Hello, hello, everyone. Here is the first chapter to the sequel of Falling Back Down. Sorry it took so long for me to get it out. Sometimes things just stay for awhile in my head and won't come out, not to mention the fact I've had like ten papers to work on. All of them were factual, so no fiction writhing for awhile. Maybe I can work a lot, and get all of this story out before the next semester starts up again. So yeah, let me know what you think. I hope it's good! LET ME KNOW!

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN INUYASHA IN ANY WAY SHAPE OR FORM!!!!!!

Don't be a hero...

Even after everything goes wrong it somehow turns out okay in the end, but who says it's over?

"Honey, you better get up, or you'll be late." I knocked on my darling daughter's door again. "Sesslynia, dear. Do you want to miss your first day of fifth grade?"

"Kagome," my mother called from the floor below, still young yet a grandmother, "is she still not getting up?"

"No," I replied leaning over the railing so I could see her. About eleven years ago she spoke horrible words and told me not to return home. But when she found me out in the rain alone, homeless and, yet again, pregnant, she laughed. She wrapped both arms around me and brought me home. Everyday since she has worked to make the trouble of my life a little more tender as an apology. We together have tried to raise my daughter, his daughter. And today, she starts fifth grade.

"Maybe my special pancakes will get her out of her bed."

"Thanks, Mom. I'll let her know." Before I could turn to knock on her door again, she was darting out of the room headed for the table for breakfast. Her hair was wicked short and dyed black, and her eyes were green like someone else I know. "We need to dye your hair again, angel," I informed my daughter as I walked to catch up with her. "The silver is growing back in." Her hair when she was born was silver like his was. I've dyed it twice a month since she started pre-school.

"Mom, can't I grow my hair out once?" she pouted at me.

"You know that you can't go to school with your natural hair color. People will talk too much."

"But Mom-"

"No, "but"-ing your mother Lynia. Now enjoy your pancakes." My mother clanked a plate in front of Sesslynia and she devoured her breakfast.

"Can we at least do it after school, Mom? I don't want to have dye on my face the first day."

"Yes, but wear a hat, dear. Now go get dressed." She ran off with a grin and in a hurry.

"And brush your teeth," my mother added.

First day of school, this is supposed to be good right?

My mom dropped me off at the front gate, but she drove away before everything fell to pieces.

There was this girl near the side wing of our school which acted as the middle school. We share lunch and gym with older students along with some art classes. She was a sixth grader, I saw her at lunch sometimes hanging out with eighth graders. Usually the theme is cheerful, pleasant. But this time, they had surrounded her and all I could really see of her was a small fraction enveloped by four large guys. I saw her start to squirm, but I lost it when she screamed.

I slammed my book bag into the side of one of the boys. He fell back grunting, barely effected b the hit. "What the-" he blurted out whipping around to find me, about half his size or even smaller. "Well, well, well," he grinned, "Looks like this little girl wants a piece of the action too."

"No," the girls screamed, "Leave her out of this! She means nothing to you!"

"Shut her up," the boy barked and one of the others slapped the girls so hard she spat blood. "I say what happens, darlin'. And this little brat-" he snagged the nap of my neck in a grip so fierce I froze in pain. "Let's take her in the back and show her who not to mess with." My life sucks...

I understand that this chapter ends badly and that there is a hint of rape on a little girl, but don't worry, it's a part of the story. I'm sorry if I offend anyone. But, um, review please! Let me know what you think!

Opal---Wow, I never thought you'd go that far, Fuerte.

Fuerte---I apologize, but this does happen in real life. Whether we like to admit it or not. It has to be dealt with one way or another. Which means it cannot be taboo 'cause taboo things never stop.

Dragonfli---She is right, Opal. No one spoke out about AIDS for a long time, now they do and are searching for a cure. just like children commiting crimes. It used to never be in the papers, now it is, and now people are trying to end/prevent it. Children get raped, women get raped, men get raped. It's a terrible thing to happen, but it does.

Opal---Yeah, 'tis true. But, readers, let us know what you think.

Fuerte---And we are sorry if we offended you in any way.