KISAME
There are things that I could go my whole life without knowing. Such as seeing Sasori's grandma Chio in a string bikini last summer or that the Shelter doesn't always find pets a good home. Sometimes they just throw them away, let them fend for themselves until the pound finds them and they're gone forever. They kill them just because there is something wrong with them, which means they're not good enough to find family's for. Damn Puppy Killers. I can deal with those things, yeah I'll be scarred forever and I feel guilty every time I pass a stray dog, but when things turn more personal, it's harder to ignore. I shouldn't have even been on that side of town, but I went, and I saw the 'Hearse'. Now this ain't the long car carrying a dead body, it's the short black car carrying the kid's who got sent back to the orphanage. We call it that because those are usually the kids who will never get a family; They turn bitter and hate everyone, then grow up to spread there hatefulness to the world, never going anywhere but a downward spiral until they die, angry at the world and alone. If they even get that far, since there's at least one suicide a week there. I was expecting a pissed off kid to slam open that door either crying or screaming profanities , which the more seasoned orphans do, but what stepped out was a puny little girl, wearing a pure white sun dress smiling for the world to see. Then as she walked the steps with a battered old red backpack that looked so familiar, an angry blond sneered 'The 23rd time a kid has been sent back, I think that's a record' I wanted to go give her a piece of my mind, but I just stood and watched as she went inside, followed by the girl, until the only thing I could see was the pink hair waving down the hall.