Mates & Highschool

Chapter 1.

Kagome's pov.

I sat in my new room, feeling sick to my stomach. Only I could get my period and a cold the same week, because it's just me.

'Mom should be home in a few, I'll have her buy me some nasal strips and cough drops.' I silently muse.

I text my mom and tell her come and get me, so we can pick those up. I needed to explore this new city, and country. Moving from Japan to America is so not an easy thing to do, but at least me and my family are fluent in English from the relatives teaching us.

Mom texts back, and tells me there's a 24 hour market up the street, and the suns coming up so I should just walk.

So, I sit there, staring at my little screen like it's the reason for all my problems. Wondering why, when the lady knows I'm sick and on my period, would she ask me to walk to a a store. oh, plus it's freaking 6:30 am. I couldn't sleep because I can't breath out my nose, and my throat feels like someone set it on fire.

All in all, I was in a bad mood.

'Wellllll, maybe it'll do me good to get some fresh air. Yup yup, I could use this, now where's my sweats?'

I fish out the most comfortable clothing, put it on, slip my jacket on as well as some shoes.

I walk outside, but the weird thing is .. as soon as I step out into the open air, I can feel someone watching me. But whatever was watching me was ...different. It didn't have the same feeling as other people, there was something odd about it. But it was a person ..I think. I just couldn't place my finger on it.

'What the hell? I moved here 2 days ago without talking to anyone, so how is someone watching me?' I thought. I turn around, I look to the trees, and I could have swore I saw a flash of gold. I pause, 'Gold? Maybe jewelry or something,'

But it wasn't the average shade of gold, it was gold for sure, but it was ...different. Well, if it's jewelry then a person is most certainly watching me. I turn again, but this time I see nothing, and I'm thoroughly confused. So I just stop looking, 'I'm probably better off not knowing. Let's just hope I have an overactive imagination.'

I start my walk to the store, but still with the same feeling of someone watching me, I choose to ignore it. I walk into the market, get what I need and go to check it out.

I'm walking to the register, I see this guy, dark hair brown eyes. He's cute but just the average Joe.

Then I trip. I trip and I fall straight on my ass. Wanna know what I tripped over? Air. Because it's just me.

I huff, and mumble some colorful words while I try and ignore the pain shooting up my rear. But as I'm trying to get up, I hear laughter, I look up and it's that same guy I was looking at, pointing at me and laughing. I stand up to get a closer look at his face, and he's not cute at all. 'Pimple picker, pimple picker.' I chant that over and over again as I watch him leave.

I say some more colorful words, louder this time as I pay for my things. While I'm telling the cashier thankyou, I hear some sort of strangled cry. It sounded like the guy who was laughing at me, so I take my time going to see if I he's okay.

I walk out of the store, follow the strangled cry I hear again, and I somehow get to a park. I make a mental note that the park is close to the store. I take one look at the guy and crack up laughing. Somehow he got himself dangling 6 feet off the ground by his underwear being caught on a wooden bar holding some swings up.

I decide his underwear will snap eventually and just leave him there. I start walking and hear a "bitch" somewhere behind me. I just shrug, don't mess with a girl on her period.

I get back home, the feeling of someone watching me gone as I make my way back into my new house. I use the strips and cough drops, and go to my room to sleep. That watching me feeling comes over me again, so I shiver, close my windows, and close the blinds.

The feeling gone, I make my way to the bed, and fall prey to sleep easily.

I wake up around 8pm, groggy and disoriented. Still tired, but I try and shake it off.

I go downstairs, my mom's in the kitchen so I start a convo, with different motives of course.

"Hey mom. How was work ?"

"Hey sweety, and good. How's the cold?"

"It's fine, and mom, you know you're like the most beautiful lady in the world, right?"

She looks at me skeptically, so I continue.

"Such a good mother too, any teenager would be lucky to have you." I smile sweetly.

She got right to it.

"What do you want?"

I did too.

"Sooo ya know we just moved here, I shouldn't have to go to school yet."

"You're 16, a sophomore, you'll fit right in, you're going."

I give my best poker face. "But it's the middle of the school yeaaarrrrrr." I whined.

"It's October."

"I have a cold."

"It'll be gone my tomorrow."

I huffed, she won.

She smiled in triumph, "You'll be fine, I love you sweety."

"Yeah yeah, love you too. Where's Sota?"

"His room."

I leave the kitchen then, going to my little brothers room and peering in.

He greets me, "Hey sleepy head."

I grin. "Hey kiddo. Whatcha up to?"

"Ps3."

I roll my eyes, "Of course. Where's Buyo?"

"Under my bed."

I leave the convo at that, "I'm going to sleep, be good in school tomorrow."

"You too."

I roll my eyes once again, shut the door, and go to my room.

I sit on my bed and think about that feeling from earlier, how that asshole from the store suddenly got into a position like that in the park. Someone put him there, obviously. But who would have the strength? Why/how would someone stalk me, when I'm new to this entire country?

I think about those questions while I go to the bathroom and brush my teeth. I decide not to worry about it. I take a nice, long, hot, and 2 hour shower. I get out, brush and blow dry my hair, pick out my outfit for school tomorrow, and read. After a while I decide I've read enough for tonight, I check my alarm clock and see it's 11pm. I call it a night and go to sleep.