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'Chapter One: A New School'
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(That day... oh yes... that day...)
"Come on Gaara, we'll be late for school." Kankurou poked his head into Gaara's room to see what could possibly be keeping the boy up there so long. After he did, he wished he hadn't, Gaara's arm was bleeding from when he encountered his father last night in a bad mood. Gaara had been outside three minutes passed his curfew, which was six o'clock. Their intoxicated father made sure he'd never be late again. Why he had a curfew so early was a mystery to all.
"Um...y-yeah." Gaara stuttered, flinching when Kankurou walked in. Gaara was skinny, too skinny, and it made Kankurou sick to know their father had done this to him.
"Hold on." Kankurou ran out of Gaara's room and into the bathroom to grab a bandage for his cut. When he came back in, Gaara was poking at his wound.
"Gaara!" Kankurou batted his hand away as Gaara gave him a pouty face. Kankurou grinned at him. "This'll only hurt a lot, 'kay?" he said, taking out the bandage and laughing maniacally.
"What?" Gaara looked shocked and confused at his crazy brother, pulling his arm out of reach.
"Just kidding, dude," Kankurou guffawed at his brother's dot-to-dot face and then anime style trip and fall.
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(Later on, just about to leave the house...)
Temari and Kankurou were waiting in the living room. Gaara grabbed his tattered backpack from the year before and the year before that and the two years Kankurou had owned it, and hurried into the hall, where he unfortunately stumbled upon his very pissed looking father, who didn't even look at him. He just walked by, but not without shoving Gaara's tiny body into a wall with a thud.
Gaara's face met the wall with quite some force, sending him off balance and to his knees. He let out a low, quiet sigh of pain from the wall and throbbing bruises. Surprisingly, his father didn't so much as acknowledge his existence and just merely walked away.
'Thank god for hangovers...' Gaara rolled his eyes and walked into the living room, getting a nice warm smile from his sister, whilst Kankurou threw his arm around the redheads frail shoulders as they headed off for there first day of school.
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(On the way to school...)
"Gaara, you're a freshmen now right?" Kankurou grinned; his arm still flopped over Gaara like an armrest. Gaara gave him a silent nod and Kankurou turned to his brother slightly. "Hey."
"Hm?"
"You alright? Nothing happened today, right?" Kankurou put his hand up to the smaller boy's forehead, checking for a fever.
"No. Nothing, really, I'm alright." Gaara stared down at his converses, listening to them smack against the pavement.
"You sure?" Temari said poking his cheeks lightly, sticking her tongue out playfully.
Nod.
Silence.
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(At school, Gaara's POV)
My brother has finally claimed his hand to wave to Temari, who is now leaving us so she can go hang with her friends.
"Want me to help you find your classes? I know my way around and we're early enough, so I can at least help you find your homeroom." Kankurou's always like this, he's really nice to me for some reason, one of two I know, including my sister.
I shake my head 'no'; although I do want him to I know I'd just be bothersome to him. Besides, we don't have as much time as he thinks and I know he wants to find his class as well.
"You sure?"
"Yeah."
'No I'll get lost help me!' Inner me has been ignored.
"Alright, if anything happens you have my cell phone number, and don't forget to meet me and Temari after school, remember this time to not get on the bus, okay squirt?"
I nod, "See you." He's worried that I'll go on the bus again and pass out from my claustrophobia, but I know better now.
I stare for a moment as everyone walks by in a hurry and I notice that this stampede of kids must be my warning that the first bell has rang. I immediately focus on how to find my homeroom, following the swarm of people I'm being engulfed by.
"Room 207, room 207, room 207," I quietly repeat to myself as a reminder. Adjusting the bag slung over my shoulder, I hear someone call out. 'They're not talking to me, are they? No why would anyone talk to me? Couldn't be.' But I look over to my left to make sure and sure enough, a boy with clear white eyes, long black hair, baggy pants, and a white sweatshirt was looking right at me. I jumped in surprise then he laughed.
"E-excuse me?" 'What'd I miss?'
The boy laughed again but tried fruitlessly to stifle it. "Your in room 207, right?"