Six hours ago... I wasn't in the middle of a massacred hometown.
Six hours ago my brother wasn't a psychotic and deranged murder.
Six hours ago my mind wasn't filled with memories of him murdering people I don't know.
Six hours ago this wasn't a reality.
Six hours ago...
Six days ago he was just an adult who wanted to live his life.
Six days ago he saw a horrible crime be committed.
Six days ago, he wasn't afraid of death.
Six days ago...
Six weeks ago, I was free from all types of school.
Now, I'm back again.
Many people surround me.
They ask about many offensive things.
It makes me want to turn on my sharingan.
I don't though, I ignore them.
I push past them all.
I sit sideways covering all the seats in return.
None of the teachers stop him.
After all, he's been through a traumatic experience :)
Shuriken throwing comes easy to him.
"How did you get so good Sasuke-kun?"
I used my sharingan to copy the teachers movements.
You wouldn't notice, nor would you ever know, would you?
There's a Hyuga in my class.
She's not worth the while.
I'm not going to get strong enough for revenge by fighting her.
Watching the teachers practice really helps me get a hold of what I should be doing.
The sharingan is too overpowered for all of them.
As the fights go on, the clan kids continue to disinterest me with their weakness.
Six weeks ago, I was weak.
Six seconds ago, I was called up to fight.
Fight I did.
My opponent didn't even last for 3 seconds.
The blonde idiot I faced was very loud and annoying.