Damn you Itachi, i hate you so much, i would like to painfully torture you to death, yeah to death.
With some pliers and rolling pins and tickly feathers. Man i really should stop thinking to my self like that, especially when I'm on a date with........ who am i on a date with again?
(I really should stop asking myself questions too)
“Sasuke-kun why are you frowning?”
Oh yeah i remember, its sakura, i hate her too, stupid pink hair bitch.
wait why did i ask her out?
Anyway what was i thinking before?
Oh yeah Itachi, i think it is time for a pointless flash back, don't you think so sasuke.
Yes i do sasuke.
“Hello, Sasuke?”
“SHUT UP, CANT YOU SEE I’M TRYING TO HAVE A FLASHBACK?”
Anyway, it all started when i was 9 years old, it was my brothers birthday the next day so i thought what i could give him. I wasn't given pocket money after the incident with the chicken farm and the hose pipe, so i decided to make him something. I slaved over that sewing machine for 10 hours straight and i gave it my brother with great anticipation.
“What the hell is this?”
“Um its a cloak thing don't you like it?” My cute 9 year old self said.
“DO I LIKE IT? DO I LIKE IT? ITS THE CRAPEST PIECE OF CRAP I EVER SAW!”
“No”
“THE DESIGN IS DISGUSTING!”
“No!”
“THE STITCHING IT BELOW PARR!”
“NO”
“YOU COULDN'T CROSS STITCH FOR TOFFEE!”
“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO”
There it went, all my hopes of being a famous designer had been ruined for ever, i never stitched again.
And that wasn't even the worst part....
It happened just recently. My best friend Naruto had been getting some hassle from some evil organisation. I had been given a mission to spy on their lair.
Only when i got there i instantly noticed the outfits they were wearing...
My design.
“Hey Itachi, these cloaks are fabulous, how do you do it?”
“Well, its just a gift i guess”
At that moment i forgot about the dumb mission, i went home and committed suicide to my favourite song , Barbie girl......
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