Kagome was riding the train to get home after school. She'd been fortunate enough not to receive any homework today (at least none that she's have to do right away), but she knew that her luck wouldn't last long. They would give homework eventually, and when they did, she would be in trouble. She had to find a tutor fast. No she needed to find him fast. If she didn't… She didn't even want to think about it. She could already see herself coming home with straight F's on her report card. She sighed. That was the last thing in the world she wanted. She wanted to get into an amazing college that would guarantee her success in the business world, and allow her to get the maximum amount of pay she could. None of that would happen if she failed here. If she succeeded here, if she passed all of her classes with the best grades she could possibly have, all of her dreams would come true. All of them. But first, she needed to find that boy and convince him to be her tutor. She didn't think it would be that hard to do once she found him. He'd seemed really sweet to her. A very kind person, in her book. Finding him. Now that would be tricky.

As she continued to ride the train, her thoughts wandered a bit. What job did she even want? She honestly didn't know yet. She'd thought about being an artist, but she thought that her art was iffy at best, so she wasn't too sure about that. Sango wanted her to be a singer, but Kagome was convinced that her voice was awful and that she would never make it as a singer. Besides, that would mean writing her own songs, and she didn't know how to do that. Then it hit her. Maybe she could be an author! No, a poet! She loved poetry! But once again, her hopes fell.

'I don't even know how to write poetry…' She thought, feeling discouraged.

Suddenly, her thoughts flashed back to the boy she'd met earlier that morning. He'd been holding a journal, tucked securely under his arm. He'd been holding it tightly, almost protectively, like it was the most important thing in the world to him. And maybe it was. She didn't know. She didn't even know his name… Then a thought occurred to her. That journal wasn't for school. If it was, it would have looked different. It looked like it was made of soft, almost plush leather, and looked as though it had at least two hundred pages. The cover was smooth to the touch, by the looks of it. It was completely black. A journal for school wouldn't have looked like that. So if it wasn't used for school, then he obviously used it for something else. Her eyes widened in sudden realization.

'He must be a writer!'

Now she definitely had to get him as her tutor! He could teach her so much! She just knew it! But there was still the issue of finding him…

'Ugh… Why must this be so hard? Why can't something just be easy for me for once? IS THAT SO MUCH TO ASK?'

Later, Kagome was in her room drawing when suddenly there was a knock on the front door. Knowing that her grandfather and brother Sota weren't home and her mother was cooking, she got up to answer it. When she opened the door, she couldn't hide her surprise.

"Sango!" She said. "What are you doing here?"

Sango smiled.

"Is it so wrong for me to come and visit my friend?" She asked. "And how about a 'nice to see you, Sango! Please come in!'" She added with a smirk.

They both laughed.

"Come on in."

Kagome walked over to the kitchen.

"Mom, Sango's here okay? We'll be in my room."

"Alright. Don't snack on anything. Dinner's almost finished."

"'Kay!" She said as she and Sango headed up to her room.

"What were you drawing?" Sango asked while looking at Kagome's desk.

Kagome looked at it with obvious disinterest.

"Just a cherry tree." She said in a bored tone.

"It's pretty." Sango said.

She looked over at Kagome.

"Don't look so proud of yourself." She said sarcastically.

"There's nothing to be proud of." Kagome said with a shrug. "It's just a little sketch of a tree. Big whoop. It isn't even good."

"Girl, we gotta find some way to boost your self-esteem."

Kagome just looked at her. After dinner, Sango and Kagome hung out for a little while longer, and then Sango had to leave. Kagome continued to draw until around 9:30, and then she decided to go to bed. By the time she was done changing, brushing her teeth, and packing up her art supplies, and had gotten into bed, it was already 10:00. She was exhausted, and she didn't want to do it all again the next day. But she knew she had to, for she was the one who had volunteered to go to this school, and it was up to her to make the most of her own experience. Because if she didn't, who would?