A/N—result of pure randomness (as are all my stories…). K, so I always thought that Kikyo and Kanna should SO be alliances cause they both don't show emotions and they both don't give a crap about life. So, in my mad quest for power, in this story, they are best friends. Oh ya, Kagura had to be in it too, so she DOES Kanna's older sister in this one.

So this is how the story works: Kanna is in high school and her best friend is Kikyo.

The wannabes are Kagura, Kagome, Sango, Yura, and Ayame. The jocks (or jerks) are Inu Yasha, sesshomaru, Miroku, and Shippo(ya, he's a SHORT high schooler-lol)

And, of course, Naraku is Kanna's dad. (Duh)

Kudos to DeadChick57 for this random idea! Wuv ya deadchick!

Disclaimer- Hi! I'm Rimiko Takahashi! NOT!

Chapter 1: another day…

My alarm clock went off irritatingly loud. I whacked the snooze button and climbed out of bed. The last thing I want to see in the morning is my dad coming in my room yelling at me to get my butt out of bed.

I pulled a brush through my hair and put on some clothes. Walking to my mirror I took in my daily longing gaze.

I wasn't beautiful. Not even very pretty. And believe me, my dad made sure to tell me that every single day. It always struck me how my sister and best friend (let alone my sister's boyfriend for that matter.) could be so beautiful and I could be so…not.

I had chalk white hair and to match, chalk white skin. To break up the "chalk" sequence, I had dyed the ends of my hair black. And as scars from my too close past, seven fading scars on my arm from the sixth grade. It didn't do much to distract, though.

I never even tried to look good in all those cool clothes, either. (not that I had the money.) Today was a black shirt that was probably two sizes too small and some cargo jeans most likely two sizes too big.

I had tried to even make myself look bigger. I was eternally skinny and looked like a sixth grader rather the ninth that I was. (Aside from my, in kagura's words, 'blessings' ((A/N: kudos to sesshsbaby111 the terminology!:))) So, I went to a weight room to get stronger and look older. It had some effect, but it is still a work in progress.

I didn't get superb grades, but who cares? My dad didn't even finish high his freshman year. He doesn't give a crap about me, much less my grades.

Nodding slightly to myself, I turned and walked out of my room to see Kikyo and Kagura at the table eating.

Kikyo is my best friend. Ever since her little sister step dad and mom died in a fire 3 years ago, she's been living with us. Dad and Kagura don't mind. (Well, actually, Kagura hates both our guts and dad probably has no idea she is here. HE'S never home, after all.)

And Kagura? Well, she just hates me. What a witch.

Once again, I wonder why I'm so ugly. Kikyo just wears a t-shirt and she look gorgeous anyway with her beautiful hair and large brown eyes. Kagura always looks downright hot and what ever she wears is so tight, it's a wonder she get them on!

They both have boys' eyes always scanning them. So, the difference between them? Difference number one: Kikyo cares about her grades. Her parents wanted her to go to collage and lead a good life. Kagura doesn't care.

Number two: Kikyo is always in a book. She feels that all the boys in our school are perverted jerks. Hence, she doesn't like them. On the other hand, Kagura loves boys. Always with her boyfriend, Sesshomaru, loving the feel of their eyes on her.

And probably most importantly, Kikyo is the closest to family I have ever known. We met at a youth group thingy after I was caught cutting myself at school and right after her dad died. Almost immediately, we became friends.

She has always seemed so cruel and cold, cutting off the world. I guess I can't blame her though, having her whole family die in a year. Even so, we didn't ask each other questions; we respected each other's thoughts.

After exchanging sneers with the witch, we picked up our books and walked out the door to begin the walk to school. Glancing behind us, we saw the jocks and wannabes picking up the witch in her boyfriend's car.

So live our life.

A/N: Ya, so this is the start… tell me if u got any ideas, I am always open! Srry for the short-ness of it. I will try to make it longer next time! 