The one called lucky
She strung some cord of her guitar, her voice came out smoothly. Her eyes shut, she ended her song. Clapping was heard, even some whistling. Opening her yes, she smiled, a lot of people had crowed around her. Money was being dropped into her guitar case. Collecting the money, she put in the pocket of her old black skirt. Packing her guitar away, she left the park. People on the street gave her some glances, but she just ignored them, like she did every day. Arriving at the corner, she yelled to some one in the middle of the street. The girl came running to her.
"So, did you do well?" Asked the girl, as she passed her fingers through her hair.
"I guess so, I got about fifteen dollars." The other girl said.
"I got nineteen dollars." She said showing the money to her friend.
"Lucky bitch!" She said as she pushed her to the side playfully. "All you do is washing random car windows. I actually give entertainment to the public."
"Yah, but you don't need to work; all you do is play your music I actually have to move my ass to get money." She said as she stuffed the money in her baggy green pants.
"Are you still coming with me to that second hand store Sango?"
"You know I would never miss a chance like that." She said as she ran up ahead. "I bet I could get there before you do."
"Oh you're on."
Picking up a mug, she examining it, she carefully put it back down. The shelves where full of junky items. Some old woman was picking up every coffee mug she could get her hands on. Kagome wonder why some one would want some many mugs, all you do with them is drink coffee from it. Some plastic jewelry was the nexct item she picked up, it looked cheap, putting it around her wrist it brook into pieces, She then went to go and join Sango at the shoe section. She saw her friend trying on a pair of running shoes. They came here to get a new pair of shoes. Here's had duct tape holding them together, water could easily penetrate them.
"Look Kagome, I found these knee high boots, I thought maybe they would fit you." Sango said handed them out to her.
Taking her own shoes off, she laced up the black ones that Sango gave her. They looked bran new, walking around the store; she found that they fitted her perfectly. "Wow, these actually fit me." She said as she looked down at her shoes.
"And they look nice on you." Sango said as she put a pair of running shoes in a red plastic basket. "Come on, I think I saw this really nice shirt." Sango dragged Kagome to some racks at the far back. They started to look through the shirts when suddenly Sango pushed her head down.
"What was that for?"
Sango put her finger on her mouth telling her to be quite. She then pointed in between the rack. Sango was pointing at a girl with red hair. "What is it?" asked Kagome confused.
"You see that girl?"
"Well yah."
"She's an ugly bitch!" Sango said as she kept her voice low.
"I don't find she's ugly."
"What are you, a lesbian?"
"No, I just find she has nice hair that's all, and would you have a problem if I actually was?"
"No, it's just a thing I always want to know."
"Anything else you want to know about me?"
"Are you lactose intolerant?"
"NO!"
"Ok then… the red head girl has left the building." Sango said as she stood up. Kagome followed her lead. "Why do you hate her?" Kagome asked as she continued looking through the rack.
"Yuki told me she had a horrible attitude, and she is a bitch." Sango said as she picked out a shirt.
"You know you shouldn't listen to Yuki, she tells lies 24/7."
"Yah but who else I'm I supposed to listen to?"
"Rin or me." Kagome said as she walked off toward some hats.
"Rin is usually at work at that hotel of hers, and you, I always talk to you." Sango followed Kagome.
Kagome just nodded her head in response, not really listening. Sango kept on rambling about something. Then something caught her, eye, quickening her pace, she grabbed the object of the colorless shelf. Examining it, she could feel herself become excited. Kagome shoved it into Sango's arms, pointing to it. Looking down to the object in her hands, Sango realized it was a skateboard.
"I always wanted one!" Kagome said jumping up and down.
"But, its about fourteen dollars, you're going to need that money for food and stuff like that." Sango said as she turned the board over in her hands.
"Yah, but I have money saved up in my bank account, the money that my parents left for me." She said s she took the board back into her hands.
"Ok, buy it. But I won't be sharing my food with you if you're out of money." Kagome gave her a pleading look. "Ok, but you only get a quarter of it." Kagome ran toward the cashier, skateboard in hands. Sango just followed her, taking her time. Both girls paid for there things, the left the store. As they walked onto the street, the wind whipped their hair around. The cold wind was penetrating through their cotton sweater, putting their backs against the wind; they walked down the busy street. Looking back occasionally they soon arrived at their destination.
Pushing the glass doors open, they could hear discussion as people amble by them. Sango walked up to the line, Kagome following her every step. She kept her head low, hands stuffed into her pockets, skateboard tucked under her arm. She was glad that they weren't in the freezing cold. She kept her eyes glued to the ground. The smell of grease was in the whole room. She couldn't stand; it was too strong for her sense of smell. Covering her nose and mouth with her sleeve, she suddenly saw a small figure looking directly into her eyes. She looked worried.
"Are you ok?" asked the little girl, as she tugged onto her sleeve. Kagome removed her hand from her face, giving her a smile. The little girl smiled. "My name is Yuma-Suro, but you could call me Yuma, what's yours?"
"… It's Kagome, just Kagome."
"I'm-" She was suddenly cut off as she was pulled back; it was a young woman who did this. She looked as if she was about to have a heart attack. "I told you Yuma-Suro, to not talk to strangers, especially people like her." The woman said her last phrase in a lower voice. The woman took the girl by the hand, before leaving the little girl looked back and waved.
Kagome was in chock, no one had ever said something like that. Well not at least in front of her.
Kagome suddenly heard an extremely cheerful tone. "What will be your order Miss?" Looking up, she realized it was the cashier. Her hair was pulled back into a ponytail, on her blouse there was a badge that said, "Smile" with a happy face on it. A smile was spread across her; it was much too big to be real. Sango was looking at her as is she was alien, her mouth was half open, either in shock or disbelief.
"Sango, she asked what do you want." Kagome shook her friend.
"Oh, sorry… uhm, could I have the cheapest thing on the menu and water."
"Coming right up." The cashier went to talk to someone.
"That girl so freaky, I never saw some so… happy!" Sango said as pulled out some money from her pocket. Leaning against the counter, she closed her eyes. "Where are we going to sleep tonight?" She passed her hands through her messy brown hair.
"We could sleep beside the half pike; it will protect us from the wind." Kagome suggested.
"Yah and it's not too far from here." Sago straightened herself.
"I'm going to get a seat." Kagome went to the other part of the restaurant. Sitting down at a table, she put her skateboard in-between her legs. She lay her head onto the table, then let her eyelids fall down. She was slowly drifting to sleep. Until she felt something ruffles her hair. Slightly looking up she realized it was Miroku. He sat across from her.
"Hi Miroku…" Putting her head back down, she closed her eyes.
"So how are you doing, I haven't seen you for a while." He said in a sarcastic voice.
"Oh yah, real long, the last time I saw you, I think it was this morning." She still had her head on the table. She suddenly heard a large smacking noise and some grumbling. Lifting her head up completely, she found out that Miroku had a large red hand print on his cheek, Sango was sitting down, she didn't look that happy.
"What happened?" She asked innocently.
"Don't ask any questions or you won't get any food." Sango said as she was dividing her hamburger into three, giving a piece to the others. She started to eat her piece.
They all ate quietly. When Miroku finished his piece he got. "I'm sorry, but I have to go now ladies."
"You just came here so I can buy you food?" Sango asked.
"Oh yah I forgot." He bent down and gave her a kiss on the cheek. He then jogged out the door. Kagome looked at Sango, she was blushing, or either she thought it was reallyhot in the restaurant, her cheeks where a darker shade of pink.
"Well, I never thought Sango would get embarrassed when her boyfriend would give her a kiss." Kagome leaned in forward, trying to see Sango's reaction.
She was surprised when Sango jumped out of her seat and lunged forwards for Kagome. Kagome dogged just in time, taking her skateboard, she raced out the door. Dashing down the street, she made her way through the bunch of people. As ran across streets, she looked back. Sango was on her trail. She continued scampering across the park. When she suddenly got out of breath and fell to the ground. Laying emotionless, as is she was dead. She waited for Sango.
The wind brushed against her face, it felt nice and refreshing. She let herself relax; the grass was cool underneath her body. Something was then suddenly dropped onto her stomach. Opening her eyes, she realized it was Sango's bag. Sango was already ahead of her. Picking it up, she went to join her friend. They walked across the park in silence. When they came to the half pipe, Sango took her bag and put onto the ground, opening it she took out two small sleeping bags and a blanket. Laying them beside the ramp, she took her shoes off, and then climbed into one of the sleeping bags, Kagome followed her actions. When they where booth comfortable, they said their good nights.
Sango closed her eyes, but Kagome stayed awake. Wondering if one day they will be like everyone else. Not that she wanted to be the same, she wanted to be unique, but she wanted to live in a home, a real one. But she mostly wondered why people called her lucky.