May 15, 2006 17:06
Kankuro's keys glimmered under the hot sun's rays while he twirled them on his finger. Squeezed between the fingers on his other hand was a lit joint, from which he took a puff from every other minute. Today was not an ordinary, scorching summer day. Today was special. Today was Kankuro's birthday. Leaning against his rusted van, a bored expression crossed his face. He had been waiting on the driveway for at least half an hour now. Where the hell were Temari and Gaara? And everyone else?
Everyone was supposed to meet him at his van a long while ago. Have they all decided to ditch? Kankuro let out a dejected groan as this passed his mind. But maybe it wasn't so bad. Maybe he could have a nice quiet birthday to himself this year. He took another drag. And maybe he could drive himself right off a cliff while he was at it.