Another house. How many times would they move? How many jobs would he go through, only to be fired again? These questions and many more ran through her mind, and young Kagome knew there were no sure answers. How many schools would she go through before she graduated? Granted she was only seven years old, but she had already been in more schools than most army brats. She looked up from beside her family's car, and took in her new home. It wasn't bad, a one story brick house with about three acres of land. She could see the top of what looked to be a very tall tree towards the back of the property, something she would have to investigate later. Right now, she had to worry about unloading her stuff. Her father wasn't a patient man, and if someone was going too slow for his liking he could get very loud. She didn't want the neighbors hearing, so she quickly started grabbing her boxes and bags.
As she entered the house, she saw it had a nice sized living room, and the kitchen was connected and open so the two rooms seemed like one. There was a small dining room, then it led into a long hallway. Her room was the first one on the right, with her bathroom right across the hall. Her mother and fathers room was at the end of the hall, with a third room meant to be an office in between. Her room was decently sized, of course everything was for show. No one would know the horrors that would go on behind these walls and doors. It had been the same everywhere else, why would here be any different.
For a seven year old, Kagome was more perceptive than most her age. She could see through people, through the fake smiles and hollow words. Maybe it was because she was a miko, or maybe it was because her own parents were fakes. Either way, she knew when people weren't being honest. No matter if they were demon or human. And if anyone knew the type of man her father was, they never said anything, or how much of a whore her mother was. It didn't matter, Kagome knew that her chances of surviving to adulthood were slim. She had lost count of how many times she had been hospitalized, of course it was always for other things than the truth. "She just fell out of a tree." "She must've been sleep walking and ran into the bookshelf." "She so clumsy sometimes." Whatever the excuse was, it was never so simple. Here would be no different, things never changed, only the surroundings.
Ok, this is the newest thing I'm working on. A little prequel that I got a request to do by KairaB. I hope this lives up to your expectations ;)
Something else, I've written ahead on this so hopefully I will be able to update once a day on this one. Unlike my others where I'm having severe writers block! I know where I want the others to go, but I can't seem to get them there...quite irritating if I do say so myself. Anyway, hope everyone likes this!