Of course, her computer had to shut down right at that moment, of all the moments it couldv'e picked. Her research project was probably deleted now that she couldn't save it. With a grimance, she stared at the flickering T.V. looking at some model representing a rather distasteful piece of clothing, a cheetah ripped skirt with a snake-scale strap around it. She was supposed to be working on her biology project due the very next day, but seeing that her computer wasn't going to work with reason, she settled on making a few cups of romen. She set down her coffee cup leaving rings on the table, and stood up after she heard a loud 'Beep!'. 'Why is she taking so unbelievably long?' She heaved a long sigh. Time simply wasn't on her side. Ever since she was a little girl, her mother was always on the run either going to an appointment, working, or trying on a pair of shoes that she really didn't need. She grew up in a small shrine with plenty of vibrant pottery and archways. Her mother didn't make nearly enough money to cover even half of the articles of clothing she had, nor the humongous plasma T.V., which is definitly a contributing factor as to why they are constantly in debt.
'-after the murder, the investagators have no further clues as to what happened to the parents. Some witnesses have claimed that the wife divorced the husband, while others believe she ran away. Mr. Jasaiko, what do you suggest happened to the wife?'
'Mr. Jasaiko, did you use to know Koshi when you were growing up?' a rather quizzical-looking blond woman asked, while pushing people out of the way to get a closer look at this Jasaiko guy.
'Now that you mention it, I-'
She watched the T.V. till there was nothing but a small dot showing on the screen and turned her attention to the loud 'Ding-Dong!', and hustled to the door. Her mother was leaning on the doorway carrying bags of groceries filled to the brim with vegetables, popcorn, and cleaning supplies. She noted that her mom had a two pairs of fuzzy pink slippers that she was praying wasn't for her.
"Could you be a dear and carry the groceries for me Kagome?" Ofcorse, when she put it like that, there really wasn't much choice in the matter. She sighed and put on her best fake smile hoping her mother wouldn't notice her dissatisfaction. She staggered forward to recieve the grocieries, while looking at a very strained mother.
"Sure..." She dropped the groceries on the counter for her mother as Souta plummeted through the kitchen, rocketing right onto her mother and squeezing her stomach. Somehow, her mother seemed to just grin and bear it, though Souta seemed unaware to his mother's pain. 'As usual.'
"Mom! Why'd you take so long? Did you get me any snacks?" he impatiently asked, feet bouncing up and down on the concrete tiles. 'Oh give me a break..'
"Well, mommy's on a tight budget right now sweet-heart. How about next time?" She comprimised sweetly, her voice hinting there was no arguing in the situation.
"Well... I guess..." he mumbled, looking depressed with lack of T.V. stimulation, then sulkily trudging back to his room.
"Great! Now what do you want me to help you with Kagome?" she sweetly asked, her entire demeanor changing within the matter of a split second.
Kagome, who had busied herself with cleaning the dishes, looked up and answered on the top of her head, "Uh... Oh! Right! The computer shut down while I was doing my report."
"Well... I am so sorry dear. I think I'll just right a note to your teacher explaining how the computer shut down on you. I'll just call the Computer Repair Men to come down and fix it, Kay?"
"Okay." she answered nonchalantly, not really caring what happens as long as it gets fixed. Her feet scraped back and forth across the wooden aisle leading toward her dorm. She flipped the panels leading to her room, her favorite outfits scattered carelessly throughout the room. She crawled up onto her bed to get started on her report with a sheet of paper and pencil in hand. She continued through the sheet until she came across a question she couldn't answer. Her eyes zoomed idlely across the room and settled on the window.
Her flipflops scraped back and forth as she stared out into the open sky swirling peacefully in what seemed like a dance. Some of the little clouds reminded her of a train, while others appeared similar to a daisy or spring lilies. The shrine cat, buyo, fastened asleep on the porch balcony, with her claws dangeling lazily in the air. Moments later, the door bell rang loudly throughout the shrine, and two men came charging in covered head to toe with electrical equipment.
As the men slowly but carefully cut the wires one by one, she too, had gotten most of her report done. By the time when she was on her last question, her mother called her downstairs to come and eat. She lifted her head longingly for the smell of her mom's cooking drifting across the doorway.
