Title: little miss sunshine
Rating: PG-13, T (WARNING: Rating may/may not go up. You have been warned!)
Summary: As her hope flickers, Kagome- the usually selfless and rational Kagome- wishes to become popular. But her empty words taken seriously with Hell, specifically by the Devil's advocate's assistant. May Hades have mercy on thee.
Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha, or am affiliated with any parties that do.
First person. Woot. I used to always write in first person. Now time to get back into that suddenly unfamiliar tune. First continuous story also. Pray that I actually continue and NOT GET BORED OF IT. It's sort of crack. Sort of. Kind of. Meh.
Oh and guys, THIS IS A FUN STORY. Not serious, so don't take Kagome or anyone else's views seriously. Laugh a little. For realz, yo. Just enjoy.
LITTLE MISS SUNSHINE
PART I
Prologue
The way I see it, high school is almost like Rome.
I know, I know. Rome wasn't built it a day. In fact, Haruyuka Day School was built in exactly one year, six months and fourteen days.
(Why would I know this? Perhaps because of my extended times at the Haruyuka library, but besides that point-)
It's basically like those gladiator games, really. The scared/imprisoned/hopeless gladiators (ahem, moi) are thrown into the coliseum filled with jeering and wild fanatics with awkward and useless armour as the emperor (or more likely empress) and their committee unleashes a band of lions on these gladiators.
Most of the time they die.
In high school, you socially die.
Which is- if I may say- much, much worse.
This realization came to as I was getting up from my biology class, gathering my books and lingering at the back of the crowd, only for a gaggle of track team boys to slam the door in my face (voluntary or not, I would not know.)
Ouch.
Even the teacher left.
I stared at the door, only my eyes and up showing from the window. I felt the immense discomfiture and semi-angriness bubble up for about half a minute, letting my manicured nails dig into the spine of my binder before wrenching the door up, attempting to hold myself high as I began to stroll back into my lockers, praying to not see those track team boys, no matter how good they looked in track shorts (honestly, mmmph.).
Obviously, somebody would be eating lunch in the library today.
Oh, like every other damn day. But it's cool. Chou-sama is a nice old lady, really.
Augh, goddamnit.