Every morning I start out with the same ritual, I take a ten minuet shower, I blow dry my hair till every single piece is in place, I but on my clean white blouse, and khakis, and lace up my white Nikes.
But today that didn't happened, all the wrong things happened at all the wrong time. Today is Monday THE 23, do you hear me, as student body president for the last three years every body expects me to look a certain way. Its how I've always dressed, how I've always acted. So this is what happened my alarm clock did not go off, my hot water turned to cold, so I didn't get to wash my hair. Then my blow dryer broke, my clothes went missing, and I couldn't fine my freaking shoes.
How can the worst day of my life get any worse, I had to wear my alternative set of clothes, which Is always a back up. So today I put on my blue jeans, and a black tank top which was a little to tight for my liking, I mean are your boobs suppose to look like they're about to fall out or something. My mom will never pick out my clothes again.
I put on some flip flops and started my trek downstairs.
Nobody was home, nobody was ever home. I couldn't stand it I hated everything my mother standed for, and I hated how I looked so much like her, black straight hair down to my waist but always up, but not today my only hair tie went missing, and I only have one because it's the one my father put in my hair before he died, I promised my self I would only wear that one. And now it's missing. Brown probing eyes that always seemed to be searching for something, "Shit, I have to get out of here."
My mom was on a business trip for the next week and a half, and Souta my fifteen year old brother, was at boarding school, I haven't seen him for two years, no communication is allowed until he can fix all of his mistakes. My mother thinks he killed our dad, she's psychotic.
I walked my regular way to school it was only about a mile down the road anyways. When the school came into view my stomach started hurting. I was seventeen years old. I should not be feeling like a little kid. But things only got much worse. I was late by twenty minuets. And the BIGGEST gang in our whole neighbor hood was blocking the front doors. I wasn't afraid just ticked the freak off.
"Hey bitch, you lost or something."
"My dear friend is that anyway you talk to a young, beautiful, stunning….."
"Shit, Inuyasha you knocked him the fuck out"
"Maybe the bastard should talk about something besides chicks for ten second." While these guys were fighting I, as quietly as possible, slipped inside one of the doors, and started running to the office for my tardy slip. Well at least I tried before a arm wrapped around my waist, causing me to trip and fall flat on my face, and a body to unceramonsily, crash hard onto my back pinning me down.
"Fuck, Bitch that hurt" Grumbled some weird perverted guy on top of me. The only thing for me to do Is try and squirm my way out, cause there was no way I would lower my standards by talking to some shitty gang person. Finally what seemed like hours which were really minuets the weight lifted off me, and two hands grabbed my shoulders and hoisted me up. Then I was turned to face the hottest guy I have ever met. He had long silver hair down to his ass held in a bandana. Two amber eyes narrowed slightly in slits. And one fang hanging slightly over his lip, With a red wife beater, and tight black leather pants. How in the hell was she Kagome Higarashi suppose to resist him some supper hot perverted gang guy.