The Main Character's Form
First Name: Alexis
Middle Name: Macry (Pronounced Muh-Cree)
Last Name: Bloomingdale
Gender: Female
Age: 16
Birthday: September 13th, Friday, 1997
Hair Color: Black with blue streaks (All Natural)
Hair Style: Long, thick, and wavy. Alexis' hair is usually down, or up in a ponytail, nothing more.
Eye Color: Purple
Blood Type: AB+
Human/Demon: Human
Family: Unknown
Personality: Unknown
Living Arrangements: School dorm apartment room
Height: 5'9"
Nationality: American/German
Star Sign: Virgo
Chinese Zodiac: Oxen
Birthstone: Sapphire
Occupation: First-year high school student/ minor artist/ writer
Favorite Subjects: English, Physical Education
Favorite Foods: Spicy foods, Chinese food, sweets, or anything to do with meat
Hobbies: Singing, dancing, drawing, writing, playing soccer, playing football, sleeping, eating
Demon of Canines
Prologue
Okay, so let's recap. It's Wednesday, and I guess everything started going downhill on Monday, when school started for the year. Monday; I was picked and poked at. Tuesday; things were thrown at me and violent threats. But, today, kids chased me down the street after school.
Now, before I go any farther, let me explain why they were bullying me. I'm Alexis, Alexis Macry (Muh-Cree) Bloomingdale, and I'm an American girl. I have unusual, but natural, black and blue hair, and violet eyes. So, naturally, they picked on me about my eyes, hair, and race. What made the largest impact on my bullying was the fact that I only went to the Japanese school on a fully paid enrollment (meaning, they paid for me to go to the school because of my good grades and attendance).
Now, here I was, being chased down the street with rocks, and the leader of the little gang, with a small knife.
'Help me! I need salvation!' I scream in my mind as I see the roof of a building just up the hill. I dash forward and under the red arch at the base of some steps. I look over my shoulder at the group, who of which had stopped before the red arch, and were now glaring daggers at me.
"Yes, take refuge in that cursed place! But, we will get you tomorrow!" The leader shouts, and with that, they turn and dash down the street.
'Cursed?' I think, and look back to the building. I was beginning to be able to make out some more buildings. I shrug and brush off my white blouse and green skirt. I adjust my black backpack to a more comfortable spot on my shoulder, so that it wouldn't hit my cut arm or bruised shoulder. Then, I begin to make my way up the steps.
I reach the top and look around; it looked kind of like a shrine. I walk around, looking in windows, until I come upon a smallish (more or less) building.
This building had no windows, which made me more curious than I already was. I reach my hand out and slide the door open enough to peek inside. After a moment of silence, I slide the door open more and slip inside of the building. I go down the steps, and I am soon peering over the wall of a well.
It was bone dry. I sweat dropped, "I thought I'd at least see something cool."
I sigh and start to turn around, but a dim glowing quickly caught my attention. I turn back and lean over the well wall once more, when an invisible force pushes me in.
'This is it,' I think, time seeming to slow, 'I'm going to die.' I close my eyes and get ready for impact, but it doesn't come...
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A/N: Hey! So, this is my first InuYasha Fan Fiction story! *Audience applause for Me.* Yes, thank you! Thank you!
But anyway… if your all freaking out like;
"OMG! WHY DID SHE HAVE TO END THE PROLOGUE WITH A CLIFF HANGER! WHYYYYYYY!"
Then you pass out, well, here's your answer!
I kind of did this, because it seems to me, when somebody has a cliff hanger, more people like their story, because it keeps them guessing and interested!
So anyway, what do ya think? Too quick, are there any mistakes, gets a bit OOC (Out Of Character) from time to time, what? I would appreciate your reviews, but
NO flaming. I get it if you right something really long with mistakes, and your telling me what would be nice to add in, I get it. But don't go running around like;
"OMG! THIS IS SOME HORRIBLE CRAP! THIS STORY NEEDS TO GO DIE IN A DITCH AFTER BEING HIT BY A 16 WHEELER!"
Yeah, because guys, for those of you who didn't know already, that's not being nice, responsive, or helpful. That's just downright rude, annoying, flaming, and YOU BEING A HATER!
Anyway, favorite, comment, tell your friends, and feel free to try sending ideas!
P.S. Yeah, kind of short, but it is just the prologue, and I just wanted the whole 'falling down a well' thing out of the way.