~~Author's Notes

Lola: hey everyone I got a new idea for a story and here I am making a new story!

Ed: yeah you haven't even updated for your other stories.......its been what? a month!

Lola: that's right I'll work on them, after this one but I have to get the idea written down before I lose it....

Ed: *coughs* you already have lost it.....

Lola: shaddup!

Ed: well don't forget to review!

Lola: hope you enjoy that story!

Lola & Ed: TAtA!

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Title: Crayola

Chapter: prologe, The trouble with Kain.

~*!and now for our main attraction!*~

Kain: short, purple hair, hazel eyes, sharp face, full lips, moon pale skin, and a mischievous look in her eyes.

When she was in the fourth grade she dyed her hair periwinkle and gave her mother a couple more gray hairs, and her father

something to think about. She of course thought of her hair as a trade mark a way for her to be remembered by her peers.

She had always given her parents something to do, chase her, apologize for her (it wasn't her falt that she had clipped

Mrs. Yogemaya's prized rose down to the ground), listen to her give detailed stories of the boxing matches she started at

school, and of course everyday, scrub at her purple hair hoping the dye would come out or at least fade. In other words

Kain was a little hand full when she was young, and now still even if she is a fifteen year old girl.

Some people say teenagers are suppose to be like drama queens and be lots of trouble, but does that mean that if you

were always trouble, that you'd mellow down, or worse become even more trouble! Well in our case its neither because there

was no possible way for Kain to become anymore trouble or get in any more trouble than she was. Kain's mother Sango and her

father Miroku were like to zoo keepers of some wild beast that once let lose was to be dragged back by police or by angry

teachers. It not that she meant to be trouble it was just her nature, that's what Sango told her self every night before she

drifted into dream-land.