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A New Life
Chapter 1 - The First Day of the Rest of Your Life
Kagome shut off her alarm clock and groaned as she pulled herself out of bed. She stood in front of her mirror, broken because of a previous "accident", and took in her complexion. Her right cheek was slightly red and a light purple bruise was forming under her left eye.
'I'll have to make sure to cover that up really good.'
Looking down, she frowned at the fairly obvious cuts and bruises covering her arms and legs, and grimaced as her eyes traveled down to the deep gash on her right leg.
'Boy, can Dad use a knife..,' she thought grimly.
Pulling on a pair of loose sweatpants, a white t-shirt, and an ugly sweatshirt, Kagome put on her glasses and tip-toed downstairs. Once she reached the bottom however, she realized what she had forgotten and walked back up.
Kagome grabbed her compact and stood in front of her mirror, applying large amounts of cover-up to her bruised face until you could no longer tell what had been there only a minute ago. Placing her compact into her bookbag, Kagome sighed heavily as she looked at herself in the mirror.
'I wasn't always like this. I used to be happy, and had friends... that is, until Mom died.' Kagome smiled a rare smile never seen by the public as she thought of her mom's smiling face. It quickly turned into a frown as her thoughts wandered to her mom's death.
Her mother was on her way home from work one day and decided to take a taxi. What she hadn't known at the time, was that the driver had had a few beers that night. Kagome's father was stressed out beyond belief after the accident, and decided to take his anger and frustration out on her. Sometimes he did it just for the heck of it, something to pass the time, usually when he was drunk.
Kagome picked up her stack of books and headed downstairs. She peaked her head around the railing of the staircase as her eyes searched around the first floor of the house for any sign of her father. He was probably still mad at her for coming home late yesterday. She fast walked to the door, seeing that he was no where in sight and quickly reached out for the doorknob.
Her heart was pounding in her chest out of fear that he might see her. She slowly opened it and cringed as it squeaked loudly. She squeezed herself through the tiny gap she had opened and quickly shut it. She ran down the front steps to her house and kept running until she was a block away. She stopped and caught her breath before straightening herself and beginning the walk to school.
'The first day of senior year... I can't wait...'