywhere.
I guess I lied about not going anywhere for the weekend. CDs filled the thingy I got for them easily. My mattress was on the floor and unmade. I dropped my stuff on the ground beside my bed, grabbed my ipod and left.
I left a note for my parents saying I was gone for a while. I didn't even know where I was going myself…