Their stares. Their glares. Their words. They all sink in like oil and spread through me like fire. Why do they hate me? What have I done to them for them to hate me? I've done nothing. They treat me like I'm nothing important. Even my best friend/rival Sasuke Uchiha treats me like I'm trash. I feel unimportant. Who cares about a monster? They've called me a monster for who knows how long. I don't think I'm worthy enough to be in this village anymore. I'll run away. These were the thoughts of the five year old Naruto Uzamaki.