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Author's Note: Behold! The revised version of "Silverlake Boarding School"! It's kind of funny how this one chapter was originally the first four chapters of Silverlake. See? I'm laughing...No, wait, you can't see me laughing...Read? I am laughing...LOL...? XD Wow, had a stupid moment there. OOPS. Anyways. I REALLY hope you enjoy the revised version much more than the original.
By now, you probably know what I'm about to say before you start reading: REVIEW!!! Please?
**THIS IS THE REVISED VERSION OF SILVERLAKE BOARDING SCHOOL!**
Chapter One: Shikon High School
It was 1:37 in the morning. The sun had set long ago, being replaced by the silvery moon glowing brilliantly in the midnight sky. There were very few stars surrounding the half-moon, a pure white semicircle floating alone. This was the lovely scenery Sango Taijiya had witnessed when she had been awakened, rather unceremoniously by her best friend's pair of jeans.
"Ugh," she grunted as she swatted the bothersome clothing out of her face. As soon as the denim garment had fallen to the floor with a crumpling thump, Sango felt her bangs frizz on her forehead and some stray pieces of long brown hair slip out of her ponytail. "Kagome, what the hell?" she moaned irritably as she sat up on Kagome's bed.
Kagome, Sango's childhood friend, glanced up from the suitcase laying open on the carpet. She smiled guiltily. "Sorry, Sango," she whispered. "I forgot you were sleeping there."
Sango hummed before flopping back in an attempt to go back to sleep.
Sango and Kagome were at Kagome's house, in Kagome's bedroom to be exact, preparing to go to a boarding school they'd been accepted to just before the summer had started. Sango was spending the night at Kagome's house since Kagome lived much closer to the boarding school, so, in case they were to run late, they could jump into Sango's car and get there ten minutes earlier than they would've if they'd spent the night at Sango's. But, anyway, here they were, at 1:38 A.M., in Kagome's room.
Kagome was one of those people who had the famous habit known as procrastination. She was beginning to regret that she hadn't broken that habit years ago. She had had an entire summer to pack up all the necessities for her to have with her while living at the boarding school. It was like moving to college, only she was going to be a sophomore in high school.
She was currently kneeling on the floor, surrounded by mountains of clothes. Wrinkled T-shirts were strewn across the floor, a hazard to anyone who dared to walk across Kagome's room. Pants hung from the doorknobs and lamps and chairs. Bras messily lined the dusty bookshelves that'd already been emptied out. Socks that were rolled-up into little balls had somehow ended up under the bed.
Kagome stressfully looked from one pile of clothing to the stack of books that'd been knocked over. The lamplight was not bright enough for Kagome to see everything without blinding poor Sango. Kagome wanted to clean the mess up, but she was too tired, but she needed to pack up before 7 o'clock! But she was so sleepy…
"Sango!" she called out for help.
Sango moaned groggily in reply.
"Please help me," begged the hopeless raven-haired girl.
Sango sighed, but forced herself to get off Kagome's cozy bed. "Sango to the rescue," she drowsily said.
Kagome smiled gratefully. She automatically leaped up and went to turn on the lights.
"AUGH!!" Sango cried out, shielding her eyes from the bright light. Kagome apologized again. Sango waved a hand in pardon before standing up and tying her hair back up again. "Okay, Kagome. We have five hours to pack up your things in five suitcases. Are you ready?"
Kagome's response to this was a reluctant sigh, but she also stood up and tied her long black hair back into a bun. "As ready as I'll ever be," she muttered.
Sango curtly nodded before she stooped to gather several T-shirts. Kagome scurried around the room and collected all of the clothing that clung to the furniture. Thenceforward, the girls cleaned and packed.
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"Pencils?"
"Check!"
"Notebooks?"
"Check!"
"iPod?"
"Check!"
"Hairstyling products and tools?"
"Check!"
"Well," Sango ultimately said, tucking the notebook with the checklist in it under her arm as she capped her pen. "I think we've got everything."
"Good," Kagome sighed. She wiped the back of her hand across her forehead, where a thin sheet of sweat had been produced during the hours of hard labor. Now they could finally rest. Kagome slumped tiresomely into her mattress. Sango collapsed onto the bed beside her. The pair closed their brown eyes and began drifting off to sleep…
BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!
"UUUUUUUUUUUUGH!!" the girls groaned in unison. They mumbled curses as Kagome reached out to slap the off button. The two girls sat at the edge of Kagome's bed, swabbing away the disgusting eye boogers.
"Kagome," Sango grumbled. "You owe me big time for this."
The raven-haired girl blushed a bit.
After a few minutes of complaining, Kagome and Sango each took a quick shower, brushed their teeth, and got dressed before beginning the dreaded process of dragging Kagome's suitcases down the staircase to Sango's car.
"Morning, girls!" Mama Higurashi called from the kitchen.
"Morning," the girls muttered in reply as they each dragged a piece of luggage across the foyer.
Once finished with the luggage lugging, Sango and Kagome ate a swift breakfast of eggs, bacon and toast. After bidding their goodbyes to Kagome's family, the pair of girls hopped into Sango's car, buckled their seatbelts and drove off towards their new school.
"Um, Sango?" Kagome said as Sango's pet cat, Kirara, hopped onto her lap.
"Yeah?"
"Are you sure they allow cats in the dorm?"
Sango rolled her coffee-colored eyes. "Yes, Kagome. They do. I checked like twenty times over the summer, remember?"
"Uh…"
"Never mind. Don't try to remember."
Kagome frowned. "What's that supposed to mean?" she demanded.
"Face it, Kagome, your memory is worse than my grandmother's."
"Oh, really?"
Sango stopped at a stoplight while the light was red. She turned to her friend. "Sarcasm, Kagome. Sarcasm!"
"Psh! I knew that." The girls shared a laugh until Sango was honked at by the car behind her. Blushing like mad, Sango slammed on the gas pedal a little too hard, causing Kagome to have a death grip on her seat.
Once Sango leveled off, Kagome brought up something that'd been plaguing her mind ever since they had registered to attend Shikon Boarding School.
"What do you mean you're not comfortable?!" Sango shouted as she steered the car carefully down the freeway.
Kagome hunched her shoulders slightly. "Well, it's just, um, the roommates I'm uncomfortable with."
"The roommates? But we haven't even met them yet!"
"I know, but remember when we were filling out the forms together, and we checked the box that said we wanted a co-ed dorm?"
"Yeah…" Then, Sango understood. "Oh, come on, Kagome! Don't tell me you're boy-shy!"
Kagome's cheeks flamed a dark pink. "I'm not! I'm just uncomfortable with sleeping and waking up with boys in the same room."
Sango rolled her eyes again. "Kagome, the girls' room and the boys' room are separated. Plus, the doors have locks."
"Still…"
"If you're so uncomfortable, pretend that the guys are gay or something."
"What? I don't-"
"Don't worry, Kagome," Sango encouraged. "You'll be fine!"
Feeling a bit more reassured than she originally was, Kagome smiled. She felt as if a heavy weight labeled 'Stress' were lifted off her mind, and her heart beat quicker from the excitement. She wondered what this brand new school year held in store for her.
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Kagome and Sango arrived at the school with ten minutes left to spare. They were still new to this school, so they decided to use the time to explore the school and search for the auditorium, where an orientation was being held for new incoming students and old returning students. However, their jaws instantly dropped when they caught a glimpse of the boarding school. It was giant. They had expected at least three or four separate buildings to segregate the dormitory rooms and classrooms, but instead there was just one massive building.
"Wow" was all Kagome could say.
"Great," Sango bluntly said, her grip on the steering wheel so tight that her knuckles were milky white. "How the heck do they expect us to find our way around in a freaking labyrinth?"
"It looked much smaller in the registration forms," Kagome noted, eyeing the building from the lip of the smokestacks to the freshly mowed green grass skirting around the base of the building.
"Let's just hope we don't get lost," Sango said. She steered the car into the student parking lot. The only vacant spaces were near the back, so, groaning in irritation, Sango parked there.
"Do we take our luggage?" Kagome asked as she slipped out of the vehicle.
"I have no idea," The brunette replied. She lowered the car windows, then went to put Kirara in her pet carrier. "Let's just leave everything here, then come back after the orientation."
"All right."
Sango locked all the car doors, then shoved her keys deep inside her jeans pocket. She and Kagome walked towards the school, glancing at the school's incredible height. Neither of them had a clue where the auditorium was located. But, to their relief, there were a few teachers standing by the front doors, handing out maps and information pamphlets and student handbooks. The girls used these items to their advantage, and found the auditorium in no time.
The auditorium was obviously the largest room in the school, according to the colorful map. It looked like a typical school auditorium with an enormous stage up front and a seating area with hundreds of seats and tens of rows. The seating area was arranged so that all of the seats are placed higher than the seats immediately in front of them. That way, the people in the rows near the back could see what was happening onstage. Propped up in the middle of a stage was a podium with a microphone stand situated next to it. There was no one standing behind the podium at the moment. The dark red curtains were drawn, creating a blood red backdrop for the speaker during the orientation. Opposite the stage was obviously the seating area, where countless students, old and new, assembled. A majority of them were chatting loudly to each other while the newer students fidgeted with their hands or began reading from the student handbook.
Sango and Kagome ambled down the carpeted staircase that served as an aisle, searching for a pair of unoccupied seats. They finally found two vacant seats somewhere in the middle of the auditorium. They people-watched for a while, mentally taking note of how many students were attending the school. If they had to guess, they would estimate at least one thousand students.
Kagome was making a vain attempt to recognize someone on her right side when her eyes suddenly met those of a dark blue hue. She gazed at the person's face, observing the thick black brows that framed the midnight blue eyes so well, the feathery black bangs that fell gracefully over a smooth forehead, the average nose, the full lips…
"GAH!! IT'S A GUY!" Kagome cried out.
"Huh?" Sango raised a brow at Kagome, whose hot red face was buried in her hands. "What's a guy?"
Kagome straightened up. "Um, nothing." She shoved her fisted hands into her lap, still blushing madly. "Never mind."
Sango smirked. "Ooh, Kaggie's got a crush on a guy already, huh?"
"N-NO!" Kagome stuttered. The blush on her face, however, showed Sango that her friend was lying. But Sango didn't have the chance to even open her mouth when she heard several cheers and polite applause and shouts of "You rock, Myouga!" echoing throughout the spacious auditorium.
Walking up the few steps on one side of the stage was a short, stout man. He was balding, and what was left of his hair was a grayish-white. He was wearing an ironed button-up shirt and black slacks. Upon hearing the teenaged audience's response to seeing him, he turned to the crowd and waved, grinning from ear to ear. When he finally got to the stage, he had to wait patiently for a a minute or two until he could finally start the orientation.
"Good morning, idiots!" greeted the short man.
There was some laughter, many shocked expressions by the new students, and several greetings of "Good morning, Mr. Myouga!" Sango was one of the many people who laughed while Kagome's jaw dropped in astonishment.
"Well, as much as I'd rather stay at home and drink some of my mom's homemade lemonade, I have to be here," said the principal, pretending to look depressed. This statement roused more laughter from the audience. "Nonetheless," he continued, "I am glad to see you all again. How much do you want to bet that somebody already put a whoopee cushion on my chair?" More laughter.
Kagome couldn't help but giggle. She was already beginning to like this new school.
Mr. Myouga cleared his throat and proceeded with his entertaining speech. "No, seriously, I'm actually excited to start a new school year here at Shikon High. Not only do I get to see my old kids, but I get to see some new faces, too. Please stand up if you're new here."
Sango, Kagome, and about a hundred others meekly stood up. While politely clapping, the older students stared at the new students, most of them pressing their lips together as if they were trying their very best not to laugh. Kagome wondered why.
"Okay, you may sit down now," Mr. Myouga said, wearing the same expression as the majority of the old students.
But as soon as the new students plopped back down in their seats, many whoopee cushions exploded beneath their bottoms. The fart noises made the once-quiet room vibrate, resulting with an explosion of laughter from the entire student body. Kagome, Sango and all of the other new students blushed, but giggled timidly as well.
After the laughter ceased, Mr. Myouga wiped a tear from his eye. "That's Shikon High's way of saying 'Greetings' to new students," he explained. "Anyways! Moving on to everyone's favorite part of the orientation: The rules!" Silence followed. "Yes, I can definitely feel your excitement!" Many people chuckled. Mr. Myouga opened up the student handbook and began reading,
"Dress Code…!" He glanced up at the students and said, "Basically, no cleavage, butt cracks, hats, gloves, sunglasses, midriffs, see-through clothing, blankets, pajamas, coats, booty shorts, short skirts, strapless shirts, halter tops, spaghetti straps, and RIP shirts. Simple enough, right?" His face suddenly looked irritated. "And guys…if I see any of you waddling around the school with your pants sagging, I swear I'll…" Some people chuckled while others noisily accused their friends of letting their pants sag.
"Curfews!" Mr. Myouga continued. "All students must be in their dorm rooms by 10:00 P.M. Any students out in hallways after curfew will be punished. Students are to sign out if they are driving somewhere, but they must be back before curfew, unless granted permission to spend the weekend with their family."
The orientation went on for approximately an hour, the rules being explained further in detail along with many other rules and stuff like that. Eventually, Mr. Myouga dismissed the students to go get their schedules from their designated areas: freshmen were to stay in the auditorium, sophomores were to go to the cafeteria, juniors were to go to the gym, and seniors were to go to the library.
Sango and Kagome held hands as they left the auditorium, for they did not want to be separated from each other in the horde of rushing students. They clutched their student handbooks and map in their sweating hands as they nervously followed the other sophomores into the cafeteria. That's when they discovered that the schedules were being handed in a controlled manner: there were four large desks, each with a giant sign above it. All in all, the teachers were handing out schedules by last name.
Kagome and Sango bid temporary farewells to each other before heading to their designated lines; Kagome to Line G-M and Sango to Line T-Z.
Kagome shuffled over to her line, sweeping her gaze over all the students in hopes of recognizing a familiar face. No success. To pass the time, she began paging through her handbook. Suddenly, someone crashed into her back.
"Sorry!" Kagome tilted her head over her shoulder. Standing behind her was a blushing redheaded girl wearing a white jacket over a black tank top and a skirt. Tucked into one of her auburn pigtails was a blue-violet iris.
"Oh, it's okay," Kagome said with a friendly smile. "I like your flower. It's really pretty."
The girl meekly smiled. "Thank you. There's a bunch of these that grow outside my house."
"Really?"
"Yeah. It's actually my favorite flower, too!"
This quick little chitchat eventually turned into a friendly conversation. Kagome knew that she and this redheaded girl were going to be good friends, even if they were just standing in a line. After a minute or two of talking, Kagome already learned that the girl's name was Ayame and she was new to Shikon High as well.
Once the girls were handed their schedules, Kagome offered to introduce Sango to Ayame. Ayame eagerly nodded. It seemed as if the redhead was very enthusiastic about making new friends.
However, when Kagome and Ayame got to Line T-Z, Kagome saw that Sango was still in line. Sango made an exaggerated sad face to show how disappointed she was at how slow the line moved. But then, Kagome's gaze shifted from Sango to a few people behind her. Her brown irises met a familiar pair of blue eyes…
"GAH!! IT'S HIM AGAIN!!" Kagome cried to no one in particular.
"Who?" Ayame asked, ducking from one of Kagome's flailing arms.
"Huh?" Kagome paused. Then she rubbed the back of her neck, laughing nervously. "O-Oh! Nobody. I was just being dumb."
Ayame raised an eyebrow at Kagome, but shrugged it off. "Have you found out what dorm room you're in yet?" she asked.
"No. Did they write it on the schedule?"
"Yeah, it's right…here." Ayame pointed at the top right corner, where, printed in bold letters, the words 'Dorm Room' were.
Kagome glanced at the number. "I'm in Room…925. How about you?"
"Room 925! We're roommates!"
"YEAH! High-five!" The two girls attempted to slap hands and missed. "That was a very crappy high-five," Kagome commented. Ayame laughed and the girls tried again, succeeding this time.
"Greetings to my friend Kagome!" Sango panted as she trotted up to Ayame and Kagome, making a Vulcan salute with her hand, like in Star Trek. In the other hand, she was clutching her schedule along with her student handbook. The brunette turned to the redhead. "And, uh, greetings to this stranger," she said.
Ayame giggled before returning the Vulcan salute. "Greetings to you, too." Then she held out her hand, indicating that she wanted to shake hands. "I'm Ayame," she politely said.
Sango firmly grabbed her hand and shook it. "I'm Sango."
Kagome tapped Sango's shoulder. "Hey, what's your dorm room number?"
"Huh? Oh, it's uh…" Sango glanced at her little white card and found the number. "It's 925."
Kagome and Ayame gasped before hugging each other and Sango. They began bouncing around and dancing. "YAAAY!!" they cheered.
"YAAAAY!!" Sango shouted a little louder than the other two. "Why are we cheering?"
"Kagome and I are also in 925," Ayame answered.
Sango gasped joyfully. "YAAAAAY!!" she cheered, dancing again.
"We're done dancing, Sango," Kagome said.
"Sorry." Sango let go of her best friend and her new friend. She cleared her throat and tucked her hair behind her ear.
When the girls compared classes, they discovered that they had the exact same schedules.
"That's very ironic," Ayame commented, staring down at her schedule.
"Maybe it's because they wanted it to be easier for us to get along," Sango suggested with a shrug. "I mean, since we're roommates, we'll be able to have classes together and all that."
"I think I understand what you just said," Ayame said with mock uncertainty. She and Sango looked at each other before bursting out laughing.
Sango looked up at Kagome, who was twitching a bit. "Kagome?" the brunette said.
"GAAAAH!! IT'S HIM AGAIN!!!" Kagome screamed before sprinting off to the nearest girls' restroom.
"Kagome!" Sango and Ayame called as they chased after her. Both of them were wondering the same thing:
"Who the heck is Kagome talking about??"