I do not own Naruto!
The pitter pater of footsteps echoed off the walls, filling the empty halls with noise. Two small heads ducked off to side as they saw one of the matrons walk across the intersecting hall. They were almost at the door, only one more hallway and they would make it out of the building. The pitter pater resumed once again, increasing in speed as they saw the door. The door that would allow them to escape their everyday horror and at las they touched the handle. The little blond racked it open, letting in the illuminating light and allowing them the freedom that they so desired.
~Ita-kun Are plain waffles better than plain pancakes?
