Yeah! First chapter, first story...deep breath...I know the idea has been done ( I hope not to death...) but I am writing a story with my favorite characters using my daydreams etc to I don't really care if it's been done before. ;) Anyway...Kagome is going to a new school, one that lets her really be herself, and with other people that are more like her. But she's not so sure if she'll be as good as the other people there, after all they are all there because they are talented at the same things. Will an encounter with our favorite silver-haired half-demon make things worse, or better?
I don't own Inuyasha, or any of the characters. On with the story!
"Damn it!" Kagome cursed under her breath as she tripped on an uneven spot in the sidewalk.
With the grace of a drunk she stumbled and landed in a heap on the ground. Groaning she got to her feet. The days were becoming unbearable quickly, this most recent occurrence just made today worse. With growing agitation she noted the dirt that coated her school uniform, and there were ugly tears in her knee socks.
"Stupid fuc-" she began to curse again, but she never finished, a car went speeding by through a puddle and covering her in day old puddle water.
Kagome was now so stunned and enraged that she could not speak. Her mouth opened but nothing came out. She looked like a goldfish. After a few moments she managed to regain control of her body and continue on her way home in a state of grim acceptance.
"I'm cursed." She said with a shrug, running a hand through her wet hair, sending a fresh shower of cold water down her back.
She was only a block away form her house but Kagome wondered if she would even make it home. The weight of her backpack threatened to drive her into the ground for a second time. It seemed that she had an unreasonable amount of homework so early in the year. Kagome just supposed that her school started early in everything. She was only a week into her senior year, but that was two weeks earlier than most schools started in the area.
It didn't matter that her year started early, and therefore gave her more time to wait until she could finally be free. She had been suffering through senioritis since she was a sophomore. The atmosphere didn't help her at all.
It was your average high school, and therefore, hell. For someone passionate about art and literature it was a complete letdown. Every year the football team got more money, and the drama club and art department had to get along without as much as the year before. The English curriculum was always the same. Grammar, and books that she could have read in elementary school. They never did creative writing, and the history courses consisted of the same information every year, and the only way to learn about a country other than the United States was to take a computer course during your study halls, or on your own time at home.
Kagome had become lost in her thoughts and now realized with a start that she had finally reached her house. She dashed up the stairs, pausing long enough on the porch to slip off her sodden shoes to air dry, before walking through the front door. She went straight across the living room, her damp socks leaving footprints on the hardwood floors. She managed to drag herself up the first bit of stairs, but had to stop on the small landing. She was wet, cold, and tired so she opted to drop her bag and come back for it later. The black and limegreen bag made a soft thud, and a faint squish. Kagome grimaced and said a silent prayer, hoping that her school supplies were not ruined.
After she caught her breath she went up the rest of the stairs. After that she dragged herself down the hall to her bedroom. She shut the door behind her and leaned on the wall. She sagged a little, finally giving her muscles a rest.
"I need a car." She muttered to herself as she made her way across her room to the adjoining bathroom. Without a moment's hesitation she took off her wet school uniform and slipped in the shower. The hot water hitting her skin was a relief after how chilled she had become walking home in her damp clothes. She took a quick shower, nothing intense, just enough to warm herself up. With a deep sigh she wrapped herself in a fresh, clean towel and flopped onto her bed, not bothering to change into new clothes just yet. Her eyelids drooped a bit as she looked at the walls of her room. It had taken her a few years, but she had built up an enormous collection of posters. Her favorite movies, and bands helped bring the space life and cover up the bland white walls. She was tracing the lines of the poster on the opposite wall and slowly drifting off when her mothers voice broke her trance.
"Kagome!"
"Agh." She turned over and buried her face in her pillow.
"Kagome get down here now! I know you're out of the shower."
"What did I do now? This day couldn't possibly get any worse."
Kagome slid from her bed and dressed in a pair of jeans and a t-shirt before dashing down the stairs, pulling her wet black hair into a ponytail. She slowed herself at the bottom of the stairs, dreading what she might find waiting with her mother in the kitchen. She peeked around the corner and sure enough her mother was seated with her back to the doorway, silently, a piece of paper clutched in her hand. What could it be? It was far too early in the school year for any progress report, she could not be failing a class already.
"Come in dear." She was caught, so she was forced to go in.
Kagome sat down at the table opposite her mother, sliding into her seat slowly, not daring to look up at her mother yet. She clutched her seat with both hands, holding her breath, waiting for the storm. But nothing happened. She took a deep breath, gathered her courage, then looked up into her mother's face. She didn't look angry at all. In fact, Kagome was shocked to find that her mother was crying.
"Mom what is it?" Her voice rose to a dangerously high pitch as she threw herself out of her chair.
"You got in." Her mother said smiling through her tears.
"What?" Kagome stopped not comprehending, then it hit her.
"I got in?" She whispered.
Her mother nodded, a few more tears slid down her face, but she laughed nonetheless. With a cry of jubilation Kagome threw herself into her mother's arms. Things were finally starting to go her way. She had finally been accepted to the school of her dreams.
Shikon Academy. A private school upstate that actually specialized in the arts. No football teams to steal the money from the kind of education that people like Kagome craved.
"The year starts next Monday. We can use the rest of the week to shop and pack. You did it kiddo, I'm so proud of you."
Kagome was itching to go upstairs and pack, anxious to get started with her new life, but at the same time she was terrified to leave the protection of her mother's arms. It had not hit her until this moment. That was what this was, getting accepted to Shikon High wasn't just a dream anymore, it was real. She would be leaving her mother, Sota, Grandpa, and all of her friends. Then all of her fears followed in a wave that took her breath away. There was an empty feeling deep in the pit of her stomach. She buried her face in her mothers shoulder, taking a deep calming breath. Her mothers perfume tickled her nose and she thought of her childhood.
A young Kagome playing the yard, her mother grabbed her around her tiny waist and swung her into the air. The feel of the wind on her face, her hair flying around her. Then she came back down and her mother was holding her, pressing her safely against her warm body. Kagome remembered the first day of kindergarten, and how she had cried at the thought of being taken away from her mother. She had survived then too. This was just the next stage in her life. Without knowing it Kagome's mother helped her accept this new fear and conquer it.
"I'm going to go start packing, I don't want to do it all at one time." Kagome moved away from her mother. "You'll be ok?"
"Of course. I'll start dinner."
With that Kagome began to prepare for her new life. She dragged a few larger suitcases out of the basement and up the three flights of stairs from there to her bedroom. Unfortunately she had not remembered to wet backpack and was still sitting on the landing. As her foot caught the strap she knew would not manage to stay upright. The bulk of the luggage she was carrying were her inevitable demise. She teetered for a moment, grim determination on her face. But in the end she leaned to far one way, and down she went. A string of nasty curses to follow.
"Stupid piece of shit!" She enunciated the last word as loud as she could, shoving the green, wheeled case off of her torso.
After putting the backpack on and loading the other bags into her arms, which were slowly becoming more and more strained, she went to rest away up the flight of stairs.
Where do you begin to take apart your life? How do you pack it up and take it with you? Kagome could only ask herself these questions as she stood in the doorway of her bedroom. She stared at the walls around her noting all of her possessions. Every time she decided what needed to be packed there was tiny pain in her stomach, not as severe as the nerves she'd had earlier. It made her emotional putting away her thing, putting them out of sight.
When she finally stopped for the day she was exhausted. She ate her dinner in silence, then snuck upstairs to bed. She crawled under her covers. She curled into a tiny ball and stared at the pictured on her bedside table. She would wait until the last minute to pack those. Pictures of her friends, and of her family. Those would give her strength in the coming days.
She tried not to think too much of what life at Shikon would be like, she didn't want to get her hopes up. Things were almost never how you pictured them so she tried to keep her mind clear, and see the school for what it was. In the time before she fell asleep drifted between sheer excitement, and nervousness. In the end she slept, and dreamt of a young Kagome laughing and playing with her young friends at kindergarten, and woke feeling peaceful and refreshed, even though she didn't know why.
All right, there it is! First chapter. Sorry if it was boring, but it is the first chapter after all. Tell me what you think. :)