~ Gaara Fan fiction ~ Part 1 ~
I was the type of person you wouldn’t notice, unless you were asking for directions for a place. My name is Den from section A, you don’t need to know my last name since, I am a ninja. My village was growing larger each year that passed my childhood. In my village children with special abilities are trained to be soldiers, which fate had its sense of ironic for me. I was one of those children because of my ability to stop moving objects in the mist of thin air. I didn’t find myself wondering; why this has to happen to me, like always I’ll go with the flow. Many years past and one day our small village was realized to be a nation on its own. Leaders from many villages started to notice and one in particular was going to interest me. I always had a thing for read heads has a child. I always enjoyed that colour. When I was a child I remember following one of the ninjas and finding out what death was, the beach smelled of a mixer of sand and blood. I loved it. I knew that second that I was going to be a killer ninja for my village. At that point in my life I didn’t have a purpose or a reason to live. My parents where enjoying their life’s and being all proud of my sister who was perfect. She was the smartest in school and always was number one. She later on became a nurse for the huge hospital in the village center. All I managed to gain from my parents was distaste and perhaps hate. They just didn’t know how to deal with my abnormal habits but one did. Our Leader, Armstrong. The name was given to him for this strength and his proud nature for his muscles.
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