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An Ice Princess Named Kagome
Chapter 1- On her way
One in front of the other, one step at a time, one foot in front of the other. As she walked slowly down the worn out concrete, her mind slowly drifted to her feet. Her creamy elongated legs were slowly moving at that deadly beat. As the autumn breeze gently blew her midnight hair, causing it to trail behind her, she zipped up her white Apple Bottoms jacket. As she stepped closer to her academy the wind subsequently picked up causing the fallen leaves to blow past her mellow face. She was almost there the broken gate of her fifty-year-old institution were slowly creaking in tune with the blowing wind.
The hallways were empty not a soul in site. There was that usual tangy scent of metal in the air and there was the faint cry of the looser that had gotten himself thrown into a locker. Which could only mean one thing. She was late. She walked past the muffled cry and made her way towards the office. It was an old run down room that wasn't even attached to the school. As she walked towards building she saw the same window with the rock that hadn't quite broken the window and pretty much gotten stuck there because some idiot didn't have enough strength to break the fragile glass. The door barely covered the hole that was cut out for the form, and the steps. What steps? The steps were just some cardboard cut out in the shape of stairs that had written on each step 'do not step on'. As she walked inside the hut, her eyes were drawn towards the large banner that read 'building under major construction' in neon orange letters. Graffiti was on every crevice of the inside. There were buckets and cups sprawled out on the rough landscape.
At the worn out desk was an old stubby woman with a rat like nose and a large hefty mole on her cheek. She was typing on the typewriter at her desk because the school was too damn poor they couldn't afford a single computer. "Name?" asked the woman in a scratchy voice. She slowly approached the desk, pulling her runty skirt down as she stepped over each bucket towards the desk. "Kagome Higurashi." She said. The woman turned her attention from the character and drifted her gaze down towards the broken cardboard box on the rough terrain. As she slowly pulled out a torn brown piece of paper she asked once again "What's your name again honey?" she must have some major case of altimer's seeing as she had just said her name no more than five sec. ago.
She opened the door to her 11th grade geography class all eyes turned her way, great just what she needed. Attention. Each beady eye following her every move until she seated herself in the ruptured chair. Soon the eyes fell back onto the pages of ancient history in front of them.
Lunch. The most enjoyable time of high-school adolescents. It was a time of gathering. You meet your friends, go out and eat, hang out then go back to class. But for our young character it was a much different time. A time for her to let her weeping blood cry freely from her creamy shin and drip of the razor's sharp blade to the brown soil beneath her school's uniform shoes. A forlorn drop fell onto her worn out school shoes. Having more on her mind than a drop of crimson blood on her shoe she cleaned her blade off and wrapped her wrist with tissue and covered her arm with her sweater sleeve.
There's chapter 1. I realy hope you enjoyed it.
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