Itachi soon came home with news of my admittance into the prestigious Konoha Academy. Excitedly in that monotone voice of his, Itachi raved it as one of the best schools in the area and from what he had heard, one could get into any college just by mentioning that one attended to this school. Of course, in this small and quaint town that was now my home, as long as one had enough capital, neither brains nor honor mattered, just the amount of money one could pass under the table.
We set off later in the day to buy my new uniform, but it seemed that even then Itachi was more preoccupied by the ringing of his cell phone rather than the state of mind of his little brother. As we approached the first store, his hand never left the keypad of his cell phone or the ear piece that was receiving his calls. Mr. Butler, or Tobosaku, as he preferred to be called, accompanied me in and out of the stores when Itachi neglected to follow us. His calm but caring behavior meticulously watched over me ever since the day of my arrival and though I had tried to stay in my room that whole first week, he coaxed me out of my shell with a bowl of tomato soup and a side of grilled cheese. He had chatted happily as he cleaned my neglected room up as I ate, and though he received no reply from my part, he wasn't discouraged, and I was happy that he wasn't. Though I disregarded any endearment I had towards him at first, he kept coming at me with that obliging smile that never wavered. I just felt pity that he wouldn't live much longer due to his old age, yet he was as energetic as a middle aged man, though the hairs on his head were rapidly becoming white. But he kept up with me in my rapid chase to quickly find my uniform and get out the prying eyes of the locals that promptly noticed my presence outside of home.
I didn't like the way the dark blue pants were obnoxiously straight legged, and the fact that the baby blue button up shirt was too ridiculous to be worn outside of a lunatic asylum. I didn't dare grab a hold of the tie that was supposed to match my pants, and quickly removed the so-called uniform before anyone else would dare sneak a peek at it. I didn't like the fact that I had to wear dress shoes obligatorily instead of just the regular black sneakers that had been my refuge for so many years. I didn't like in any ways what so ever that I could no longer wear what I wanted to school. Though, hypocritically, not so long ago I found excitement in the thought of some day wearing a uniform once again, but one look at the thing that was supposed to represent my school pride sent my daydreams crashing into a world that was all too real to bare. I was fuming as we finally got into the limo that was going to take us home, but, of course, Itachi didn't notice.
One could say that in my isolation from the world outside of my dog yard was sending me into a deep depression that no one could see. I would often just sit at my computer desk and stare out the window before I would notice the tears that were running down my face. If Itachi ever came home long enough to take notice of me, he would reprimand me on the obvious indolence that I had throughout the day. Climbing stairs was a feat on its own and I would only move when necessary. If I happened to go outside, I would lay sprawled on the grass as the dogs around me made queue to be caressed. I began to lose track of time, and would often find myself suffering from dizzy spells and headaches. It wasn't long before I noticed the absence of the man that used to fall asleep on my property, and abruptly I was reminded that classes began in less than two days.
I had bought myself a black messenger back void of any decoration what so ever , and in it I placed a blank agenda with a few pens, setting it to the side as I hung my uniform on the closet door. As I stood before the full-sized mirror that stood between the bathroom and my bed, I began to feel my shoulders tremble and my vision blur. This wasn't my room. Tomorrow I wouldn't attend my school and I wouldn't enjoy my last year with the friends that I had known for so long. I would spend my senior year alone.