Thursday, October 19, 2006

story is here

	Hey everyone! How are ya all? good, I hope. ^^ ~Story Below~ Now I know there was no warning, and I'm sorry for that, but since Fanfic isn't letting me update, I'm putting only the first chapter up today. Then, tomorrow, it will be put up on my fanfic account. *waves flag* I also know my previous 2 posts were only about my story, mainly. It's cuz all together, everything has gotten boring, but in truth, there will be a small entry for you guys who really don't give a crap about my story. Now, this story does have I think.... hrm... so far 2 bad words in it, so pardone my french. It is also long. Very long, so I don't blame you guys if you want to wait until tomorrow when you can read it whenever you want. I'm gonna pull an LS on you guys (hope you don't mind LS) and the text color is going to be a different color. I like light green. let's go with that. ~Story~ Top Ten Things in This World That I HATE 1.) How perverted Miroku is. C’mon people! He has SANGO for Christ's sake! You’d think that she would have beaten it out of him by now. 2.) History Class. I mean, who cares about the Feudal Era anyways? This is 2006. Shouldn’t we be more worried about what’s going on in the world today? Air pollution? AIDS? Cancer? But no, History. *Rolls eyes* 3.) If the goddamn Americans want to fight a fricking war in Iraq, let them. It’s not like it really is about Oil. How many of you really believe that? 4.) Commercials. Three words. I. Don’t. Care. Especially about Erectile Disfunction. 5.) How the radio plays five minutes of music for every fifteen minutes of infomercials. 6.) How we have track practice every fricking day after school for three straight hours! 7.) Rap. I’m not even going there. 8.) How people say they hate to read. If we all did that one little thing, maybe the world really would be a better (and definitely smarter) place. 9.) How people throw trash into rivers. If you don’t care about the fish, think of what the pollutant is going to do to you. 10.) And the top ten thing I hate? I still love Inuyasha. And he’ll never be mine again. A fist came down heavily on the last three lines, followed by a few teardrops and a sigh. A note lay neglected on the floor, smudged and tattered. To Mrs. Higurashi, We regret to inform you that because of the current late fees in which your family owes, we have been forced to bring to your knowledge that we will be foreclosing your current place of residence, Higurashi Shrine, on the thirteenth of the ninth month of the year of 2006. Please be packed and able to leave by early noon of that day. Thank you. Our Best wishes, Jen Floyd (Jen Floyd) It had been Kagome who had gotten the note first, not her mother. Her who had run upstairs and balled her eyes out. Her who had been scared as she listened to her mother crying as silently as she could from her own room. But that all seemed so much less important today. It was almost of as little importance as everything else at that very moment, least of all that very day. With bleary and puffy red eyes, Kagome looked up to examine the room that used to be hers. Everything: the walls, the floor, the doors, were completely blank and colorless, having been made so the day before. The only thing that made the room bearable enough to even spend the night in was the large cardboard boxes holding her most valued possessions that stood uniformly against the walls. A note tacked to the wall by a pink thumbtack that had never been taken down also stood out against the eerie strangeness of the all-too-clean room. With a shaky hand she reached out to untack it from the wall and held it carefully in front of her, so that even in the moonlight it could be read. >9/12/05 Kagome, Damn, I’m always so bad at this. So, I’m going to be as blunt as usual. I love you, and.... what the hell, if you love me, just... write back or something. Love, Inuyasha. Kagome could barely contain her sad smile as she finished the note and carefully tucked it safely, as if it were her own heart, into the smallest box labeled “Fragile”, before beginning to shuffle through its contents. Those four months with Inuyasha had been better than Kagome could have ever dreamed them to be. In fact, she had even been happier than she, a naturally happy-go-lucky, and at times annoying, girl had ever been before. And as things went along, only getting better and better, she had no idea it would, or could, ever end. No idea that the happiness she felt, accompanied by the love that she even now knew she still had, could ever start to break her. She had just been a little too innocent. More than she had ever felt she deserved to be. Quickly she changed her peace of mind as she pulled out a compowder, and focused instead on the tiny mirror. She looked different from back then.... a year ago. Her hair had began to flatten out and become straighter than its old bushiness, and her skin had gotten paler, unhealthy. Her eyes, once filled with a wonder for all things, had become steely in grief, and she was definitely thinner. However, everyone always told her she was as beautiful as ever. So much so, that Kagome figured all these vital warning signs of something being wrong mustn’t have seemed serious, or meant much to her best friends Miroku and Sango, and her family that consisted of her mother, her brother Souta, and her Grandfather. Kagome shook her head, suddenly weary as she placed her compowder back inside the box and began searching amongst the beloved familiar objects once more, a few new tears rolling down her cheeks. Reflecting back on the warning signs, Kagome realized they didn’t mean much to her either. After all, she was finally losing the thing she thought she would always have. Her hands stopped groping around inside the box, and she carefully pulled a large pad of papers out. Obsessively she flipped through it until she came to the page she wanted. Distantly from her mother’s room a Grandfather clock tolled. 1. 2. 3. 4. 5. 6. 7. 8. 9. 10. 11. 12. Slowly her fingers traced around in a square, before tracing something else. Even more slowly she opened her mouth to speak, with trembling lips, what she though she would never ever have to say. “September thirteenth, 2006. Moving Day.” ~My day~ Okies. Today was pretty okay. I got teased by Alex who ended up playing with my hair during LAw (language arts workshop). He's very random with stuff like that. And... I found out that on my b-day, which is tomorrow, you all know this, cuz I won't shut up about it, lol, I have three tests and a crap load to do since I was sick yesterday. That's why I didn't update yesterday and only answered my PMs. At least I think I didn't update *shrugs* I'm going to try and talk my parents into taking me out to eat tonight since they won't be home for my b-day tomorrow. How will that go? I have no clue XD. Well, that's all. Have a wonderful day everyone! I will be around to visit sites!

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