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Chapter Two:
When I was a little girl, I was always teased because of my large forehead. I'd try to hide it by growing out my bangs, but apparently, that only provoked the kids to tease me more. So then all I would, and could do was run off to a vacant spot and cry.
Then one day, while my tears were falling, a girl with short blond hair walked up to me. For some reason, she befriended me. Ino Yamanaka was what she told me her name was. She told me to come to that same place the next day so she could give me something. .
The next day, I met Ino. A red ribbon was given to me by her. She said I could keep it, and then introduced me to other children. At first I was quite shy, but then I became more outgoing everyday.
Before that day, however, I couldn't make friends so easily. All my time was spent alone somewhere. I never liked it then, being away from the world. Friends were what I needed, wanted. Only, I didn't have the skills to make them.
Oh, I did have plenty of family, sure. But I couldn't stand how they treated me as if I was just a helpless infant. So I had no one. No one until that day I met Ino Yamanaka.
But then, after a few years, I began to grow apart from everyone else. I became close with nearly everyone I met, but obviously the metaphorical glue that held our friendship together was no longer going to stick on my side. They were probably completely willing to stay companions, but I wasn't.
I don't know why, but I started to feel sad, or possibly even depressed. I didn't cry all the time, or anything like that, but I no longer felt a lot of joy. There were times where I didn't even jump toward Sasuke when I had the chance. I didn't care anymore, about anything. That was when I dropped out of school. I had decided to quit every club I was in, such as the drama club, , and even my absolute favorite club: the poetry club. Since I couldn't seem to get along with many people anymore, I thought it would've been best if I just didn't associate with any of them.
So, I shut myself away from everyone and everything. It was rare when I went outside. In fact, the only time I did go out was to either get the mail or go to the grocer's shop as a favor to my mother when she was busy. As you can imagine, in the process my skin tone began to lighten into a very pale color. Also, old friends and acquaintances solemn recollected my face.
It may be strange to hear this, but I actually liked being forgotten, unknown. That was when my favorite word became "alone," instead of the everlasting word most adore, "friend." I loved to be alone, overwhelmed with the feeling of loneliness. In society, I didn't know how to act anymore, how to be. It was just so wonderful to me; that feeling warmed my body. Alone. Lonely. Two words. Those two words are in every single spoken language. But, no one uses them enough. Or, no one uses them the right way.
Then my parents forced me to go back to school after I took a three and a half month break. I told them I wouldn't, but in the end, I was packing my bag with school supplies and such.
Even after nearly four weeks after my return to high school, I still felt alone in the world. And I still liked it. No matter who tried to talk to me, I didn't respond. One reason was I didn't know how to. Another, I didn't want to. It was too late to make friends. I wondered what would happen if I became social again sometimes, but I quickly dismissed that thought because I knew it would never happen.
Eccentric. I know I sound like that. I know I am like that. But guess what! I don't mind. Caring what people think about you doesn't help your desire to be alone all the time. I figured that out after just two days of going back to school. I reinvented myself for a reason, right? Because I griped my want to be lonely, I couldn't pay attention to any of the terrible rumors about me. I couldn't care. Just say "whatever" is what I told myself.
So, for a very long time, I was not opposed in the least to being solitary. As I've pointed out a few times before, I liked it. But then, a few years back, something happened. It greatly changed my perspective. Guess what this extreme event was.
A/N: Okay, I don't really like this chapter. It was surprisingly difficult to write. Even so, I hope your view on this wasn't too horrible. Well, please review, even if it is to be critical. Thanks!