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Sorry in advance for the horrid grammar or spelling (though I'm sure there aren't many).

Okay so read. I just KNOW no one will like it. But i hope people comment. Opinions are welcome.

And you feel that if this is the last time you're going to see your best-friend, you figure you should say something to please her, you don't want her going to heaven all upset and aggravated. So I keep my mouth shut and gaze around the room. The cream colored walls are pale and drab, with some of the paint chipping. The gray carpet looks ok. And the chandelier above me in the center of the room is the only thing that has life in this room.

I think maybe if I had been there it would have turned out differently. Maybe it would be me instead of her, because at least people don't know who I am, so what does it matter if I drop dead. Except that's not how things happened. I think about what people do up in heaven and what Sango's probably doing right now. I know she got up there, she's not perfect, but she deserved to be up there, or wherever she is. I wonder if she has met my dad yet or if she picking out her room, or if she's trying to talk to me and tell me something. I listen closely, but I don't hear anything. Well, it doesn't matter Sango's having fun and that's all that matters.

The sermon isn't that long, or maybe I wasn't paying attention for most of it. I keep hoping that maybe she's not dead, and it's all some horrible joke. But this joke is getting old and I wish someone would come out already, but someplace deep inside I know she's gone forever. Forever is such a long time. I hope that Santa will bring Sango back, because I've been good all year. Except Santa's not real, but it's okay to keep a strand of hope. I hope the afterlife is cooler than here, and if it is maybe I'll go and visit Sango.

At home Sango isn't waiting for like I was hoping she would but I do see a bunch of memories I would rather forget. I hate life, just when it starts to get good, it throws you a curve ball like this. I thought God loved everyone.

School starts way too soon. And I can't find a place to hide, not that I need one, no one seems to notice me anyway. But it would make me feel better if I did. I eat lunch in the library and sometimes I help Ms. Uemura, the librarian.

It's odd, I never thought I'd be starting senior without my partner in crime, but whatever. It had always been just Sango and me, together until the end, but I guess I'm on my own from here on out. Alone. A day goes by pretty slow when you've got no one to make you laugh. I think maybe I can start anew, but I'm too cranky to even try, but you know no one else is trying so why should I? Or maybe I'm too shy is there even a difference?

The day ends with a relief followed by grief, but by now I don't care. I'm too tired, too lonely, too anything to care about the remaining billion days of school left. I think maybe college will be better, but I won't know anyone there either. I wish more than ever I could change back the hands of time. Does that even make sense? But I want to do it anyway; 'cause living life was always Sango's thing. I just went along and enjoyed the ride. Now the ride was out of order.

Going home seemed like the last thing I wanted to do. My legs were hurting, and it felt like the park was calling my name. With nowhere else to go I headed toward the park. No one was there and I was glad. The wind slightly pushed the swing and a memory came flooding back.

"Kagome, look at how high I can go. WHEEEE!!"

"You should stop you could get hurt"

"Aw, try it with me. Please!!"

"… …" "I dunno"

"It's harmless, trust me"

And I did. It was hard not to. She seemed so carefree, and I wanted to be like that too. Without a care in the world. I mounted the creaky swing and pushed myself, going higher and higher, until I was going just as high as Sango. I felt like I could touch the sky.

"Sango, if I let go will I touch the sky?"

"I don't know. Maybe."

"Wouldn't it be cool if you could see your mom and dad again, and I could see my dad?"

"Yeah, it would. I wonder what they're doing. You think they miss us?"

"…. Yes, definitely"

"I suppose so…"

The swinging slowed down and we were quiet, and my memory slowly faded away, along with a piece of my heart.

I walk over to the swings. It's small, only 4 swings compared to the 12 swings on the other side of the park, but me and Sango always liked this side better. It's small and cozy and you knew exactly where everything is. I sat down on the swing and looked up toward the sky. It was blue, with about 8 clouds. As the wind blew on my face I started to push myself going higher and higher. I thought that if I went high enough, I would be able to see everyone: Sango, Dad, everybody. But no matter how high I went the sky was always just out of reach.

I gave up. I guess it wasn't my time to see Sango yet. But I still didn't want to go home. Instead I thought about Sango and imagined what Sango would be telling me right now.

" It's destiny, no matter how it happened, this was the way things were supposed to be"

I blinked. That's not what I wanted to hear, all this destiny bullshit. If this was destiny's idea of a good time, I wanted to kick destiny's head up her butt.

"Life isn't fair"

I whispered.

" I know"

My head jerked up and I saw Inuyasha Tashio. It was hard not to know who he was, half brother of international business tycoon Sesshomaru. I couldn't help but wonder what he was doing here. He was in my homeroom, and was always around Kouga and Miroku.

" Don't you want to know why I'm here?"

"It's a free world"

It was quiet for a while, and the sky started getting darker. This was my final farewell to Sango.

"Goodbye"

I whispered

It's lonely being by yourself, I haven't felt this way in a while, not even when my grandmother, Kaedae, died. Sango had always been there for me.

I jump off the swings and pause. Inuyasha wasn't there anymore. I sigh and start walking home. The setting sun doesn't look as beautiful as I remember it. The moon looks prettier.

When I walk into my house everything is quiet. I walk up the stairs make a right, walk past the bathroom and open the door to my room. My white walls were just as they'd been when I left this morning. I stare at the bulletin above my bed. In the middle was an envelope I had taped up there last night. It had been in Sango's room, but it said my name on it. I hadn't opened it yet.

I took my I-pod from my pocket and placed it in its dock. I lay on my bed just staring at the wall. Before I know it I'm sleeping.

I hadn't slept for long before the doorbell rang. I looked at the time 6:43; I had to start dinner soon. I walked out of my room and down the stairs. The front door had never seemed so far. When I finally got there, I hesitated to open the door, but I did anyway. As I did I thought about how in the scary movies I'm always calling the girl who opens the door really dumb, but here I am. It's like a magnetic pull; I'll never call those girls stupid again.

Smiling at myself I finally open the door. And standing in front of me is the guy from the park. Odd. What was he doing here? More importantly how the hell did he know I lived here?

"You left this"

He said pointing to my book bag.

Wow, how had I forgotten that? I would have been screwed.

"UH, thanks"

I replied taking my book bag.

I closed the door, dropping the bag to the floor. I ran into the kitchen stumbling on the bag of rice.

"…Ow"

The phone started to ring and I pulled myself up, and walked over to the counter.

"Hello, Higarshi residence, Kagome speaking."

It's a horrible habit, but it my dad did it so…

"Kagome it's me"

"Osaka...?"

"Yes, listen I'm going to be late today. So can you pick up Souta for me?"

"Sure Osaka."

"Okay then. I'll see you later."

I placed the phone down onto its base. Opened the cabinet above my head and grabbed a bowl. I walked back to the entrance of the kitchen to get the rice. Then filled the bowl with rice. Finally when I had put the rice in the rice cooker to cook I went to the closet in the hallway left of the kitchen to get my raincoat. It had started to rain.

Outside was gray and bleak. I walked over to the garage, and pressed the password. Inside was dad's old Nissan that I sometimes used. I walked all the way to the back of the garage to the key rack. I looked at all the keys on there. Two were missing: mom's and Souta's. I had mine in my hands. I took the Nissans key off the rack and walked over to the car. I had cleaned it with Sango 2 weeks earlier.

I got in the car and started the engine. Souta's elementary school is 40 minutes away.

Driving on the freeway I thought about all those times when I was laughing with Sango on our way to the beach. It was frustrating, everything reminded me of her.

Turning left at exit 36N I also turned on the radio. The scenery was now passing houses and green trees. I know this neighborhood like the back of my hand. I could probably do it with my eyes closed, not that I would ever try. I turned right on Jericho and drove straight ahead ignoring all the things that reminded me of Sango: the ice cream shoppe on 67th and Merick, where I shared my sundae with Sango in the second grade, or the park right behind the elementary school where I'm picking Souta up.

I park the car right in front of the school, hoping I won't get a ticket. I'll only be in there for a few moments anyway.

Walking into the building I put my keys in my pocket and wiped my converses on the red carpet in the entry way of the school