NinjaWriter808

Tick Tock Tick Tock. 2:27 in the morning. And I was screwed. "Crap, why did I ever agree to do this?" I moaned, glaring at the sheet music for the 36th time today. The little music notes danced around in front of my eyes, the senseless tune replaying over and over in my brain. Why do I always think I can do everything? Hubris, or deadly pride, is a dangerous fatal flaw, and I often find myself biting off more then I can chew. But now, I find myself in the deepest trouble I've ever been in; I had gotten into a fight with the band's lead guitarist, Tony, on one of the lyrics of our latest Christmas songs. Two wrecked drum sets, one smas

Hello. My name is Hyuuga, Aeri. I'm a lot of things: daughter to the branch house of Hyuugas, 2nd best after my brother Neji, Naruto's and Gaara's best friend, master of Byakugan and many of it's techniques, leader or ANBU team 15, and the host of the Bijuu, Gobi no Houkou. The last thing, I'm not so proud of. I was born to the branch house with the same features as Neji or Hinata – the pupil-less lavender eyes, the dark hair, etc. I started training from a very young age; even then I exhibited signs of becoming a master. But then, of course, something took a turn for the worse in my life. Sound Ninja spies captured me when I was 3,

Feet racing across the sand, Hands reaching for their prize,  Eyes wide open in delight.   As it floats across the sand,    Attracting children of all ages,     It rises higher and higher      Into the air. Sparkling and awing,       The children laugh and jump, trying to        catch the- Pop. . . .