A/N: This story is a lot different from my other ones, definitely in later chapters. Please keep in mind that it may offend or trigger you, and as I said, be open to anything happening.

Anyhow, please enjoy otherwise.

Chapter Two

Vomit

Temari.

"Gaara! Hey, bro, get in trouble again?"

My sister was two years older than me, in the high school attached to the elementary one that I was in. She smiled deviously at me as I nodded, putting her arm through mine and helping me through the crowd. I was somewhat grateful she knew how I got in hoards of people, and also that she happened to be passing by at the right time.

"Come on, you can have lunch with me today."

I eyed people as they passed by, with my sister pulling me around it always seemed that I was even more noticeable. At least I wasn't alone, however, in this sea of faces. I wasn't sure where she was bringing me, I didn't really care but it was pretty rare for us to spend time together in school. I usually tried to keep home life.. well, at home. People seemed to be interested in talking about our home life, though, so whenever we were together, it was a big deal.

"Don't worry, we're almost out."

I kept my head down as we trudged through the school, finally looking up when I felt the freedom of fresh air. Letting go of me, Temari turned and gave me another smile, putting her hands on her hips the way she always did. I didn't smile back, crossing my arms and looking around us, glad to see the front of the school as empty as it was. "Is Kankuro coming?"

"Not today."

My older brother usually hung off our sister, and since he was one year older than me and also in high school, it was easy for him to. It was a surprise he wasn't eating with her, I knew he was here since we all walked to school together this morning, like we always did. I was intrigued to know if it was possible he found himself a friend, none of us seemed to have any friends. "Why?"

"He has to spend lunch in his wood shop class."

Ah, of course. I should have known better than to think any of my siblings could make any form of friendships, with the type of rumours that spread around us like wild fire. It just wasn't going to happen, not in this school. "Oh, I thought for a second he might of made a new friend."

"Haha! Yeah right, not in this poor ass school."

One of the biggest reasons none of us fit in was because this school happened to be in the ghetto, full of people who probably couldn't afford to go to college. We lived outside the ghetto, in a big house on a rich street. Everyone believed we were loaded in money, and thought it was ridiculous that we didn't go to the same private school everyone else on our street went to. The truth was; we had no money.

"Let's get pizza."

"Alright." I followed her down the steps and away from the school, feeling a weight lift from my shoulders as we got a safe distance from it. I wondered again why I couldn't just quit, answering my own thoughts with practicality. First of all, I'm too young. I'd have to be at least sixteen to even be able to consider it, and even then I'd need parental permission. As if my father would allow that. Second of all, even if I could, my father would beat me and throw me outside. He'd say 'Don't come back until you smarten up.'. Which reminds me that I'm going to get in shit when I get home later.

"What do you want?"

Temari's voice pulled me out of my thoughts, and I quickly answered her before walking away and setting myself down at one of the tables. Staring out the large window, I watched people walk by and waited until my sister came to join me. A couple walked past the window, holding hands and laughing together. I turned my head in disdain, feeling even more alone and disgusting. Why couldn't I have that? The ability to laugh, to feel good, and share that with someone else. Publicly, at that.

"Here,"

Temari sat with me, handing me a slice of pizza and a pop. She even gave me that garlic dip I liked, and I wondered if my sister was the only one who knew anything about me, even if it was just by paying attention to the things I did or liked. Was she keeping notes or something? "Thanks.."

"No problem, so why are you in trouble this time?"

I began eating, looking up when an 80's song suddenly seemed to blast out of nowhere. Sighing, I looked at my sister's amused expression, knowing she was probably laughing at me inside. "I scratched up the desk again and told the teacher off."

"Did you make a scene in the office?"

"No, I stayed calm." I said, thinking back to the blonde idiot who had made it a lot harder to keep cool. My sister gave me an impressed look, and I gazed down at the table. "An idiot in the office almost got me in even more shit. He kept poking me and asking me stupid questions."

"You should kick his ass."

"Yeah, I would have." I looked up at her again, sure that my eyes were spilling darkness enough to flood the room. I thought forward to when I'd be smacked around for ending up in the office again. "I couldn't afford to, though. Not today, I've already set myself up for a beating, if I did that I'd be setting my death bed."

"Maybe dad will be easy on you today.."

"Do you not know him at all?" I shot back, almost laughing at her, watching as she got a little uncomfortable in her chair. I knew, or liked to believe, that Temari didn't like our father hitting me. I had always wondered why she never tried to stop him, or help me, but I had to tell myself that it was just a matter of survival. My father only ever seemed to hit me, though, which really pissed me off. I'd seen him smack Kankuro in the head a few times, but I never witnessed him smacking his leather belt off his bare, raw ass. "You know he hates my fucking guts."

Temari sighed, and we ate in silence for a few minutes. Looking out the window again, I watched the people walk by, furrowing my brows as something was bothering me in the back of my mind. I tried to put a finger on it, but nothing. Temari stood, taking our plates and napkins to the garbage, and I got up as well. I stood there for a moment, staring at the floor as I tried to figure out what was bothering me.

"What's wrong?"

I shook my head, holding the back of my chair and looking around the restaurant. She stared at me with confusion in her eyes, placing a hand on her hip and waiting for me to move. I let go of the chair and turned around, feeling as though I was forgetting something.

Then it hit me.

"Shit!" I ran out the door, hearing my sister call my name as she chased after me, her expression bemused at my sudden dismay. I knew she wasn't far behind me, my legs carrying me as quickly as they could back to the school. I couldn't stop, I absolutely needed to get back. I threw the front doors open, practically sliding down the hall and stopping at my last classroom's door. Agitated, I ran into the room, looking to where my seat was. Temari entered soon after me, looking at the teacher who was shouting something at me, but I was too preoccupied to hear her. "Oh no.."

"What!? Gaara what's wrong?!"

I walked to the back of the class, stopping and looking around once I got to my desk. Slapping a hand to my face, I felt so stupid. How could I let this happen!? This was not good. I looked at my sister, my eyes wide, and when the teacher stopped spewing nonsense I knew that I probably looked threatening. "My shit's gone."

"What?"

"My shit is gone!" I shouted, putting my hands on my head and spinning around. The bell that signified lunch being over rung out, and I felt sick to my stomach. I started to wonder who could have my bag, the things they could find and read in it, and all the things that would end up flying through the school like a bird on speed. I couldn't believe it, I never forgot my bag. I had too much to hide in it, too many personal things in there. "Fucking hell!"

"Calm down, Gaara.."

I heard my sister, but I didn't listen. I couldn't calm down, how could I calm down there was no fucking way I could calm down. I paced in the small spaces between my desk and the ones around it, holding my head and tugging at my hair. I heard students start to enter the room, I felt their eyes on me. More and more of them came in, and I put a hand on my stomach. I could hear some of them laugh, and automatically I thought they were laughing at me. They all went through my bag, they all went through my private book and now they were all in my head. I could feel Temari get closer, and I put a hand on my desk, clutching at my belly.

"Gaara, come on.."

I heard her whisper to me, but it was too late. I grabbed my desk and felt the burning sensation of all my recently eaten food rising and flowing out of my mouth. I could hear girls gasp and squeal in disgust, guys make rude comments, and mostly everyone was yelling out words like 'ew' and 'gross'. I put a hand over my mouth, gagging into it and feeling embarrassed, becoming overwhelmed and throwing up into my hand, getting partially digested pizza all over myself and the floor. Temari didn't seem to know what to do, just watching me flounder about in my own vomit.

The whole room started to smell like tomato sauce and garlic, surely a beautiful thing to smell in puke. The scent made me feel even more sick, and I dropped to my knees, kneeling in my own barf and hurling some more. My sister backed up a bit, trying to avoid being puked on, and probably trying to figure out a way to assist me. By now there were at least thirty people in the room, all watching me from the front of the room. I already sickened people, so this probably wasn't going to give me friends any time soon. Just to my luck, I heard a familiar and obnoxious voice, praying for death at this point.

"Ewwww! Oh my god, Gaara! You threw up all over my spot! Jeez, I said I was sorry for looking at your cuts!"

I slowly got up, holding onto my vomit covered desk and looked up, quickly regretting that I did so. Everyone was staring at me in disgust, and my sister looked mortified. I glared at Naruto, making a mental note to find him after school and kick him right in his big mouth. How could I have expected him to be quiet about that, he proved himself way too stupid. Before I could spill the rest of my guts out, I pushed past my sister and the idiotic blonde, getting out of that classroom as quickly as possible. I held my stomach as I jogged through the hallway, trying to ignore every immature squeal that echoed around me.

This day couldn't get any fucking better.