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Welcome to my newest fic. I hope you enjoy it because I worked rather hard on it! Really! I hope that the amount of time I took shows! I apologise for any spelling errors, I did proof read it, but some miss spellings may have slipped... Anyways, I really do hope you like it.
Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha or any of those characters. Poor me, I just get attacked by demon helicopters. Its a sad existance, but somebody has to have it!
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Title: Dark Chocolate
Chapter 1: Mr.Grape Juice, and the "Daddy Dearests"
Let me just explain... This story is going to be told through the eyes of 16 year old Higurashi, Kagome (for the most part... There maybe some other POV's... but for now it's just Kagome). Anyways... The first part is narrorated by me lovely self just to give you a breif over-view... I hope you like my fic!!!
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The world was now a stranger, a friend that had moved away for years and only just returned a completely different person, a person you aren't quite sure you want to know anymore. After her fathers death in the previous year, her mother just wasn't the same... She stuttered when she spoke, and was having trouble with her job, and on top of this, the bills were begining to pile up. Depression is a sad thing, especially when it effects those you love. Her little brother, in mourning for his lost father, had changed for the worse... Though he was only at the young age of 12, he had already found himself in a bad crowed.
Kagome, well, she had just stoped speaking... Ok, lets rephrase that, she spoke, but only when nessisary, only when spoken to, and it was NEVER, EVER in regards to her emotions, she didn't talk about her father's death. And that was just that. 16 year old Kagome just liked to keep to herself.
School life for Kagome Higurashi had changed drastically with her new entourage of beliefs. The once she once caller her "friends" were now just another group of people that she couldn't relate with. She now thought of them as "Not understanding," "Too quick to judge", "Self obsorbed bitches with no concern for anyone but them selves." Kagome was lost to herself. She took on a new way of treating them, full of sarcasm and cynicism. They just didn't know her anymore, so they stayed away.
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Kagome sat at her desk, staring at the book she was supposed to be studying from. Her mother timidly knocked on the door and creaked it open.
"Honey?" She asked, as if she was unsure of her daughter's clear presance.
Kagome didn't look up at all from her book, she wasn't reading it, but instead she focused on the white trails that formed around each of the words as they ran up and down the page. "What?" she asked in her monotoness voice.
"Honey, I-I... Well, yo-you know I have been seeing tha-that doctor, right?" Her mother stuttered, she had been like this her husband had died. It was like she lost all of her self assurence.
"What about it?" Kagome was still intently studying the white spaces between the words in her text book. 'I wonder if she is trying to get me to talk?' Kagome wondered to herself.
"Well, Honey, sh-she seems to th-think that I, or r-rather w-we, we would be better off i-if, well..." she paused, this was hard for her. Talking to Kagome was never an easy task, now anyways.
Kagome looked up at her mother, she looked at her worn face, and her eyes that seemed to sink back into her head, like they wanted to get away from the world, her mother looked sad and lost. Kagome sighed and raised an eyebrow to entice her to continue...If it was something so improtant that her mother had to take *this* long to spit it out, it must be something big, or at least worth the raising of an eyebrow.
'Be strong, Sekeshi (don't know the mother's real name... so this shall have to do), she is your daughter, you can do this, just tell her!' Kagome's mother thought to herself. "Well, Kagome, sweety, she thinks it would be best if we...moved" she said "moved" slowly, not liking the way what she said sound.
"So," Kagome said looking back at her book,"We are just going to pack up and move? Just like that? Because some random person thinks we should? Gee, that sounds like a plan." Though she was being sarrcastic, her voice still carried the uncaring monotonus sound.
"No n-not ju-just anywhere, Kagome, sh-she thinks that it would be best i-if we moved in w-with your grandfather, a-at the shrine. We are going to be moving in a couple weeks. I-I just wanted you to know..." she started to leave.
"Fine," Kagome said slightly stern as she slammed her book closed. "Have fun telling Sota."
~~~Kag's Story Begins~~~
Sota, he had a hard time dealing with our father's death. He stopped doing well in school, he stopped being polite, he really, really, changed. Even though he is only 12, he fell into a bad crowd. A real bad crowd. This is why mom hates talking to him, he makes things so hard for her. I know I am not the model daughter, but at least I don't act like him. And anyways, what the hell is the point of us moving? To forget dad? Never! I refuse! I will not let go of him! NO ONE can make me. Don't worry dad, though mom my want to phase you out, I won't forget you, no, you can count on me.
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2 weeks later, we were all packed up. A lot of our stuff will be going into storege, mom said that storege was cheaper than a house, so that is why we are moving in with Grandfather. Gramps has a lot of empty rooms at his house at the Higurashi shrine. Sota, mom, and I will all be getting our own rooms... Mom even got a cat. Fine with me just so long as I am not stuck with litter duty. I am not *that* fond of animals, they have never done any good to me. The only good thing about this cat, which we have dubbed 'Buyo', is the fact that Gramps loaths it with a passion. At least now he has something to live for, he can pretend he is chasing one of his fictional demons or something when he goes after that... startlingly large, furball.
So, Gramp's house isn't that bad, but I mean, still, I am not fond of the whole "Moving" idea. Sure, my friends ditched me after my dad died, claiming I had "changed". Some friends, huh? But still, the thought of me going to a new school and becoming, once again, the out-casted-freak, well, it isn't entirely pleasant, as I am sure you realize. Oh well, this is my life. Welcome.
The Shrine is kind of big... Well, not the shrine its self, but the land, Gramps owns himself quite a considerable amount of land. Its really pretty here, I have even found a lovely little spot for myself, by a tree that Gramps calls the "God Tree", there is a legend and everything about it. It hasn't bloomed for a few hundred years, and there is this one place on it where bark refuses to grow. Gramps hasn't told me the story yet, he was about to, but then Sota made his grand appearence... And well, lets just say, some bad stuff happened. Yeah, so while they were arguing I just to a little trip to my tree. It was beautiful for a tree without blossems, though, this time of year, not many trees flower. Yeah. Anyways... I like life at the Shrine ok, I just, I don't know. Am confused.
I woke up, can't sleep, I need to... I need to do... something. So, I wrote, it came to me in my sleep, I just let the words flow from my fingers... It felt great!
Fumbling in the darkness,
Trying to find the light,
Wondering why nothing
Ever comes out right.
Lost in the mind,
Trying to find,
Purpose in this life,
A way to escape the struggle and strife,
Got to get away,
Got to run away,
No hope for tomorrow,
Have to steal another day.
Shunned, unwanted, wandering the streets,
Being looked down upon by everyone they meet.
Don't know what to do,
Don't know what to say,
There's got to be another way.
A smile tugged at the corner of my mouth at the site of what I wrote, Me, I wrote this! I love how the words link together so well. I love my pen, and my paper. They are the only real friends I need. I love this, I should write more often. I can keep it all to myself, no one else will ever lay eyes on my work. I will take care in making sure that stays so. I wonder what my mother would do if she saw it? Another "Oh, thats nice dear"? I don't think so. She wouldn't understand, no one would. I don't expect them to.
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I took a really good look at my mother today. It seems like she loses a bit more of her beauty everyday. My mother was a really beautiful woman at one point, father's death really drained her. She is greiving both physically and mentally. I can't help but feel sad for her, but then, we are all sufering here, aren't we?
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School starts today, oh joy. Can't you see my broad smile? Didn't think so. HaHa, sarcassum, gotta love it. Anyways, school. Yeah, I usually do well in school. Literature, Language, Math, History... Yeah, I don't mind school in the acedemic sense much, it is more the 'social scene' that bothers me, for me, school works out just fine being a sectators sport. I don't mind sitting on the side lines that much. Makes things easier that way, can't get hurt.
Buyo. Is. Huge. I honestly didn't think cats could get that fat and still be able to move around! Oh well, you learn something new everyday, I guess. Anyways, the little, or rather, inexplicably huge fur-ball is begining to grow on me... And another plus... Grampa still hates him. Go Buyo! I have to admit, its kind of funny watching him chase the poor cat around with the broom... It is amazing how fast that cat can move! It must weigh about 20lbs, but he can always out manuver Gramps... Then again... Gramps isn't exactly in top physical condition, now is he? That must be the explanation as to how Buyo always gets away unscaved by the trecherous broom.
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School? They should call this place 'Skoule' for all the idiots that I have to deal with. It is plain luticris!!! I swear, I am surrounded by idiots and ingreats... Just great. I think Buyo would fit in well here, like him, almost everyone of the schools, or shall I say 'Skoule's' inhabitences has the IQ of a rotting tree stump. I am getting a few looks for sitting alone in the corner, my writing, most likely, isn't helping the situation, but you know what? I really don't care! Anyways, lets get to the point... Why I am so pissed. Well, it all started when I got up this morning, and continued when some asshole poured water on me seat before I sat down. Not being one to take things sitting down (pardon the pun), I returned the favor... Except I used grape juice instead. So now the guy as a big purple stain on his ass, while I just have a wet mark that is easily covered with my sweater. Was that a little harsh? I don't think so, he had no business doing that to a new student, I should hope he thinks twice about taunting a "defenceless new kid". Besides, his friends seemed to get a kick out of it. One even attempted to give me a "High 5", but I informed him that I have forbade myself to do them after I left the 5th grade... Don't think I scored any social point there, but then, I am not really playing, am I? So yeah, I have the following class schedual...
(Bear with me here, these are going to be American courses seeing as those are the only school systems I am fermiliar with)
1. Art
2. Adv. Lit.5/6
3. History
4. Biology
LUNCH
5. Algebra 2
6. Creative Writing
Well, there you go. Mr. Grape Juice & Pals appear to be in my History class AND Bio. Mr. Grape Juice is in my Creative Writing class, and some of his Pals are in my Algebra 2 class, lucky me. Adv. Lit. contains the group I have dubbed the "Daddy Dearests", just because the only way they could possibly have gotten into an advanced class was to have their, undoubtedly rich, fathers pay for it. I can just see them now, all innocent looking and sayin,"Daddy Dearest?". Those people make me sick. All the do is use and exploit people. And I believe the I am their newest target. They informed me between class that "It looks good to help out the new student, we think you should hang out with us, we can make you *Somebody!*" You should have heard the way they said "*Somebody*", it was like they said,"We can make you *A star*" or something to that affect. Anyways, I looked them in the face and said,"Oh, how sweet, but unfortunatly I don't plan on being anybodies "good semeritaine" project. So, if you'll excuse me, I'll just be on me way." As I left I heard them mumbling something about "She'll be back". Damn, these girls just wont take a hint... Here they come now.
"Your name's Kagome, right?" the one I assumed was the leader asked me. 'Ding, ding... We have a winner, somebody get this girly a prize!'
"Yeah... And how can I help you... What was your name again?" I asked all too innocently.
"Kikyou," She said, looking rather proud of herself, like she had just communicated with an alien or something... I wonder what she would do if I said 'Boo!'
"Well, Kikyo, how may I help you?" It was dripping with sarcasm, but well, of course, she didn't seem to sense it... This must be one of those girls that NOBODY refuses... I am honored to be the first.
"Well, we would like you to sit with us, then we can go through some clothing catalogs I have, you know... Find you some *nice* clothes. What you're wearing, though it may have been acceptable at your old school, just doesn't cut it here." Yeah, real sweet ain't she?
"Oh, I am so obliged, but you see, umm... I really must be going now.. I hear that there is a convention for the 'poorly dressed' that I am running late to." Truely, sarcasm is a wonderful thing, it takes something that would have normally been me insulting myself, and turns it into me making fun of their soon-to-be insults. Its a great form of reverse psychology.
"If you don't come with us, well then, I am afraid you will completely blow your chances of being in *our* group... You want to fit in don't you?" Her voice was milking and smooth, masking what I am sure to be a rather poisonus venom.
"I am sorry."I said indifferently as I turned and walked away. I could feel their angry glares on my back. I wont even pretend she wont try to get back at me. She seems to be one of those people that always gets the last laugh... But you know what I say? "He (or she) who laughs last, doesn't get the joke." But really, I don't see anything funny here, do you?
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I thought that was an appropriate place to end the chapter, didn't you? Ok, well, I hope you liked it! And even if you didn't, just leave me a review to let me know!!! Kay? lalala... The demon helicopters are at it again... They just don't seem to want to leave me alone!!!
Tootles~
Welcome to my newest fic. I hope you enjoy it because I worked rather hard on it! Really! I hope that the amount of time I took shows! I apologise for any spelling errors, I did proof read it, but some miss spellings may have slipped... Anyways, I really do hope you like it.
Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha or any of those characters. Poor me, I just get attacked by demon helicopters. Its a sad existance, but somebody has to have it!
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Title: Dark Chocolate
Chapter 1: Mr.Grape Juice, and the "Daddy Dearests"
Let me just explain... This story is going to be told through the eyes of 16 year old Higurashi, Kagome (for the most part... There maybe some other POV's... but for now it's just Kagome). Anyways... The first part is narrorated by me lovely self just to give you a breif over-view... I hope you like my fic!!!
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The world was now a stranger, a friend that had moved away for years and only just returned a completely different person, a person you aren't quite sure you want to know anymore. After her fathers death in the previous year, her mother just wasn't the same... She stuttered when she spoke, and was having trouble with her job, and on top of this, the bills were begining to pile up. Depression is a sad thing, especially when it effects those you love. Her little brother, in mourning for his lost father, had changed for the worse... Though he was only at the young age of 12, he had already found himself in a bad crowed.
Kagome, well, she had just stoped speaking... Ok, lets rephrase that, she spoke, but only when nessisary, only when spoken to, and it was NEVER, EVER in regards to her emotions, she didn't talk about her father's death. And that was just that. 16 year old Kagome just liked to keep to herself.
School life for Kagome Higurashi had changed drastically with her new entourage of beliefs. The once she once caller her "friends" were now just another group of people that she couldn't relate with. She now thought of them as "Not understanding," "Too quick to judge", "Self obsorbed bitches with no concern for anyone but them selves." Kagome was lost to herself. She took on a new way of treating them, full of sarcasm and cynicism. They just didn't know her anymore, so they stayed away.
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Kagome sat at her desk, staring at the book she was supposed to be studying from. Her mother timidly knocked on the door and creaked it open.
"Honey?" She asked, as if she was unsure of her daughter's clear presance.
Kagome didn't look up at all from her book, she wasn't reading it, but instead she focused on the white trails that formed around each of the words as they ran up and down the page. "What?" she asked in her monotoness voice.
"Honey, I-I... Well, yo-you know I have been seeing tha-that doctor, right?" Her mother stuttered, she had been like this her husband had died. It was like she lost all of her self assurence.
"What about it?" Kagome was still intently studying the white spaces between the words in her text book. 'I wonder if she is trying to get me to talk?' Kagome wondered to herself.
"Well, Honey, sh-she seems to th-think that I, or r-rather w-we, we would be better off i-if, well..." she paused, this was hard for her. Talking to Kagome was never an easy task, now anyways.
Kagome looked up at her mother, she looked at her worn face, and her eyes that seemed to sink back into her head, like they wanted to get away from the world, her mother looked sad and lost. Kagome sighed and raised an eyebrow to entice her to continue...If it was something so improtant that her mother had to take *this* long to spit it out, it must be something big, or at least worth the raising of an eyebrow.
'Be strong, Sekeshi (don't know the mother's real name... so this shall have to do), she is your daughter, you can do this, just tell her!' Kagome's mother thought to herself. "Well, Kagome, sweety, she thinks it would be best if we...moved" she said "moved" slowly, not liking the way what she said sound.
"So," Kagome said looking back at her book,"We are just going to pack up and move? Just like that? Because some random person thinks we should? Gee, that sounds like a plan." Though she was being sarrcastic, her voice still carried the uncaring monotonus sound.
"No n-not ju-just anywhere, Kagome, sh-she thinks that it would be best i-if we moved in w-with your grandfather, a-at the shrine. We are going to be moving in a couple weeks. I-I just wanted you to know..." she started to leave.
"Fine," Kagome said slightly stern as she slammed her book closed. "Have fun telling Sota."
~~~Kag's Story Begins~~~
Sota, he had a hard time dealing with our father's death. He stopped doing well in school, he stopped being polite, he really, really, changed. Even though he is only 12, he fell into a bad crowd. A real bad crowd. This is why mom hates talking to him, he makes things so hard for her. I know I am not the model daughter, but at least I don't act like him. And anyways, what the hell is the point of us moving? To forget dad? Never! I refuse! I will not let go of him! NO ONE can make me. Don't worry dad, though mom my want to phase you out, I won't forget you, no, you can count on me.
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2 weeks later, we were all packed up. A lot of our stuff will be going into storege, mom said that storege was cheaper than a house, so that is why we are moving in with Grandfather. Gramps has a lot of empty rooms at his house at the Higurashi shrine. Sota, mom, and I will all be getting our own rooms... Mom even got a cat. Fine with me just so long as I am not stuck with litter duty. I am not *that* fond of animals, they have never done any good to me. The only good thing about this cat, which we have dubbed 'Buyo', is the fact that Gramps loaths it with a passion. At least now he has something to live for, he can pretend he is chasing one of his fictional demons or something when he goes after that... startlingly large, furball.
So, Gramp's house isn't that bad, but I mean, still, I am not fond of the whole "Moving" idea. Sure, my friends ditched me after my dad died, claiming I had "changed". Some friends, huh? But still, the thought of me going to a new school and becoming, once again, the out-casted-freak, well, it isn't entirely pleasant, as I am sure you realize. Oh well, this is my life. Welcome.
The Shrine is kind of big... Well, not the shrine its self, but the land, Gramps owns himself quite a considerable amount of land. Its really pretty here, I have even found a lovely little spot for myself, by a tree that Gramps calls the "God Tree", there is a legend and everything about it. It hasn't bloomed for a few hundred years, and there is this one place on it where bark refuses to grow. Gramps hasn't told me the story yet, he was about to, but then Sota made his grand appearence... And well, lets just say, some bad stuff happened. Yeah, so while they were arguing I just to a little trip to my tree. It was beautiful for a tree without blossems, though, this time of year, not many trees flower. Yeah. Anyways... I like life at the Shrine ok, I just, I don't know. Am confused.
I woke up, can't sleep, I need to... I need to do... something. So, I wrote, it came to me in my sleep, I just let the words flow from my fingers... It felt great!
Fumbling in the darkness,
Trying to find the light,
Wondering why nothing
Ever comes out right.
Lost in the mind,
Trying to find,
Purpose in this life,
A way to escape the struggle and strife,
Got to get away,
Got to run away,
No hope for tomorrow,
Have to steal another day.
Shunned, unwanted, wandering the streets,
Being looked down upon by everyone they meet.
Don't know what to do,
Don't know what to say,
There's got to be another way.
A smile tugged at the corner of my mouth at the site of what I wrote, Me, I wrote this! I love how the words link together so well. I love my pen, and my paper. They are the only real friends I need. I love this, I should write more often. I can keep it all to myself, no one else will ever lay eyes on my work. I will take care in making sure that stays so. I wonder what my mother would do if she saw it? Another "Oh, thats nice dear"? I don't think so. She wouldn't understand, no one would. I don't expect them to.
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I took a really good look at my mother today. It seems like she loses a bit more of her beauty everyday. My mother was a really beautiful woman at one point, father's death really drained her. She is greiving both physically and mentally. I can't help but feel sad for her, but then, we are all sufering here, aren't we?
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School starts today, oh joy. Can't you see my broad smile? Didn't think so. HaHa, sarcassum, gotta love it. Anyways, school. Yeah, I usually do well in school. Literature, Language, Math, History... Yeah, I don't mind school in the acedemic sense much, it is more the 'social scene' that bothers me, for me, school works out just fine being a sectators sport. I don't mind sitting on the side lines that much. Makes things easier that way, can't get hurt.
Buyo. Is. Huge. I honestly didn't think cats could get that fat and still be able to move around! Oh well, you learn something new everyday, I guess. Anyways, the little, or rather, inexplicably huge fur-ball is begining to grow on me... And another plus... Grampa still hates him. Go Buyo! I have to admit, its kind of funny watching him chase the poor cat around with the broom... It is amazing how fast that cat can move! It must weigh about 20lbs, but he can always out manuver Gramps... Then again... Gramps isn't exactly in top physical condition, now is he? That must be the explanation as to how Buyo always gets away unscaved by the trecherous broom.
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School? They should call this place 'Skoule' for all the idiots that I have to deal with. It is plain luticris!!! I swear, I am surrounded by idiots and ingreats... Just great. I think Buyo would fit in well here, like him, almost everyone of the schools, or shall I say 'Skoule's' inhabitences has the IQ of a rotting tree stump. I am getting a few looks for sitting alone in the corner, my writing, most likely, isn't helping the situation, but you know what? I really don't care! Anyways, lets get to the point... Why I am so pissed. Well, it all started when I got up this morning, and continued when some asshole poured water on me seat before I sat down. Not being one to take things sitting down (pardon the pun), I returned the favor... Except I used grape juice instead. So now the guy as a big purple stain on his ass, while I just have a wet mark that is easily covered with my sweater. Was that a little harsh? I don't think so, he had no business doing that to a new student, I should hope he thinks twice about taunting a "defenceless new kid". Besides, his friends seemed to get a kick out of it. One even attempted to give me a "High 5", but I informed him that I have forbade myself to do them after I left the 5th grade... Don't think I scored any social point there, but then, I am not really playing, am I? So yeah, I have the following class schedual...
(Bear with me here, these are going to be American courses seeing as those are the only school systems I am fermiliar with)
1. Art
2. Adv. Lit.5/6
3. History
4. Biology
LUNCH
5. Algebra 2
6. Creative Writing
Well, there you go. Mr. Grape Juice & Pals appear to be in my History class AND Bio. Mr. Grape Juice is in my Creative Writing class, and some of his Pals are in my Algebra 2 class, lucky me. Adv. Lit. contains the group I have dubbed the "Daddy Dearests", just because the only way they could possibly have gotten into an advanced class was to have their, undoubtedly rich, fathers pay for it. I can just see them now, all innocent looking and sayin,"Daddy Dearest?". Those people make me sick. All the do is use and exploit people. And I believe the I am their newest target. They informed me between class that "It looks good to help out the new student, we think you should hang out with us, we can make you *Somebody!*" You should have heard the way they said "*Somebody*", it was like they said,"We can make you *A star*" or something to that affect. Anyways, I looked them in the face and said,"Oh, how sweet, but unfortunatly I don't plan on being anybodies "good semeritaine" project. So, if you'll excuse me, I'll just be on me way." As I left I heard them mumbling something about "She'll be back". Damn, these girls just wont take a hint... Here they come now.
"Your name's Kagome, right?" the one I assumed was the leader asked me. 'Ding, ding... We have a winner, somebody get this girly a prize!'
"Yeah... And how can I help you... What was your name again?" I asked all too innocently.
"Kikyou," She said, looking rather proud of herself, like she had just communicated with an alien or something... I wonder what she would do if I said 'Boo!'
"Well, Kikyo, how may I help you?" It was dripping with sarcasm, but well, of course, she didn't seem to sense it... This must be one of those girls that NOBODY refuses... I am honored to be the first.
"Well, we would like you to sit with us, then we can go through some clothing catalogs I have, you know... Find you some *nice* clothes. What you're wearing, though it may have been acceptable at your old school, just doesn't cut it here." Yeah, real sweet ain't she?
"Oh, I am so obliged, but you see, umm... I really must be going now.. I hear that there is a convention for the 'poorly dressed' that I am running late to." Truely, sarcasm is a wonderful thing, it takes something that would have normally been me insulting myself, and turns it into me making fun of their soon-to-be insults. Its a great form of reverse psychology.
"If you don't come with us, well then, I am afraid you will completely blow your chances of being in *our* group... You want to fit in don't you?" Her voice was milking and smooth, masking what I am sure to be a rather poisonus venom.
"I am sorry."I said indifferently as I turned and walked away. I could feel their angry glares on my back. I wont even pretend she wont try to get back at me. She seems to be one of those people that always gets the last laugh... But you know what I say? "He (or she) who laughs last, doesn't get the joke." But really, I don't see anything funny here, do you?
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I thought that was an appropriate place to end the chapter, didn't you? Ok, well, I hope you liked it! And even if you didn't, just leave me a review to let me know!!! Kay? lalala... The demon helicopters are at it again... They just don't seem to want to leave me alone!!!
Tootles~