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~Kagome's POV~
Kagome stood poised with both hands on the knife handle. She wanted to plunge it into her heart life just wasn't worth living. "Kagome!" Sango burst into the room. Startled Kagome dropped the knife and then hurriedly picked it up. "Kagome? What were you doing with that knife?" "I was putting it away, what did you think I was doing?" "I don't know, but it didn't look like you were putting it away." Kagome opened the drawer and threw the knife in; she didn't want Sango to know she was planning on taking her life. "Does this have something to do with Inu-yasha? You shouldn't let him get to you like that. He's not worth it." Kagome turned away, she couldn't look at Sango, she didn't want her to know the pain she was in. "This has nothing to do with Inu-yasha," she lied. "Are you sure? If you want to talk about it then I'm here for you, okay?" "I know, thank you, but right now I just want to be alone, okay?" "Okay."
Sango left, leaving Kagome alone in the kitchen. The phone rang, "Hello" "Kagome?" "This is she" "Hey Kagome, this is Miroku." "Hey, Miroku. What's up?" "I was just wondering if you were still going to come over later and help me study for Algebra." "Yeah, umm, I'm coming over at seven, is that okay?" "Yeah, that's fine, thanks." "No prob." "Bye" "Bye"
Kagome set the receiver back on its hook. "Well I guess I can wait until after I help Miroku." She walked into the living room and flopped down on the couch. She sat there a minute staring up at the ceiling and then grabbed the remote control and flipped through the channels for a while before settling on something. Finally it was time to leave for Miroku's. She hurried out and grabbed her bike. She peddled as fast as she could, thankful for something to distract her from her self-destructive thoughts.
She got to Miroku's house and rang the doorbell. She shivered in the cool evening air and wished that she had brought a sweater; the ride back home was going to be cold. Miroku's mother answered the door and ushered her in. "Good evening Kagome, I'm so glad that you've come to help Miroku. His grades really have improved since you've started tutoring him. He's in the kitchen." "Thank you, I'm so glad that I can help him, he's a good person" *even if he is a bit of a hentai* she thought to herself.
Kagome walked into the kitchen, and not only was Miroku in there, but so was Inu-yasha, her ex-boyfriend. "Good evening Miroku," she said warmly, and then in an icy tone, "Inu-yasha" "Kagome," Inu-yasha said in mock surprise, "I didn't know you were coming here tonight. I was just leaving. C-ya Miroku" "Later"
After Inu-yasha left, Kagome turned to Miroku, "Why didn't you tell me he was going to be over here?! You know that we don't get along." "Hey, Kagome, cool it. It's not like he stayed or anything. Now are you going to help me with Algebra or not?" "Of course I am, just give me a moment to get over the shock of seeing my ex, okay?"
Please R&R. I would really like some feedback so that I know how to make this a better story.
~Kagome's POV~
Kagome stood poised with both hands on the knife handle. She wanted to plunge it into her heart life just wasn't worth living. "Kagome!" Sango burst into the room. Startled Kagome dropped the knife and then hurriedly picked it up. "Kagome? What were you doing with that knife?" "I was putting it away, what did you think I was doing?" "I don't know, but it didn't look like you were putting it away." Kagome opened the drawer and threw the knife in; she didn't want Sango to know she was planning on taking her life. "Does this have something to do with Inu-yasha? You shouldn't let him get to you like that. He's not worth it." Kagome turned away, she couldn't look at Sango, she didn't want her to know the pain she was in. "This has nothing to do with Inu-yasha," she lied. "Are you sure? If you want to talk about it then I'm here for you, okay?" "I know, thank you, but right now I just want to be alone, okay?" "Okay."
Sango left, leaving Kagome alone in the kitchen. The phone rang, "Hello" "Kagome?" "This is she" "Hey Kagome, this is Miroku." "Hey, Miroku. What's up?" "I was just wondering if you were still going to come over later and help me study for Algebra." "Yeah, umm, I'm coming over at seven, is that okay?" "Yeah, that's fine, thanks." "No prob." "Bye" "Bye"
Kagome set the receiver back on its hook. "Well I guess I can wait until after I help Miroku." She walked into the living room and flopped down on the couch. She sat there a minute staring up at the ceiling and then grabbed the remote control and flipped through the channels for a while before settling on something. Finally it was time to leave for Miroku's. She hurried out and grabbed her bike. She peddled as fast as she could, thankful for something to distract her from her self-destructive thoughts.
She got to Miroku's house and rang the doorbell. She shivered in the cool evening air and wished that she had brought a sweater; the ride back home was going to be cold. Miroku's mother answered the door and ushered her in. "Good evening Kagome, I'm so glad that you've come to help Miroku. His grades really have improved since you've started tutoring him. He's in the kitchen." "Thank you, I'm so glad that I can help him, he's a good person" *even if he is a bit of a hentai* she thought to herself.
Kagome walked into the kitchen, and not only was Miroku in there, but so was Inu-yasha, her ex-boyfriend. "Good evening Miroku," she said warmly, and then in an icy tone, "Inu-yasha" "Kagome," Inu-yasha said in mock surprise, "I didn't know you were coming here tonight. I was just leaving. C-ya Miroku" "Later"
After Inu-yasha left, Kagome turned to Miroku, "Why didn't you tell me he was going to be over here?! You know that we don't get along." "Hey, Kagome, cool it. It's not like he stayed or anything. Now are you going to help me with Algebra or not?" "Of course I am, just give me a moment to get over the shock of seeing my ex, okay?"
Please R&R. I would really like some feedback so that I know how to make this a better story.