Disclaimer: Standard disclaimer goes here
Oh, and if any of the circumstances and/or characters appear similar to Christopher Pikes' trilogy 'The Graduation'.....well, that's because they were probably stolen! Okay, let's get the story started!
Chapter one
In Which Sango Beats The Clock
Sango sighed in frustration as she entered the meeting room (and/or large abandoned janitor's closet) only to hear her council arguing.
"OKAY!" She exclaimed loudly, slamming the door----every member of the council froze and stared up at her. She smiled smugly before walking to her spot at the head of the table. "I am here to put an end to the confusion all of you have so thoughtfully caused."
Being Senior Class President was a lot of work, but she wouldn't trade it for anything.
Kikyo, Sango's vice president, gave an indignant snort.
Okay, so she would trade it if it meant getting rid of Kikyo once and for all.
"I doubt YOU could figure out something that would please everyone, Sango." Kikyo stated, crossing her arms against her chest.
Kikyo was lovely, that's for sure----but she was......what's the word I'm looking for.......wrong in the head. Okay, so that's four words....shut up and let's get back to the story.
"Well, of course not," Sango replied, arching an eyebrow at her vice- president. "It is impossible to please *everyone*, so, I'm going to concentrate on making myself happy."
Suddenly, she felt someone grab her hand and hold it tight.
"Some of us could only dream of holding that position, Sango," the smooth voice of her advisor whispered in her ear.
Sango's right eye twitched as she elbowed the all time biggest flirt on the planet, neigh the universe, in the stomach. "I don't have time for this right now, Miroku!" She warned, picking up her gavel and glaring at the handsome young man. "I have to be out the door in nine minutes, so let's get this show on the road!"
All though she was desperately in love with the oh-so-flirtatious Miroku, Sango would rather die than show it. Having a relationship would only disrupt her career. After all, the future president of the WORLD could not be tied down by such meaningless emotions like lust----or love. Besides, Miroku wasn't the type of guy to keep a steady girlfriend----he tended to bounce around from girl to girl in a matter of days.
Men are pigs.
But....there was something different about Miroku.
They had made up the position of advisor for him. See, he, Kikyo, and Sango had been competing for the position of Senior Class President when halfway through it Miroku had come to her----saying he didn't want to race against her and would gladly step down so that she may become president and Kikyo vice president.
Sango was already winning by 217 votes....but it's the thought that counts. So----she had created a position for him on her council; of course she did this for completely selfish reasons. He had almost little or no work and was basically there to serve as Sango's eye candy. But----no one knew that except for Sango.
She slammed her gavel down on the table----looking very judicial as she sat up strait in her chair. She looked around at the nine pairs of eyes that looked up at her expectantly. Nine pairs.....that's eighteen eyes.
Sango shook her head in an attempt to focus more clearly at the task at hand. "Allrighty." She glanced at her watch, "I now have 8 minutes and 42 seconds to get this straightened out. First off," she tapped her gavel on her index finger as a way of counting off, "I refuse to have MY senior homecoming dance in that dingy old gym."
That statement, as to be expected, caused an uproar. Six out of the nine people on her council immediately started telling her off.
Once they realized Sango was not listening to their pointless blabbering, the five stared at Kikyo (the 6th) expectantly.
Kikyo snorted again. "If you don't want it in the gym, where DO you want the dance? OUTSIDE?!"
Sango stared at her vice-president in shock for a minute.
"Well, I hadn't really thought about it----but that's a great idea! I've had my doubts about you Kikyo, but there must be a small, almost microscopic, brain in that thick skull of yours somewhere!" Sango exclaimed, a slight smile on her face.
Kikyo glared at her and gave another snort----which was really starting to get on Sango's nerves.
"I can see it now," Sango stated, sitting back in her chair while trying to ignore the harsh glaring she was receiving from the majority of her council, "our entire school dancing under the stars with our wonderful live band.....what was their name?" She snapped her finger's at Miroku who jumped up and started going through his papers in his clipboard.
"I.....uh...." he began rather nervously, still looking through the papers, "don't have that information." He looked up at her, giving her an almost pleading glance.
"What?" Sango snapped, sitting strait up again, "Well who does?"
Miroku once again went through his papers, "The band was the sophomore's department."
Sango's gaze immediately landed on the Sophomore President, Hitten, and the vice-President, Emi. They both began to twitch nervously.
"Well, Sango...." Emi began cautiously, "......you see......"
"The band got a better homecoming gig," Hitten finished. "We couldn't hold them with the money you gave us."
Sango sighed in frustration before turning to her treasurer. "Rocky," she began, snapping her fingers at him.
"It's Rock," The abnormally large senior corrected. It was no wonder where he got his name----he did look like a rock. And, he had the same I.Q. as one. Football players.....
"Whatever," Sango rolled her eyes. "How much money do we have in the treasurery?"
He looked down at his notebook. "5,690 dollars." He stated proudly.
"Wow," Sang said in an amazed tone, "that's more than I expected. How much did we spend for a band?"
"250," The Rock answered.
Sango smiled sweetly at the two sophomores. "Now I want you to take the first 250 we gave you, plus the 250 we are giving you now and GET A BAND!"
The two sophomores nodded vehemently, scribbling down something in their notebooks.
"Okay," Sango sighed, leaning back in her chair, "as I was saying----we hold the crowning ceremony and then we dance the night away under the stars and everybody's a winner--"
"And if it rains?" Hana, the freshman class president, interrupted.
Sango looked at her watch----six minutes and 27 seconds.
The junior class president, a.k.a. the one person Sango could stand, cleared her throat. "I went to my friend's wedding last summer--"
"Good for you," Kikyo interrupted in a very valley girl tone of voice.
"Anyway," Kagome began again, "she had this giant tent set up outside for the reception. It was huge! At least twice the size of the gym."
Sango nodded, a giant and genuine smile on her face. "I see what you're saying! We set up the tent so that we can still be outside but be protected from the rain! Kaggie, that's a great idea. I want you to call the tent people and see how much that's gonna run us for."
Kagome nodded and wrote down something in her notebook. Kagome was pretty and feisty, and had a decent head on her shoulders----which would make her a perfect predecessor for Sango.
"Well," Hojo, the junior class vice president, began quietly, "where are we gonna set up the tent? We really don't have too much outside room."
Sango shrugged nonchalantly. "We'll have it in the football field."
"FOOTBALL FIELD?!?!" Everyone except for Kagome and Miroku exclaimed.
5 minutes and 56 seconds.
"That sorta tent takes days to set up!" Hitten exclaimed. "That would interrupt the entire homecoming football game!"
Sango sighed again. "Then we just won't hold the dance on the traditional homecoming weekend."
"WHAT?!" The same seven exclaimed.
"I think it's a great idea," Kagome nodded, "not only will it be much more functional, but we'll be able to get bands at a cheaper rate."
"But," Kikyo panicked, "than it's not homecoming! It's just......coming!"
Everyone stared at her like she had grown a third eye for a moment before Sango shook her head. "Look, we'll hold the dance when our basketball team plays our rivals the...." She snapped her fingers at Miroku who immediately jumped to attention.
"Dolphins," he answered quickly.
"The dolphins," Sango finished. "What weekend is that game?"
4 minutes and 49 seconds.
"That's.....uh...." Miroku looked through his clipboard, "the first weekend in November."
Sango nodded. "Okay, we have a date set. The first weekend in November! And we have a place, the tent in the football field. And we'll have it after our big basketball game. And Sophomores, if I don't have a band by next week I will have to kill one of you."
She raised her gavel.
"WAIT!" Yura, the freshman vice president, exclaimed. "You can't just change everything like that!"
"OOH yes I can!" Sang answered rather loudly. "I have the power of the gavel! And with that power I can make our homecoming dance after the basketball game with our rivals in a tent on the football field on the first weekend of November and it's going to be the best homecoming ever AND THAT'S FINAL!"
She was about to slam her gavel on the table when Kagome's voice interrupted her.
"Rock! That's not 5,690 dollars!" Kagome exclaimed, "That's 569 dollars!"
Sango let out a disgruntled growl and slammed her gavel on the table. "Meeting adjourned!"
Everyone stood and began to gather their things as Sango almost ran out the door. "Miroku, come with me!"
"Yes, Madame Presidenté!" Miroku responded sarcastically, running to keep up with her as they headed to the parking lot----he had his clipboard in hand.
3 minutes and 58 seconds.
"Miroku," Sango began, "we need to come up with some money."
"I'm aware of that, Sango-"
"Then start throwing me some fundraising ideas!" Sango snapped.
"Oooh, you mean like a fun bake sale?" A sarcastic voice asked to her left.
Sango glanced at the owner of the voice, only to see Inuyasha walking next to her.
He had long, dark hair that normally flowed down past his waist----except today he had it pulled up in a pony tail. His fierce dark eyes seemed to shine amongst his gruff features----but Sango knew better.
This Inuyasha was a cover.
"Yasha!" Sango exclaimed happily, "that's a beautiful idea! Miroku, bake sale this weekend!"
"This weekend?!"
Sango nodded. "Yeah, we can sell them at the football game this Friday."
"But," Miroku tried to argue, "it's Wednesday! How are we suppose to get it ready by Friday?!"
Sango rolled her eyes.
3 minutes and 11 seconds.
"First," she began, "I want you to talk to the head-cheerleader Cassie. Ask her if she'll get some of the squad to make some signs and put them up around school grounds----she likes doing that sort of thing. Then, I want you to talk to that lunch lady who bakes......what's her name? BERTHA! You may have to charm her, but she should help you bake."
"Charm is my middle na----HELP BAKE?!" Miroku choked.
Sango nodded. "Yes, and YOU are going to help her."
"But....I've never baked before!" Miroku protested.
"Well, maybe Yasha will help you." Sango shrugged, finally entering the parking lot. "And ask Kagome----I'm sure she wouldn't mine helping you two out."
"Who?" Inuyasha asked, but was ignored.
1 minute and 23 seconds.
"Also, I want you to get the word out about the new homecoming. Have Kikyo, Rocky, and Hojo make up some signs and flyers and tell them to sell the originality of it."
"His name is *Rock*."
"Whatever. Anyway, I am currently coming up with a float design, and I want you to call up some of the large companies around town and see if they would be willing to sponsor a float."
"Floats?" Miroku questioned, scribbling down something on his clipboard.
Sango nodded. "I'm thinking all the homecoming princesses and princes can ride in on a big castle float and into the middle of the tent before they're crowned."
58 seconds.
She smiled when she reached her green BMW Beetle and quickly opened the driver's door. "I'll call you later with the details."
She slid into her seat.
"Happy baking!" She smiled before starting the car's engine.
"Wait!" Miroku called desperately, "why are you in such a hurry?"
He held on to the open door, so that Sango couldn't leave without taking him too, and looked down at her worriedly.
She sighed again. "Today," she whispered, grabbing a hold of the door handle, "is my little brother's surgery."
She slammed the door, almost creaming Miroku, and sped down the road.
27 seconds.
"I am *good*," Sango praised herself as she sped faster down the road.
A/N: So there's the first chapter! Tell me what you think, but in a very gentle manner please----since this is my first post. Oh, and please forgive any grammatical and/or spelling errors.
I know that some of you must be wondering, 'How come Inuyasha and Kagome together only got like five lines?!' Well, that's because I had to set up Sango first. Some of you are also probably saying, 'There was NO romance!' Well, this was just the first chapter. Don't worry, there will be. And there will be a LOT more of Inuyasha and Kagome. ^_^
So, review!
Oh, and if any of the circumstances and/or characters appear similar to Christopher Pikes' trilogy 'The Graduation'.....well, that's because they were probably stolen! Okay, let's get the story started!
Chapter one
In Which Sango Beats The Clock
Sango sighed in frustration as she entered the meeting room (and/or large abandoned janitor's closet) only to hear her council arguing.
"OKAY!" She exclaimed loudly, slamming the door----every member of the council froze and stared up at her. She smiled smugly before walking to her spot at the head of the table. "I am here to put an end to the confusion all of you have so thoughtfully caused."
Being Senior Class President was a lot of work, but she wouldn't trade it for anything.
Kikyo, Sango's vice president, gave an indignant snort.
Okay, so she would trade it if it meant getting rid of Kikyo once and for all.
"I doubt YOU could figure out something that would please everyone, Sango." Kikyo stated, crossing her arms against her chest.
Kikyo was lovely, that's for sure----but she was......what's the word I'm looking for.......wrong in the head. Okay, so that's four words....shut up and let's get back to the story.
"Well, of course not," Sango replied, arching an eyebrow at her vice- president. "It is impossible to please *everyone*, so, I'm going to concentrate on making myself happy."
Suddenly, she felt someone grab her hand and hold it tight.
"Some of us could only dream of holding that position, Sango," the smooth voice of her advisor whispered in her ear.
Sango's right eye twitched as she elbowed the all time biggest flirt on the planet, neigh the universe, in the stomach. "I don't have time for this right now, Miroku!" She warned, picking up her gavel and glaring at the handsome young man. "I have to be out the door in nine minutes, so let's get this show on the road!"
All though she was desperately in love with the oh-so-flirtatious Miroku, Sango would rather die than show it. Having a relationship would only disrupt her career. After all, the future president of the WORLD could not be tied down by such meaningless emotions like lust----or love. Besides, Miroku wasn't the type of guy to keep a steady girlfriend----he tended to bounce around from girl to girl in a matter of days.
Men are pigs.
But....there was something different about Miroku.
They had made up the position of advisor for him. See, he, Kikyo, and Sango had been competing for the position of Senior Class President when halfway through it Miroku had come to her----saying he didn't want to race against her and would gladly step down so that she may become president and Kikyo vice president.
Sango was already winning by 217 votes....but it's the thought that counts. So----she had created a position for him on her council; of course she did this for completely selfish reasons. He had almost little or no work and was basically there to serve as Sango's eye candy. But----no one knew that except for Sango.
She slammed her gavel down on the table----looking very judicial as she sat up strait in her chair. She looked around at the nine pairs of eyes that looked up at her expectantly. Nine pairs.....that's eighteen eyes.
Sango shook her head in an attempt to focus more clearly at the task at hand. "Allrighty." She glanced at her watch, "I now have 8 minutes and 42 seconds to get this straightened out. First off," she tapped her gavel on her index finger as a way of counting off, "I refuse to have MY senior homecoming dance in that dingy old gym."
That statement, as to be expected, caused an uproar. Six out of the nine people on her council immediately started telling her off.
Once they realized Sango was not listening to their pointless blabbering, the five stared at Kikyo (the 6th) expectantly.
Kikyo snorted again. "If you don't want it in the gym, where DO you want the dance? OUTSIDE?!"
Sango stared at her vice-president in shock for a minute.
"Well, I hadn't really thought about it----but that's a great idea! I've had my doubts about you Kikyo, but there must be a small, almost microscopic, brain in that thick skull of yours somewhere!" Sango exclaimed, a slight smile on her face.
Kikyo glared at her and gave another snort----which was really starting to get on Sango's nerves.
"I can see it now," Sango stated, sitting back in her chair while trying to ignore the harsh glaring she was receiving from the majority of her council, "our entire school dancing under the stars with our wonderful live band.....what was their name?" She snapped her finger's at Miroku who jumped up and started going through his papers in his clipboard.
"I.....uh...." he began rather nervously, still looking through the papers, "don't have that information." He looked up at her, giving her an almost pleading glance.
"What?" Sango snapped, sitting strait up again, "Well who does?"
Miroku once again went through his papers, "The band was the sophomore's department."
Sango's gaze immediately landed on the Sophomore President, Hitten, and the vice-President, Emi. They both began to twitch nervously.
"Well, Sango...." Emi began cautiously, "......you see......"
"The band got a better homecoming gig," Hitten finished. "We couldn't hold them with the money you gave us."
Sango sighed in frustration before turning to her treasurer. "Rocky," she began, snapping her fingers at him.
"It's Rock," The abnormally large senior corrected. It was no wonder where he got his name----he did look like a rock. And, he had the same I.Q. as one. Football players.....
"Whatever," Sango rolled her eyes. "How much money do we have in the treasurery?"
He looked down at his notebook. "5,690 dollars." He stated proudly.
"Wow," Sang said in an amazed tone, "that's more than I expected. How much did we spend for a band?"
"250," The Rock answered.
Sango smiled sweetly at the two sophomores. "Now I want you to take the first 250 we gave you, plus the 250 we are giving you now and GET A BAND!"
The two sophomores nodded vehemently, scribbling down something in their notebooks.
"Okay," Sango sighed, leaning back in her chair, "as I was saying----we hold the crowning ceremony and then we dance the night away under the stars and everybody's a winner--"
"And if it rains?" Hana, the freshman class president, interrupted.
Sango looked at her watch----six minutes and 27 seconds.
The junior class president, a.k.a. the one person Sango could stand, cleared her throat. "I went to my friend's wedding last summer--"
"Good for you," Kikyo interrupted in a very valley girl tone of voice.
"Anyway," Kagome began again, "she had this giant tent set up outside for the reception. It was huge! At least twice the size of the gym."
Sango nodded, a giant and genuine smile on her face. "I see what you're saying! We set up the tent so that we can still be outside but be protected from the rain! Kaggie, that's a great idea. I want you to call the tent people and see how much that's gonna run us for."
Kagome nodded and wrote down something in her notebook. Kagome was pretty and feisty, and had a decent head on her shoulders----which would make her a perfect predecessor for Sango.
"Well," Hojo, the junior class vice president, began quietly, "where are we gonna set up the tent? We really don't have too much outside room."
Sango shrugged nonchalantly. "We'll have it in the football field."
"FOOTBALL FIELD?!?!" Everyone except for Kagome and Miroku exclaimed.
5 minutes and 56 seconds.
"That sorta tent takes days to set up!" Hitten exclaimed. "That would interrupt the entire homecoming football game!"
Sango sighed again. "Then we just won't hold the dance on the traditional homecoming weekend."
"WHAT?!" The same seven exclaimed.
"I think it's a great idea," Kagome nodded, "not only will it be much more functional, but we'll be able to get bands at a cheaper rate."
"But," Kikyo panicked, "than it's not homecoming! It's just......coming!"
Everyone stared at her like she had grown a third eye for a moment before Sango shook her head. "Look, we'll hold the dance when our basketball team plays our rivals the...." She snapped her fingers at Miroku who immediately jumped to attention.
"Dolphins," he answered quickly.
"The dolphins," Sango finished. "What weekend is that game?"
4 minutes and 49 seconds.
"That's.....uh...." Miroku looked through his clipboard, "the first weekend in November."
Sango nodded. "Okay, we have a date set. The first weekend in November! And we have a place, the tent in the football field. And we'll have it after our big basketball game. And Sophomores, if I don't have a band by next week I will have to kill one of you."
She raised her gavel.
"WAIT!" Yura, the freshman vice president, exclaimed. "You can't just change everything like that!"
"OOH yes I can!" Sang answered rather loudly. "I have the power of the gavel! And with that power I can make our homecoming dance after the basketball game with our rivals in a tent on the football field on the first weekend of November and it's going to be the best homecoming ever AND THAT'S FINAL!"
She was about to slam her gavel on the table when Kagome's voice interrupted her.
"Rock! That's not 5,690 dollars!" Kagome exclaimed, "That's 569 dollars!"
Sango let out a disgruntled growl and slammed her gavel on the table. "Meeting adjourned!"
Everyone stood and began to gather their things as Sango almost ran out the door. "Miroku, come with me!"
"Yes, Madame Presidenté!" Miroku responded sarcastically, running to keep up with her as they headed to the parking lot----he had his clipboard in hand.
3 minutes and 58 seconds.
"Miroku," Sango began, "we need to come up with some money."
"I'm aware of that, Sango-"
"Then start throwing me some fundraising ideas!" Sango snapped.
"Oooh, you mean like a fun bake sale?" A sarcastic voice asked to her left.
Sango glanced at the owner of the voice, only to see Inuyasha walking next to her.
He had long, dark hair that normally flowed down past his waist----except today he had it pulled up in a pony tail. His fierce dark eyes seemed to shine amongst his gruff features----but Sango knew better.
This Inuyasha was a cover.
"Yasha!" Sango exclaimed happily, "that's a beautiful idea! Miroku, bake sale this weekend!"
"This weekend?!"
Sango nodded. "Yeah, we can sell them at the football game this Friday."
"But," Miroku tried to argue, "it's Wednesday! How are we suppose to get it ready by Friday?!"
Sango rolled her eyes.
3 minutes and 11 seconds.
"First," she began, "I want you to talk to the head-cheerleader Cassie. Ask her if she'll get some of the squad to make some signs and put them up around school grounds----she likes doing that sort of thing. Then, I want you to talk to that lunch lady who bakes......what's her name? BERTHA! You may have to charm her, but she should help you bake."
"Charm is my middle na----HELP BAKE?!" Miroku choked.
Sango nodded. "Yes, and YOU are going to help her."
"But....I've never baked before!" Miroku protested.
"Well, maybe Yasha will help you." Sango shrugged, finally entering the parking lot. "And ask Kagome----I'm sure she wouldn't mine helping you two out."
"Who?" Inuyasha asked, but was ignored.
1 minute and 23 seconds.
"Also, I want you to get the word out about the new homecoming. Have Kikyo, Rocky, and Hojo make up some signs and flyers and tell them to sell the originality of it."
"His name is *Rock*."
"Whatever. Anyway, I am currently coming up with a float design, and I want you to call up some of the large companies around town and see if they would be willing to sponsor a float."
"Floats?" Miroku questioned, scribbling down something on his clipboard.
Sango nodded. "I'm thinking all the homecoming princesses and princes can ride in on a big castle float and into the middle of the tent before they're crowned."
58 seconds.
She smiled when she reached her green BMW Beetle and quickly opened the driver's door. "I'll call you later with the details."
She slid into her seat.
"Happy baking!" She smiled before starting the car's engine.
"Wait!" Miroku called desperately, "why are you in such a hurry?"
He held on to the open door, so that Sango couldn't leave without taking him too, and looked down at her worriedly.
She sighed again. "Today," she whispered, grabbing a hold of the door handle, "is my little brother's surgery."
She slammed the door, almost creaming Miroku, and sped down the road.
27 seconds.
"I am *good*," Sango praised herself as she sped faster down the road.
A/N: So there's the first chapter! Tell me what you think, but in a very gentle manner please----since this is my first post. Oh, and please forgive any grammatical and/or spelling errors.
I know that some of you must be wondering, 'How come Inuyasha and Kagome together only got like five lines?!' Well, that's because I had to set up Sango first. Some of you are also probably saying, 'There was NO romance!' Well, this was just the first chapter. Don't worry, there will be. And there will be a LOT more of Inuyasha and Kagome. ^_^
So, review!