For the second time in about a month, some Hyuuga family member walked into the dojo while Neji and I were training.  I'm not quite sure what to think--he looked surprised and a little... spiteful, maybe.  He certainly wasn't very happy to see Neji training with a "common servant." Tch.

I wonder if he'll say anything to anyone. 

To the little brat who assumes that just because I work for his family means he can tell me what to do, even if I have other duties: I hope you burn in hell. I do not exist to be your calling girl.

Royalty.  Such arrogant fools. 

So. My birthday is in eight days. 

I'll be seventeen.

I'm getting older, and my life is currently heading nowhere. Wonder what'll happen after I graduate. I can't work for the Hyuuga forever, after all. That's what school's for--preparing me to leave their arrogant asses someday. If they just wanted a permanant slave they wouldn't bother to educate me, right?

Shit. I don't care what they say. As soon as I turn eighteen [one more year in this shithole, goddamn it] I'm getting the hell out of this place. Maybe I'll go to China. Or America. Or somewhere that isn't here.

Yeah. That sounds like a good plan.

The Valentine's Day party was... wow.

Won't be forgetting that for a loooong time.

I'm going to go pass out now. Doing chores when you have a hang-over is not a fun way to spend your time, and leaves one quite exhausted.

Okay, note to self: never ever ever ever ever let the assholes you call "friends" at school goad you into believing that sneaking out of the Hyuuga manor at midnight would be a good idea.

Because it isn't.

It really really really isn't. Especially when you get chased by dogs, zapped by an electric fence you didn't know existed, and fall fourteen feet down a bloody hill.

You know what else isn't a good idea?

Sneaking back into the Hyuuga compound. 

And you know what's worse than falling fourteen feet? Trying to climb back up fourteen feet. And then trying to avoid the electric fence. And the dogs. In the end I got caught by guards and it took me ten minutes to convince them not to shoot me, and that I was a servant at the place and I couldn't sleep so I was just taking a walk. 

I am freaking punching someone tomorrow.

So I was informed by my lovely employers that my duties have been changed. Apparently the old maid that did it before bit it and everyone else was more or less swamped with their previous work. Glad to know I'm a last resort. It seems I'll be cleaning the arc where the important brats live from now on--Joy. Just what I friggin' need. I get taken away from the spoiled children, and given to the spoiled teenagers. By golly, that's even better! Augh. At least Hinata's room is over there, so I can chat with her while I do her family's slave labor.

... I'm sorry Hinata. I didn't mean anything against you. I swear. Don't cry. ... Please.

Ugh. I am not looking forward to this at all. Those little twits are rabid when it comes to their cleanliness--especially when they don't have to do the work. They're vicious. Gods, why? Am I really that bad of a person? Augh. 

I hate this family.

I remember a time when I used to love Christmas. Well, I sorta still do, and sorta really don't. The whole "meaning of Christmas" with the giving and the loving and the sappiness is kinda cool, but when you live in a house of spoiled, shiny-eyed brats the word "selflessness" begins to lose its meaning.

Speaking of the little twits, one of them managed to get their ball stuck in a tree today. How the hell someone gets a ball stuck in a tree is beyond me, but they somehow figured out a way. And then guess what I had to do? Climb up there and retrieve it. I got it down, but I fell off the last branch and wrenched my ankle. Of course, the ungrateful little snot just grabbed its toy and ran away. Stupid little...

I was thinking today. [I know, big surprise.] The thought kind of bothers me, because I barely remember her, but... I really miss my mother.