Weekend are always heck tack
Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha nor this storyline I DID NOT WRITE THIS
Why I have added an extra to the disclaimer this time is because these chapters will be exempts from a story my sister supposedly wrote.
I hate Sundays. Sunday is the day that people go to church with their families. It's kind of silent quiet in a sense. It's not absolute silence, but it seems not as busy as other days. It's like when you get up in the morning and you can sense it.
In the morning my mom she wakes up early and takes a shower. She always yells at me to get dressed and come to church with her. She always argues with me that church is important. I remember when my dad used to get up earlier then mom does now. He would always wear a suit and it had to be perfect. He didn't believe in setting his things out the night before, no he always liked his suits to be freshly pressed when he wore them.
I always picked out his tie it didn't matter if it matched or not, my dad would still wear it anyway. That was the special thing I guess you could say that was what me dad and me had. I was his little girl and no one could take that away. But last year that all changed when my dad had been in a head on collision (car wrack) When he got to the hospital my dad had lived but had not survived the night. He had internal bleeding and bled to death.
That's when I guess you could say I stopped believing in God. God had failed me. He wasn't supposed to do that. So I stopped believing. Since that day fate had taken a new course for my life.
My mom I guess as she says to our family she is 'giving me the best home she can.' Well bringing home every guy she meets in the hopes that he will marry her and become a "father figure" to me. So it's not exactly the best home.
"Kagome are you finally going to come to your senses and come to church with me?"
"You wish I would. I don't know how you can even act religious knowing what you do!"
I snapped at her. As always my mom is getting that flushed look on her face. I stood there in annoyance as I watched her face fill up like a pitcher of kool-aid. But like always she was armed and ready with a 'comeback'.
"Don't you judge me little girl!"
My mom comes right towards me and smacks me right in my face. Immediately I reacted back.
"Why are you always hitting me Mama!?"
I shouted feeling the burn left from my Mama's hand. I continued none the less.
"You always get mad cause I'm telling the truth!"
My Mama stood back, and crossed her arms and huffed out,
"Fine! Do what you want! I don't care."
For a moment I stood there shocked.
"Go on I know your just gonna go run off with that boy anyway."
I didn't say nothing just turned my head and walked out the room.
"Whatever."
Was what I left her with. I guess Mama would definitely be the person to never understand that a boy and a girl could just be friends, without their being something going on.
Sure Inuyasha was a pretty good looking guy. He was tall and dark. Dark haired ruffled up at the top of his head. He was one of those people who had a perfect tan all year. Something that I truly envied about him. Unlike me with my light skin. It did turn a good color in the summer but would fade just as soon as it came.
It was because of this that I was often mistaken to be Asian instead of Mexican. I mean all it really took was for my name to be called and you could say that I had a pretty average Japanese name. I mean come on who the hell would name their Mexican kid Kagome? My mom was the one who I got the Japanese from, I don't hate her for it, I just think my name's weird.
I remember always year after year, the teacher would call out "Kagome Garcia" depending on my mood I would say present. But if I was really unenthusiastic I would just say "Here" or raise my hand.
I hear a door, a car door close loud enough to hear but not loud enough for a slam. I watch as my Mother pulls out of the driveway in her green Mustang. It was a gift for her birthday from my father. My mother had always wanted a sports car but never wanted to buy one when she was younger because of reasons I will never understand.
I'll just say that money was not the problem. I can see her face some what through the winder and her expression looks hurt. Now I feel bad for talking back. Even though she slapped me she only did it to get my attention because I wouldn't have listened to her otherwise. I realize that she does the best that she can and that she is only human. Maybe next week I will go to church with my Mother……..
A/N: So what did you think? Any similarities between my sister's writing and mine? No I never did copy off her work when I wrote my own stories, it's just they say no matter how different sometimes siblings will do shared hobbies which in this case is writing in the same way. I had to edit it a little of course to fit the Inu/Kag story line but other then that it's almost purely hers (except it was a little difficult to decipher where paragraphs and quotations ended and such)