To begin with this story, I guess you have to begin to weeks beofre the incident happened. Who am I? What importance does my story have? Everyting to me! My name is Kagome Higurashi, and I am here to tell you be careful what you wish for.
Be careful what you wish for. Those words had always sounded like something people made up to stop malicious thoughts. It's a true saying thoguh. You have to be careful what you wish for or it may come ture. My life was dramatically changed the day my wish came true. A day that I will always remember. The day that part of my heart was taken.
It was two weeks before Novermber 22, 2002. My father had been mad at me, and I was confined to my room. This was a hard time for a 12 year old sixth grader. My father shouldn't have been so harsh. I needn't be locked up in my room. If only he'd go aways. I wil always remember that wish with much regret.
November 22, 2002 started out as an nomral day would. My brither Souta had gotten into a big fight iwth my father on the way to school. Mom had already gone to work on that day. She went to work early so that she could pick us up after school. I walked ito my classroom. My teacher Mrs. Keade was sitting at her desk. She was patiently awaiting school to start. My friends Samgo and Ayami were sitting next to me. Inuyasha, Koga,and Miroku were sitting up a head of us. Inuyasha and me had been enemies since first grade.
School went on uneventfully until about 1:00 p.m. Mrs. Ayumi, the school secretary, walked into the room and said I would be leaving. No one would tell my why. My uncle came to pick Souta and me up from school. We immediatley started to bombard him with questions. He said he'd tell us in the car.
When we got into Uncle's care he told us that our dad had a heart attack, and was in the hospital. That's all he knew, so we ended up going to his house. Our cousins were too young to be in school, so we played with them. It was almost 3 before it was time for us to go home.
Uncle took us home. He was talking to one of his friends. We were too anxious to get home, and learn what had happened to even listen to their conversaton. The man looked us, a sad look on his face. I didn't get what it meant until I got home.
Uncle began to walk with us into the house, but our other uncle had stopped him. Our mother was in the living room. Her eyes were red and swollen. Tears were pouring from her eyes. She hugged us and whispered the horrible. life changing words that I will never forget,"Kids, you're father is dead.
This is a true story. In fact I have based the character Kagome on myself. If this makes you not want to read it I am sorry. Please tell me waht you thought of my story.
ttyl,
Dani