And it echoed through my emptying head,
A realization that, tonight, I was sleeping alone
And from the echo came my parent's voices
And I realized that today,
Tomorrow, the sun would rise,
That I would be in my place, though, others may be gone,
My breath would still remain
So it struck, as midi struck,
And I was still breathing, alone
Only imposers could force their presence upon me
And I cling to them,
They are my only chance at remembering
The days that pass,
The nights when frights bore me to other rooms
Innocence enabled me to sleep beside two newlyweds
And in those times, imposers, impersonators
Were not needed to keep my child beliefs and satisfactions
Now though, as it echoes through my head,
I can't help but realize that tonight, like the others, I sleep alone.
And the room beside mine, echoes with the sounds
Only young love can ever inspire
Innocence is lost
As time is gained
-Wishing Onto Midi-
Slowly walking up to the large building, the boy pulled his hood closer around his shrouded head. This was most certainly not his first time facing this building; he had spent the last year and a half being taught by the oh-so-loving-and-responsible teachers there. Sighing, he trudged up the steps, only to be pushed to the side. The boy turned to glare at the accused only to see that it was a rather short, blonde haired boy.
"Ah, good morning Uzimaki-senpai."
The boy only grinned at that and waved his hand energetically.
"Now, now my dear, must we go over this every day? My name is Naruto. Anyways, Sasuke, would you be a dear and join the badminton team? We're desperately low on members."
Sasuke hissed slightly, making the smaller boy jump back a little. He then stalked away, trying to maintain the little pride he still had.
"Tell me your decision later, dear! I won't rush you!"
Naruto sang at his back.
Sasuke walked to his locker and began putting books into his bag. He sighed, realizing that his hooded jacket would have to go, as there school was rather strict on enforcing the uniform. He removed his jacket and then jumped as he felt his eyes being covered by small hands. He sighed again and turned to face a slim girl.
"Hullo, Sakura…"
She smiled and pinched his cheek.
"In a grumpy mood today, little boy?"
He frowned at her and held his pockmarked face, mocking pain. She giggled at his antics and he smiled lightly, pleased at how easily amused his ex-girlfriend was. Sakura swung her arm around the taller boy and then dropped it hastily when she saw a shorter boy with a bed head hair strutting over in their direction. She squealed and ran over to hug him. Sasuke stared for a moment before turning away, "I'm out." He muttered and tried to hasten away from Shikamaru. As a rule, Sasuke generally tried to avoid drugs, as well as the people who sold them, and Shikamaru was no exception to this rule. He never understood why girls were so infatuated by the boy until he discovered, through Sakura of course, his large quantities of drugs, as well as, as the now giggling girl informed him, a rather good hand in bed. That was all Sasuke needed to throw up the little lunch he had already consumed.
He stood in front of his history and government class for five minutes before he saw an unruly amount of hair bouncing through the thronging students. He stood on his toes and waved frantically, shouting.
"Yo Kiba, get over here!"
The hair began descending in his direction, and soon he saw the face and body of his friend. Shortly behind him were his two closest friends, a taller boy who always wore sunglasses, and, as Sasuke had been told, had a knack for sailing. The other was a smaller girl. She was not petite, just small (Sakura had informed him that it was due to her huge amount of coffee consumption). She was thin, almost painfully so (again, due to the coffee). How Kiba and his friends got along, Sasuke never understood. Well, he understood Shino (the glasses boy) and Kiba since both were rather geeky and sports fanatics but Hinata (the addict, as Sasuke privately called her) was a mystery. Or it had been till Kiba had one day informed him of Hinata's "mad tennis skills." Suddenly, their friendship made sense.
The three teens watched Kiba insert a small metal pick into the lock and jiggle it around, after several minutes of undertone swearing, mixed with the sounds their fellow students, a popping sound was heard, and the door swung open. The four hurriedly made their way inside the classroom. Sasuke sat a little apart from the other three. He had a lack of interest in sports, aside from skateboarding at least. And the only girl who had ever so much as appreciated skateboarding before was Sakura. His mind wandered back to her and, for the umpteenth time today, he sighed. She had been flirting with him recently, but he had mixed feelings about starting back up the relationship with her. She was very popular with the boys, despite her small breasts. It was her seemingly cold attitude that seemed to get them every time. He mused; it must have been an act. He knew for certain she was a clingy, attention seeking girl.
Every once in a while, Hinata couldn't help but glance at the boy sitting a few sits from her. From their first day, she had loved to stare at him. He was fascinating, the perfect material for her poetry. He was
- An Imperfect Perfection -
And she adored it. His face should have been beautiful. He had pale skin, as well as high cheekbones and a slim face. His eyes were a stunning auburn shade. His hair, which always looked well kept (though Hinata knew he barely cared for it) was a deep brown, so much so, it almost appeared black. It normally stuck up in a way that was quite fashionable at the time. His only flaw was his face itself. In her life, Hinata had gotten few pimples; acne was weak in her family. Sasuke, on the other hand, was plagued with them. His beautiful face was covered with pockmarks and scars from the fading acne. Many girls barely spared him a glance because of his skin. Hinata, on the other hand, was fascinated by him. Perhaps, even attracted to him, though she would never do anything about it, for she had learned last year the consequences of dating inside your class.
The day continued unceremoniously.
That evening, Sasuke sat up in his room, having completed his homework (his friends joked about him being a prodigy). He decided to log onto his facebook, something he had not done for ages. He scanned over his friends, looking for someone of slight interest when his eyes fell on the Addict. He grinning and clicked on Hinata's picture. Her profile was not striking until he saw her aim listed in her information. Sasuke hurriedly signed on and added her. He then opened a chat with her.
SkaterNerd18: Yo
This person is currently offline.
'Damn it!' Sasuke slammed the computer shut and lay back onto his bed. He attempted a staring contest with his ceiling for several minutes before his phone beeped. Startled, he shot up and grabbed the phone.
Hey Sasukekun u free in a couple hrs?
'Sakura' He frowned and began texting on his phone. Finishing, he lay down on his bed before jumping up again. He ran downstairs and grabbed his skateboard, which was lying near the door. Hurrying outside, he realized it was lightly raining. Taking the challenge the weather posed for him, Sasuke let slip a grin and,
- He Was Off -
