Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha.

Author's Note: Ello! I am sooooooooooo tired right now! My legs are sore from climbing the stairs, my shoulders hurt from the backpack, and my heart was pounding so hard the whole time from anxiety and exercise. The only thing that could cause all this to me is . . . my first day of high school. And, to cool off, I uploaded this chapter. Hope you all like it.

Thanks to:

pyscho-pyro-shrink - The last part was the first thing that came to my head, and I had to write it down. It was funny to have someone think that over a phone call.

Diamond369 - You ain't the only who'd faint, trust me. I got a voice mail from some prank caller who just decided to breathe heavily into the phone. Rude . . .

Kaemorbish392 - I'm glad you like it! :D

Iabella48 - Thank you soooo much for doing that! You put a smile on my face. :)

XxTeepxX - Thanks for the comment, and the last part was my favorite, too.

inuyashafan93 - Here's the next chapter. I hope you enjoy reading it.

TheDarkDancer - You're right, the ending of chapter 2 was mysterious . . . I still haven't decided who the prank caller was . . . Eh, I'll figure it out later. My feet hurt.

Okey dokey, that part was done. Now on to the reading. CHARGE!!

Friday Morning

"Where am I?" Kagome asked aloud, her voice eching throughout the pitch-black area she was in. A spotlight shone brightly from an unknown place above her head.

"Kagome!" a voice screamed in the distance.

Kagome whirled around in the direction of the frightened voice, and frantically sprinted towards the source of the voice. She ran as fast as she could, feeling like her lungs were going to burst, but she couldn't make her body move fast enough.

Behind her, a pair of bloodshot scarlet eyes were silently stalking her, getting bigger and bigger as it got close to the running girl.

"Kagome!" the mysterious voice called again.

Kagome wasn't too sure about who she was trying to save, but she knew that this person was more precious to her than anything. Although the glaring eyes behind the miko looked quite deadly, the only thing that mattered to Kagome was, not her life, but the person in trouble that she cared for deeply.

"Kagome, wake up! We're gonna be late!"

"Huh?" Kagome said. Everything around her disappeared and there was a pale gray fog blurring her vision.

Kagome's chocolate eyes slowly opened to see Rin's smiling face only inches from hers.

"WAAAHHH!" Kagome screamed, falling off her bed. The bed sheets entangled her in a mess.

"It's about time you woke up!" a new voice exclaimed. Sitting in the rolling desk chair was Ayame wearing a white skirt and a black tank top overlapped with a white jacket.

Kagome sleepily sat up and untangled herself from the thin, white sheets. She looked at the neon green numbers on her alarm clock and scowled. Six-thirty was way too early. "Guys, it's six in the freakin' morning!" Kagome groaned as she slipped back under the covers.

"Rise and shine, girlfriend!" Sango chanted, pulling the pink bedspread off of her friend.

Kagome moaned and covered her face with a pillow. "Mmph mmay moo mmelay." Her voice was muffled through the fluffy pillow.

"What?" Sango asked, her hand gripping on the corner of the blanket.

"Mmph mmay moo mmelay!"

"You want to moo on the freeway?" Rin guessed. "Well, that won't happen unless you get up!"

"MMPH MMAY MOO MMELAY!"

Ayame sighed. "Make more sense and speak clearly, you sleepy head!" She snatched the pillow off of Kagome's messy bedhead.

"I said it's way too early!" Kagome shouted. She rubbed the sleep out of her eyes with frustration.

"Oh," Rin said, realizing the meaning of the muffled words.

"Hurry up, Kagome! The bus will be in the park in forty-five minutes!" Sango hurriedly said, patting her friend's leg to urge her to hurry.

"Crap!" Kagome flew out of bed and ran to her closet to grab an outfit. Then, she took a rushed shower as her friends grabbed her two rolling suitcases and took them downstairs.

In ten minutes, Kagome was running out of the shower, wearing a new pair of dark blue jeans and a red, short-sleeved blouse that complimented her curves. Right now, she was frantically searching for her hairbrush. "Hairbrush, hairbrush, hairbrush, hairbru- Aha!" She snatched the brush up and pulled it expertly through the various tangles in her blow-dried, wavy hair. It felt like a rushed morning routine when Kagome had to prepare for school. Thankfully, school was over, and she had a summer to enjoy. That is, if Shikon Camp wasn't torture compared to spending three months in a luxurious hotel in an American city jam-packed with magic, thrills, excitement, and adventure . . .

"Let's go, Kags," Sango called from the doorway. Like Kagome, Sango sported hip-hugging blue jeans and a short-sleeved shirt, except the blouse was black. "It's seven already!"

"Huh? Oh, right!" Kagome threw her hairbrush into her carry-on black backpack and slipped her Ipod and cell phone into her pocket. "Ready!" said Kagome as she shrugged the backpack on.

"Okay, then, let's get out of this dump!" Sango turned and ran down the stairs, two steps at a time with Kagome behind her.

"Hey, that's my house you're talking about!" Kagome shouted.

"No offense."

Downstairs, Rin and Ayame were seated on the couch with their legs crossed in a lady-like way. Next to them, Souta and Kohaku were playing a thumb war with each other to pass the time.

"It's about time," Ayame sighed as she stood up. "Are we gonna eat before we go?"

"We're travelling on this awesome bus. It serves food because the camp's pretty far from here," Rin replied. Apparently, she read the brochures before leaving. "It's one of those tour buses. And I also read that the camp is pretty luxurious."

"Hopefully, it's as good as it sounds in the brochure," Sango said with obvious hope in her tone.

Kagome hugged her mom and Gramps goodbye and quickly ran back to join her future campmates. All six of them grabbed their luggage and raced out of the house. Each of them had two suitcases packed with clothes and other necessities along with a backpack. But, of course, Ayame brought four suitcases and a purse. Usually, the walk to the bus stop at the park was a good fifteen minutes, enough to make them late. Even though the six friends were slowed down by their heavy baggage, they made it to their destination with five minutes to spare by running.

There were a handful of other kids of assorted ages, but they were all unknown to the girls. Kohaku and Souta had run off to talk to their friends from school who were also going to Shikon Camp.

"So, girls?" Ayame said, looking around for any eavesdroppers. "See any hotties here?"

"Ayame!" her friends screamed.

"What? I'm just asking," Ayame plainly said, like it was no big deal.

"No," Sango said.

"I can't ask any questions?"

"No, I meant 'No, I don't see any hotties'," clarified Sango.

"True. So true," Rin agreed with a nod. "They're either nerdy looking gangly dudes or kids way too young."

"We're dead," Kagome concluded. "With nothing interesting to stare at, we might as well shoot ourselves."

"Yup," the other girls sighed.

"Oh, look, it's the bus!" a girl from the waiting crowd of kids announced. Sure enough, a large silver bus turned the corner with the words Shikon Camp imprinted on its sides. It screeched to a stop in front of the line of kids, and the bus driver stepped out.