Ok, I know I only had the last thing posted for like an hour, but I really wanted to write this story. I STILL WANT YOU GUYS TO PICK ANOTHER ONE!! This one just sounded reallllly good to me so im writing it! Hope you LOVE it!
Secret Love
Chapter 1: Kagome Higurashi
A girl with silky, raven-black hair sat on her bed. It was just a mattress on the floor with a small blanket that had holes in it. Her room was only composed of a small table, her bed, and a small dresser. The walls and floors were just wood. She had no door to her room.
Some might say she was dirt poor, and that was true. But her mother always told her to keep a smile on her face and keep living life, that was, until her mother died. Her father had left her mom after had her. Her father had had all the money, and after the law firm, he kept all the money. Her mother died of a heart failure. The girl now lived with her 10 year old brother, Souta in this run-down home. She had to bed child services not to take him away from her.
She stood up and walked over to her dresser. She pulled a white sweater with a little red scarf and green rims out, then a pleated green short skirt. She slipped off the pajamas she was wearing and put the outfit on. It was dirty because they didn't own a washing machine. She had to take their clothes to the lake every week and wash them there.
She grabbed a pair of white socks that had some holes on the bottom and pulled them on. Then she grabbed her brown shoes and slid them on.
She picked p her backpack that had holes and dirt all over it and walked to the small kitchen. All that was in the kitchen was a small table, a small fridge, and some cabinets.
She smiled sadly when she saw her brother eating dry cereal.
"The milk spoiled again?" she asked.
He nodded and sat his spoon down.
"Hey Kagome…do you think we'll ever be rich like those kids at school?" Souta asked hopefully.
Kagome smiled and nodded.
"Of course Souta."
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Kagome sat in homeroom, writing in her filthy notebook.
September 4
The rich girls are still snickering about me behind my chair…I can clearly hear their words, but I wont let them get to me…I promised mom…