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Summary: Ever since Kagome was little she has wanted to be a lawyer, but has had little support over the years. Then she meets him, the man that changed it all; changed it so much that she is now writing a paper in collage to become a writer. Just how did such a big switch become so, who is this man? This is her paper, this is her story. Of a teen who grew up with big ambitions and dreams, only to put them down later in life. For a semi-simple reason. Runaways don't become lawyers.
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Before the second semester of my freshman year my life was not all that cracked up to be. At least from my point of view. You can analyze and asses the good and the bad. Pointing out what I had while others lacked these seemingly everyday necessities, but it wouldn't matter, I would still say I was stuck in a hell hole. I guess I could have been a lot worse off, but I was never truly happy. So I wanted to prove myself, do things others didn't then I thought that would work. So I picked out a career path that seemed suitable for this life course I had taken, law.
I remember the day I decided to become on to. I was either ten or eleven; it was the summer right before sixth grade. I was just laying there thinking about life when it hit me. When I grow up I want to be a lawyer, and it stuck like flies on honey. Usually when a child picks a high job such as a lawyer or say a firefighter, they dismiss it when they get older, and then aim of a lower goal. I never did. I kept it a secret till the eighth grade, worrying that my family would think it was stupid, that I couldn't do it. It took till I was thirteen until I finally told them. My mother seemed thrilled, a little to thrilled. My grandfather seemed happy, yet a little passive for some reason. Then there was my brother, in all honesty, he didn't give a rat's left foot. Oh how I constantly rue the day I told them.
My reasons are simple, my family and the whole 'pep talks' and 'confidence' mixed about as well as gas and a lit cigarette. My grandfather thought I was a fuck up, plain as that. He expected me to do everything wrong. If it was as easy as walking down the stairs without tripping (while I do admit I am quite the klutz), to something as complex as balancing chemical equations. He is the main reason for my need to prove myself. When a girl is constantly belittled since she is about five it takes effect. It also annoyed my grandfather to no end when I was right, and I hate to say it but I usually am right. He went off of the 'adults are right 99.9 percent of the time' rule. That rule did not apply to me and it didn't make him happy in the slightest. The reasons for his actions are because of my mother I think. Her I'm getting to next.
My mother was in fact a fuck up, or at least used to be. In high school she basically quit and said 'screw it all'. My grandfather and she swear up and down that she was never in any gang-related activities; I think that's a bunch of bull. So now she is obsessed to make sure I didn't become like her. She wanted me to go to the high class collages and join student counsel, shit like that. That's just not my style; I'm a naturally shy person. I think it's because I get better support from infomercials.
I felt like I never had any real friends at that point in life, no one I could fully depend on and trust. I did trust people, and I had a nice abundance of friends. I still felt lonely though; even when I first started out in high school. Loneliness had crept into my heart and wouldn't leave. At this point I was still bound and determined to become a lawyer. That dream would stick with me to about mid-way through my first year of collage, but I'm jumping way to far ahead. Although it does press a very important question, if I had wanted to be lawyering so badly, why am I writing a paper in a class for those who want to be authors??
It's simple, sort of. I do know for a fact that he is the reason I'm slaving over a warm computer monitor, itching to get this paper done. I know that if I had never met him, I might very well of become infested in law. His name is Inuyasha Takihashi, and his answer of why our lives turned out as they did is this...
"Runaways don't become lawyers
