I walked along the empty street in silence, glancing down at the dull, worn grey that so perfectly matched the winter sky. It had yet to start snowing, but I didn't mind so much. As long as it snowed on Christmas. I smiled a bit, bitterly, and brushed a strand of hair from my eyes. I am now fourteen, going on fifteen, and it has been just about eleven years since I left home. I'd never left willingly -- it was, in fact, my very own mother who decided to rid herself of me. That was when I lost my home. Home...it was hardly a suitable home to begin with. I remember it perfectly -- flowers everywhere, and streets and sidewalks that sparkled in the sun. Those had always fascinated me. In my mind, they represented some sort of hope. When I asked the kind old lady next door how they glittered so radiantly in light and in darkness, she said that it was simply magic. My mother found the very idea proposterous, and forbid me from seeing her again. I didn't know why, but it made me sad. I cried. A week later, I heard in town that the woman had moved to a faraway place. The day before that, I remember someone came to the door -- a rare thing indeed -- but my mother turned them away. I've always wondered if it was her. My mother had always neglected me. On occasion, when we would actually speak, she'd only scream at me -- call me a monster and tell me that that's why my father left. Sometimes she would even hit me, but I was most terrified of her words. When I was two weeks from turing four, we drove out of town for the day. The ride seemed to last forever, so I supposed that we were going far away. I was excited, since I rarely left the house. I really thought that I might be able to bond with my mother, to make her love me. When we came into the orphanage, and I was told I would be staying, my smile completely disappeared. There would be no trace of it for years. I looked up at my mother, whom I still loved despite everything, with pleading eyes. When I asked her if she would ever be coming back, she didn't answer, and left. The orphanage wasn't much different from home. I was constantly neglected and ridiculed, even by the caretakers. Eventually I was so disliked that I would be hit when I spoke. By the time I was eleven, I'd become fed up with everything, and I ran. I left the orphanage and ran as far as my legs could carry me. Because of that, I ended up being taken into the Hidden Village of the Mist. Both there, and at the orphanage, the streets didn't sparkle. It wasn't home. Nonetheless, I lived alone there, and pretty much kept to myself. I was used to it by now. I wasn't an official nin, but I trained like one. I almost never slept because of that. Training was all I did. I was desperate to prove myself to everyone, especially my mother, someday. I was doing so well that sometimes, the Hokage even sent me on important missions for the village. After living in the Mist for almost four years, I was looking at some records I found from another village, and I found out by chance that I had a brother. A half brother, from my father's side. He even looked just like me. And that brings us to this empty street. I smile, wondering what he will be like. Konoha's only a couple more miles ahead. I've finally found someone who might be able to love me. The thought enchanted my heart..almost like some sort of fairytale that you tell to a child to comfort them, on the cold nights when they cannot sleep. Who knows. Maybe, once, he walked on this very road. I ran ahead in excitement and realized, as I looked down, that the streets here sparkled too.
I like this, but I think it could be better...oh well, I'm pretty pleased with it. It's basically about Na-chan, reflecting on her life thus far...but..XP i know a certain someone who knows what'll happen AFTER the end nudge