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Sessions
Chapter One: Allen
AN: I've had this story bubbling in my head for years now! It's another AU (Alternate Universe) story, and I'll be aiming to update this almost daily. I intend to make it a drabble series which means that the chapters will range from 100-800 words. They won't be any larger or shorter. The pairing is Kagome Higurashi x Allen Walker. Allen is seventeen and in Grade 12 and Kagome is nineteen and in her first year of university. Since I'm born and raised in Canada, I'm following the Canadian school curriculum since I'm most familiar with that. *chuckles to myself*
The final bell had rung, signalling the end of another the school day. Teenagers were in the midst of packing up their notebooks and other school supplies, hastily shoving them into their bags with desperate urges to flee the classroom. With plans to chat in the corridors or dash off to club meetings and part-time jobs, it seemed like everyone in the class was eager to leave, except for one young lad.
Allen Walker, an English born student who immigrated to Canada during the eighth grade, was wordlessly stuffing his papers into a worn out binder, trying to keep his eyes and ears to himself. Known throughout the school as being one of the resident people to avoid, Allen couldn't wait for his peers to vacate the room. Besides longing for the silence to return, Allen couldn't wait for the staring to fade away too.
Even after four years of studying with these students, several of them still found Allen's physical appearance to be rather... horrid. From his startling white hair to his freak-like birthmark that trailed from his forehead down to his left cheekbone, Allen was habituated to hearing whispers and jeers behind his back about his physical characteristics.
He tried his hardest to ignore them but sometimes it could be quite difficult. Sometimes it made enduring school that much harder.
Allen's deceased father, Mana Walker, would tell Allen everyday to keep his head held high and continue to move forward. "Keep on walking, don't ever stop" was the motto for which Mana Walker adhered to. He followed that lifestyle until the day he died. Upon his death, that motto became more than a statement or lifestyle choice to Allen, it had become his will to live. On some of his darkest days, those words were Allen's sole motivation to wake up in the morning.
It might seem rather odd to some, perhaps even sad in the eyes of other people, but unless you've spent a day walking in Allen's shoes then you wouldn't be able to understand the moral significance of those simple words...
Allen heaved a sigh of relief. The room was finally empty, even the teacher has vacated the room. For the first time today, he felt at ease.
His right hand reached forward to collect his final notebook. There were several pieces of paper poking out from the top, one of which made Allen frown. It was his most recent mathematics test. It was yet another failing grade.
Allen heaved another sigh, remembering his teacher's words.
"This is your second failed test to date, Walker. If you don't shape up soon, you'll wind up failing my class."
Unfortunately, mathematics wasn't Allen's only worst subject. Excluding his advanced placement music course, he was failing or nearly failing everything else.
He sucked on his bottom lip.
Failure.
Allen loathed the word. It often made him feel like an even bigger reject on top of his outward appearance. His failing marks were also another reason for the gossipers and whispers among his classmates.
"Mmm…" Without thinking any further, Allen reached for the notebook and threw it into his bag. He didn't care what happened to that paper. He didn't care what happened to any of his schoolwork for that matter. Allen was, needless to say, tired. He was feeling so tired of everything. It amazed him that he even managed to force himself to come to school today. After all, no one cared if he showed up. Not one of his classmates or his teachers for that matter.
No one saw Allen Walker or considered him to be a significant figure in the grand schemes of things. He might stand out among the crowd because of his unique appearance, but his solitary tendencies and quiet demeanour made him an easy figure to forget…
And try as he might, sometimes that thought didn't even bother him anymore.
Allen wanted nothing more than to fade away from existence. He was tired of everyone, so tired, and he wanted it to end.