Prologue
Dull and tedious...
Boring...
Exciting...
Understandable!
Confusing?
Too long, too short, too tiresome, too awe-inspiringly inspirational and educational.
Too convivial, too reserved, too lived, too ignored.
So many feelings toward a single noun.
There were those who praised her for her efforts, for the power she bestowed upon them and the advantage she gave to them over those whom had before laughed and jeered at them- them being those empowered and mighty by the rearing this mother gave freely and lovingly, yet strictly and unyielding.
Then, there were those who rebuked her, this mothering figure of nurturing and welcoming serenity- peaceful in all aspects of life. These were the ones that took for granted her open arms and shining eyes, saying she was the devil in disguise who sought to ruin their lives by consuming time with lengthy lectures and rare reccesses.
Which was right about her was only answered in the eyes of the beholder, in the mind, the opinion- the same opinion structured by others and truly not their own- of the person gazing at her.
Was she loving and supportive and who made the world go round, or, in the case of most, unimportant and indescribably overwhelming and the source of all young-life problems?
She was, in the case of two individuals, a haven, a home away from home, a universal warp in the rupturing lives they lived, a friendly isolation that both held them to and away from the sharp sting of the ever-unrelenting truth known to all as reality.
She was Mother School, and Mother School smiled on these two individuals that returned her feelings.
However, this story is most definitely not of these 'two individuals', but of us- Inuyasha Himitsu and Kagome Higurashi.
This is our story of Young Mother School, Old Father Knowledge, pesky Little Sister Love, annoying Big Brother Hate, Yelping Pup Fate, and Presistant Cat Curiosity.
Oh, and, of course, we can't forget our free flying feathered Bird Friendship.
None of this would have worked if there were no wings to set everything into flight and settle us in peace on our own little heavenly cloud numbered seventeen.
Yes, seventeen...
And seventeen is where we'll start.
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A/N: This has to be my oddest and most confusing prologue. Some of you may understand it, though I doubt many will. Perhaps it will finally dawn on you -the meaning of this chapter, I mean- as you continue to read if this intro hasn't successfully scared you away. : )
Anyway, I will be posting the next chapter soon, so check in tomorrow, k?
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