Author's note- This is my second fanfic, but do not fear. I shall update my last story if I get more than five reviews. So I pretty much have two stories going at once. If you do choose to put in a review, any comment, whether it be cruel or great, would be very helpful with my future stories. Thank you.

Disclaimer- I do not own Inu Yasha, although I wish I did. The Wonderful and Talented Rumiko Takahashi does, I bow to her greatness. Some of the characters in this story are entirely my own. Some of them are not.

Chapter One

Smash! Kagome looked down to see her books strewn out before her. As she bent down to pick them up, a group of kids began pointing and laughing, making her feel so low and unwanted. "Smelly Mae", they called her. The class geek. Bad choice of clothing, untamed hair, and a mouth so full of metal, you couldn't tell where her teeth were. Beneath those thick framed glasses she wore on her face, rested two sad green eyes. They seemed to be longing. Pleading. Begging.

Kagome did not have many friends, and of few she did have, it seems they could care less about her. They teased her, taunted her, and said nasty things about her. Life for this young girl was not at all pleasing.

She gathered her things, got up, and briskly rushed to her English class. As she did, the late bell rang. She walked quicker. She stopped and listened. Silence. Then she looked up only to find that the hallways were empty. Soon the silence was broken by an underclassman His sneakers pounded on the hard floor as he raced to his class, but the silence slowly returned as the boy turned the corner. She could hear the sound of fading footsteps going down the long empty hallway.

There she stood. Alone and confused. She wondered what it would be like if she were like the rest of them. If she were popular.

"How can I be like them?" is something she often asked herself.

She continued to walk. Only this time, with a much quicker pace. When she got to the door of her classroom, she stopped and straighten up a bit to make herself look more presentable. As she opened the door, all heads turned to her. Mr. Yogashari, who was casually leaning on his desk, looked at Kagome seriously, brought his glasses down, and said,

"You're late again Miss Higurashi."

Kagome looked at him as though the world had just ended.

"I'm sorry! It…it….it won't happen again! I…I...I swear!"

She stuttered over her words as she spoke. After, she quickly went to her seat with her head slightly hung down. She was hoping no one could see her face. But they could. Oh, they could. She plopped down in her seat. Only a short time later, did a crumpled up piece of paper hit her in the back. Towards the back of the room, sat a group of guys who were laughing.

"Quiet gentlemen!" said Mr. Yogashari

"Sorry sir." Said Inu Yasha.

Inu Yahsa Yori, that poor wretched creature. He was one of those heavy metal type people. His long dyed black hair waved in every direction. His pants were so tight, it looked at though he couldn't walk straight, even with the wholes he had slashed into the fabric. He wore dark t-shirts and an expensive leather jacket. His boots rattled every time he took a step.

Both Kagome and Inu Yasha had grown up together. Every afternoon they would make mud pies and play games that any child of four could imagine. As kids, they were inseparable.

But then middle school rolled along and they began going their separate ways. Kagome was put in the smarter, above average classes. As for Inu Yahsa, it's a wonder how he even managed to get through middle school.

By the time high school had begun, they wanted nothing to do with each other. Kagome was the geek with all the brains, who had decided to move on. And Inu Yasha was the young, rough boy who stayed behind with his life, never fully maturing.

Mr. Yogashari got up from his desk, went to the chalkboard, picked up a piece of chalk and wrote,

William Shakespeare.

"William Shakespeare, I imagine," began Mr. Yogashari, "was one of the greatest playwrights to have ever lived. During theses next few weeks we will learn of his history, of the pain and suffering, of the love and romance, of murder and guilt, and of affaires. Through his sonnets and plays, we will learn all this."

He turned to the board and underneath William Shakespeare, he wrote,

History.

"Now, can any one tell me some historical facts about Shakespeare?"

Kagome's hand shot up like a spring.

"Kagome." Called Mr. Yogashari.

"William Shakespeare was born on April 23, 1564!"

She said it with such pride, such dignity, it made Sango Almatita feel sick.

"William Shakespeare was born on blah, blah, blah." She mimicked loud enough for her clique to hear.

As Kagome spoke, Mr. Yogashari wrote. After that, students began blurting out all they knew about this playwright. And as hey did, Mr. Yogashari continued to write.

In mid sentence, the bell rang.

Students shot up from their desks and began spilling out into the hall.

Raising his voce so students could hear him over the chaos Mr. Yogashari said,

"For your homework, I'd like for you to think of as many of Shakespears plays as possible!"

Some listened, some didn't. Others didn't have a clue what was going on.

So there it is, the first chapter of my second story. Actually, I began writing this about four years ago. It was never an Inu Yasha story to begin with; the actual names were originally Nelly, Joey, Mr. Thomas, and Marie. Funny, huh!? But I decided it might be good for Fanfic, so I changed to characters names to the ones used in Inu Yasha.

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