Its been three months since my parents died in that car accident. My brother Itachi decided that he would skip town instead of take care of me, so now I am living with my uncle Kohei. My name is Sasuke Uchiha, im seventeen and I feel alone.

I stared straight ahead as I walked home. After about five minutes more of walking I got to the door of the two bedroom house. I knew my uncle would be angry with me for being out so late. But the library seemed to be my only sanctuary this summer. I sighed preparing for the worst as I turned the doorknob. I could hear the TV blaring and I creped by the living room door, only to be thwarted in my attempt. "where the hell have you been?" asked my uncle.

"I was at the libra--" I was cut off.

"DON'T YOU BACK TALK ME!" Screamed my uncle as he raised himself from his over-stuffed recliner.

"Im sorry sir I was just getting ready for school tomorrow." I whispered fearing what was to come.

"I don't give a rats ass." He exhaled in my face, I could smell the alcohol on his breath. "I told you to be back by 6:30." I looked at the clock. It read 6:35.

"You're drunk uncle Kohei." I told him.

"So?! Why does it matter?" he asked hastily.

"Im only five minutes late."

"Ya five minutes wasted of you making my dinner!"

"I'm not hungry…make yourself some left-over's."

"What?! I put a roof over your head, cause no one else wanted your sorry ass, and this!…is how you repay me?" he asked me.

"You only took me in so you could get your hands on my inheritance money!" I screamed

"It's your fucking fault my brother is dead you little brat!" He yelled in retort

Knowing that he would say that, on account of all the fights we've had since I came here at the begging of the summer, he has used that every time. It still hurt like the very first. I turned to leave the room, but he grabbed my shoulder and spun me back towards him and yelled "OH NO YOU DON'T!" and punched me in my face.

I hit the floor and covered my face in fear of another blow. Uncle Kohei turned and went back to his chair. I got up and hurried back to my tiny room, I closed the door and ran to the bed and began to sob. In all of our fights he has never been drunk enough to hit me. I laid there and cried for another hour before I fell asleep dreaming of having a life like the ones in the many books I have read. Tomorrow I start school, oh god……

END OF CHAPTER 1

"Home Sweet Home"