Hey, Y'all! This is my first story! i wanted to do drama, but at the same time, something different. I'm sick of the whole Inuyasha/Kikyou/Kagome love triangle. I wanted to do a story with complex antagonists and protagonists. I didn't want to paint the bad guys in completely bad light and boost the main character like most stories do. I want imperfect main characters that have stories. Hopefully, I can accomplish that with this fanfic.
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Kagome's POV
Baby, don't let me down. I got a lot going on right now, and I need you to hold me ... Janine Foster's voice flowed delicately from my iPhone XR. With sleep still in my eyes, I slid my fingers left to right to shut off my alarm all while glancing at the time. Dang, it's 6:15. Time to get up. Uggghhh. I scowled. My white toenails glowed in the dark as I paced to the bathroom with my phone in tow. I tossed it on the bathroom counter. While in the process of stripping out of my pale yellow tank top and gray yoga pants and hopping into the shower, I thought about all the chaos in my life.
Born as Kagome Audrey Higurashi, I am the youngest child of Akira Yakamora and Andrea Higurashi. Yes, this is where it gets interesting. Notice they have different last names. My parents divorced when I was 9. My mom walked in on my dad and his lover in their OWN bedroom. There's was so much yelling. Then, it got quiet, and the next thing I knew, mom came in telling me and my sister to pack our stuff. It's seemed like she would never get over him especially when the judge gave him custody of my sister. She cried so much that I began to think that tears were a permanent part of her face. However, it's been 9 years since that tragedy. She appears to be fine, but I believe otherwise.
Speaking of my older sister, her name is Rin Akemi Yakamora. She was born a few minutes before me. Yes, we are twins. Fraternal twins. However, there is hardly any resemblance between us, so I believe us to be sisters. The only thing we share is mom's hair color. She has bone straight black hair that cascades to her back with glittering hazel eyes and ivory skin. Her figure can be compared to a perfect, modelesque toothpick. She looks just like our mother. However, I have a glossy, black mass of wave/curls that falls to my elbows with sapphire eyes and tan skin. I am a spitting image of our father except for my hair color. He has striking blonde locs. My figure is that of a pear. I have wide hips and a small waist and shoulders but my chest is perky yet small B cups. It have always been one of my insecurities. I try to look on the bright side knowing that i don't have to wear a bra 24/7 but still. Well, now that I'm done describing our differences, let's get to the conflict.
As you know, Rin moved in with dad. Well, to be put in layman's terms, Akira Yakamora is a cunning, ruthless businessman. He will stop at nothing to get what he wants even if it means manipulating his own daughter, and he did just that. He told my sister that mom is a good-for-nothing gold digger, and when I refused to stay with them, she began to feel that I abandoned her which made her hate me also. All of my attempts at reasoning with her had been in vain but-
I was drawn out of my reminiscing when the cold water hit me. I hopped back out of the shower and glanced at my phone on my counter. 7:05!? Damn. I only have 35 minutes to pick out an outfit, get dressed and eat! Hurriedly, I went to my closet and picked out a cropped band tee that would show off my gold belly piercing with a dark washed denim skirt and sneakers. I quickly put on my Suave anti-perspiration and baby oil mixed with cocoa butter. I put in my belly piercing and threw on my clothing. I let my curls hang down today. I then grabbed my phone and ran downstairs. Glancing at again, I mentally noted that it was 7:38. 2 more minutes. I swiftly walked into the kitchen and saw pop tarts already waiting on me. I bit into it. Strawberry, my favorite. Man, I love that woman. I ran up to her and gave her a kiss. "Thanks. Love you, mom! Bye!" "Love you, too. Sweetie, be careful." "I will!" On that note, I ran into the living room and grabbed my yellow tote and tossed it on my shoulder like a purse. I grabbed my phone and checked the time. 7:40. As on cue, I heard a loud horn. I peeped out the window and saw a red Mustang convertible. Smiling, I ran outside and hopped into the car.
"Armani! baby! What's good?!" I smirked holding back a grin. That's her middle name.
"Hey, Audrey!" And that's mine.
I laughed at my best friend, Kagura Takahemi. Ever since she learned of my middle name last summer, she couldn't help but let it roll off her tongue constantly. I've been friends with her since 2nd grade. Funny thing is we hated each other's guts at first, but now she's like my sister from another mister.
"Are you ready for senior year, Audrey?" She said with undisguised excitement.
"Sure, why not?" Her optimism rubbing off on me. I mean, what's the worst that can happen? Right?
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Cars littered the parking lot as we struggled to find a space. Honda. Ferrari. Hummer. Cadillac. AHA! A space! Right next to the door, too! Success!
"Park there!" I yelled unable to contain my excitement at not having to walk far. Yes. I'm lazy. I know. "Yes Ma'am." She quickly replied jokingly.
She slid smoothly into the parking space, and we got out of the Mustang. I pulled my skirts back up my hips because I hate how my pants tend to ease down when I sit.
"Bye, Carson. I'll see you later, baby." Kagura winked at her car.
I rolled my eyes. I don't understand why, but she named her car and named it Carson.
"Oh, hush up. Don't get mad because you don't have a car!" She retorted.
I didn't say anything back. Do you remember when I said 'What's the worst that could happen'? I was faking. Or lying to be more specific. As I said, my dad, Akira, is a businessman. Well, he owns Shikon High, and because he owns it, Rin believes she own it also.
What I mean is that she 'rules' the school. Her and her clique, that is. Her crew consists of Koga Taki, Kohaku Tazuka, Miroku Ling, Kikyou Zou. Koga, her boyfriend, is the captain of the basketball team and is known to be the reason why our school has won 4 state championships in a row. He's also an infamous player, and I'm not talking about a team player if you know what I mean. He's a senior. Miroku is the biggest pervert Shikon High has ever seen. He's always getting slapped for touching some random girl's butt. He's also a senior. Kohaku, all around sweet guy, is a football player and Sango's younger brother. He's a junior. However, I believe Koga and Miroku influences him too much. Kikyou was a promiscuous, yet easy-going girl. She only got into fights when girls approached her about sleeping with their boyfriends. Plus, there have been rumors about her sleeping with teachers for high grades. Observing how she acts, I would not be surprised if the rumors were true.
Talking about my sister caused me to forget to introduce MY friends. Well, you all know Kagura. There's also Ayame, Sango and...Sesshomaru. Before you all say it, I'll tell you guys. Yes, I do have a crush on Sesshomaru. I just find it so cliche of me to like best friend! Kagura say it's understandable for me to like him seeing how we grew up together, but I still feel like it's something out of a movie especially seeing how he's unaware of said crush.
"-aaagooomeee! You seriously think too much. Calm down. By the way, we're here." Kagura shouted in my ear finally catching my attention.
Already? I looked up to the intimidating entry doors of the school. Damn. I hardly had any time to prepare myself. I struggled with anxiety and depression ever since the incident. All the overthinking I do doesn't help much either.
"Are you okay?" Kagura questioned concerned.
"Of course!" I lied quickly to her and to myself. I can do this. I'm a rock. On that note, I walked in.
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A/N: Yes, I know. I've been gone away. My life was just really hectic. Also, I lost inspiration for writing. I even stopped reading fanfics. I guess I allowed myself to get sucked up into the extroverted world of boy drama and friendships. ._. Yeah, high school was rough asf. Luckily, I'm graduated now, and i'm back to my introverted self. I start college soon, but i'm on break rn. Anyways, y'all should really try the baby oil/cocoa butter mix after shaving. You'd smell AMAZING, and your skin would thank you. Anyways, please review. Ta-Ta.
