Disclaimer: Inu-Yasha is not mine, and though this saddens me, I take
comfort that this fanfic is entirely my creation. Huzzah.
Past and Present Intertwine
Chapter Seven- Football Fun
Pushing up her window and leaning out of it just enough to approximate how cold it was that Friday night, Kagome came to the conclusion that she would put on a pair of jeans in place of the skirt she would have worn otherwise. In a short while she would be meeting Sango for the weekly home football game, which was to be Kagome's first social event at her new school.
"Mom," Kagome called over the banister down to the first floor. "I need a blanket for the game tonight. Sango said I should bring one."
After her mother had consented to finding a suitable blanket, Kagome hurried into the bathroom to attend to any last-minute embellishes of her person. She found none but fluffed her hair a bit to make herself feel better. As she tied her shoelaces at the foot of the stairs, her mother handed her a blanket.
"Thanks, Mom," Kagome said quickly, feeling as though talking faster would have her out the door sooner.
"Have you eaten dinner?" Mrs. Higurashi asked.
"No. I'm not hungry."
"Do you have money if you get hungry?" she checked.
"Yeah. I'll be fine."
"Be careful, honey. Don't leave with anyone you don't know," she advised, putting a concerned hand on her daughter's shoulder.
Thinking momentarily that she wouldn't even leave with Miroku, whom she did know, Kagome nodded and gave a typical, "I know, Mom."
Gathering the neatly folded blanket in her arms, Kagome left the house with a short goodbye to her mother. It was a cool evening, so she jogged the entire way to school. The ticket line was short, so it didn't take long for her to gain admittance. Despite her best efforts of haste, Sango was already there at the concession stands, looking as though she had waited long enough to become fairly bored. However, she did smile when she saw Kagome approaching.
"Sorry," Kagome panted in greeting. "I came as fast as I could. Really."
"Don't worry about it. I'll show you where we usually sit. The guys will be here a little after the game starts. They don't like to seem too interested in school events, you know."
Kagome grinned and followed Sango past the concession stands, through a door, and up a flight of stairs to the school bleachers where they sat at the left end of the front rows. The stands were over ten feet above the field, which was geometrically lined every few yards with white paint across to the other side where the away team's bleachers were. Kagome felt glad she wasn't sitting in those stands; they looked rather depleted and cold compared the one's she viewed the others from. Taller and more spacious, the school's bleachers were made of firm smooth concrete painted in the school colors of blue and silver and embellished with balloons of the same hues along the stair rails. Looking around, Kagome saw that she and Sango were of the first fifty or so to arrive.
"When does the game start?" Kagome asked after taking in her surroundings.
"Oh, it's supposed to start at 7:30, but that's actually when they do their warm-ups, and those don't take very long. They play cool music while they do them, so we can sing and dance if nothing else," Sango said.
Kagome wanted to know more about Sango, and they hadn't really had a chance to have any actual girl talk during school. Now seemed as good a time as any to spark the desired conversation. "What kind of music do you like?"
"Up-beat stuff, really. I don't really like sad songs, but they're okay once in a while when I'm in the mood for them. Techno and pop and stuff just make me want to dance, you know? What about you?"
"I like a little bit of everything, I guess. Usually I just listen to whatever is on the radio. What about movies? Do you have a favorite genre?"
"Action and drama, but I like a movie with both in it."
"Me, too. That's why I adore 'Lord of the Rings.' Those movies have everything."
"Oh, me, too! Me, too!" Sango grinned. "Let's watch them together some time! No one else will watch them with me: Kiki can't sit still that long, and Inu-Yasha and Miroku always go on about how hot Arwen is and all. That's all guys ever talk about, how hot some girl is. I hate watching movies with them."
Kagome laughed. "I know what you mean! At my old school the guys were always going on about some cute actress. When we had to watch a live birth video in school, they all thought it was going to be like porn or something and were all excited about it, but when they saw a front view of the baby's head coming out, every single guy in my class was grossed out!"
"Ew!" Sango sniggered. "They showed a video like that to the middle school, and Inu-Yasha and Miroku wouldn't look at me for a week! Isn't that stupid? It's not like it was my crotch and baby on the TV screen!"
They each howled with laughter, but behind her amused face, Kagome felt a twinge of loneliness as she realized how long the others had known each other and been friends. She didn't have that. She and Inu-Yasha had been childhood friends, yes, but those memories were distant and mostly forgotten. The years of middle school and early high school are some of the most adventurous years of youth, and though she had her own, she didn't have anyone to share them with. She ached for that bond of familiarity.
"It's getting cold up here," Sango announced as their laughter died down to occasional chuckles. "Let's share the blanket."
They unfolded and wrapped it around their shoulders.
"So," Kagome said in the safety of the dark blue cover, "who in this school is cute?"
"That depends on your preference," Sango said with a growing smile.
"Well," Kagome began after thinking for a moment, "I like guys who're taller than me with blue eyes. I like blue eyes," she emphasized.
"I agree with you about the height, but personally, I go for the dark eyes, dark hair look. I don't like huge muscles either."
"Wimpy guys for you, huh?" Kagome giggled. "I want my guy to have strong arms, the kind that I can feel safe in but not weak in, you know?"
"Right," Sango understood.
Each paused their tongues for a moment as they looked wistfully out over the field. During their conversation, each set of bleachers had been filling up, and the opposing football teams were beginning to warm-up.
"Hi, Sango!" a boy called from higher in the stands.
Breaking away from her thoughts, Sango turned around and waved to him. "Hi, Yahiko!"
"Who's your friend?" Yahiko asked. He was a boy with a round face, large eyes, and coarse black hair and eyebrows.
"This is Kagome! She's new!"
Kagome, who had been following the exchange of shouts, now put on a becoming smile and waved to Yahiko.
"Who's he?" she asked Sango as they both turned to face the field again.
"That's Yahiko. He's pretty smart. His little brother is a friend of my little brother," she explained. "See those guys beside him?"
Turning back around to look up at Yahiko and his group more carefully, Kagome nodded.
"From left to right that's Tatsuya, Markus -he's a foreign exchange student from Britain- Rei, Hojou, and Kuwabara. They're all pretty nice, but Kuwabara's one to watch out for. He used to be in a gang, and he got suspended for breaking some guy's nose two years ago."
"What made him change?" Kagome asked with interest.
"Not sure. I heard his mom and sister cracked down on him really hard and sent him to live in Mexico with his dad. I don't believe that, though," Sango said doubtfully. "Kuwabara doesn't know any Spanish, and if he ever lived in Mexico, he would at least know 'hola.' Even someone who hasn't been knows that."
At that moment an announcer blared from the speakers, stating that the game would start in ten minutes. Then he continued the warm-up music, which Kagome hadn't noticed had been playing till then.
"Hey, what school are we playing against anyway?" Kagome finally asked.
"North Creek. I don't like they're school colors at all. Wouldn't you hate to have a brown uniform?"
"Yeah," Kagome agreed, her eyes traveling to each player one by one. "Oh! Look at how short Player number ten is!"
Sango laughed. "I think that's Kino. I don't know him very well, but he does seem a little too little for football."
"Hey!" came an interrupting yell from the other side of Sango. It was Inu-Yasha with Miroku behind him, and aside from slightly baggy jeans and a snug white shirt, he wore an irate expression. "You!" he shouted, jabbing his finger past Sango and to Kagome. "Where the hell have you been?"
"Here," Kagome answered in a tone of puzzlement. "Why?"
"I was over at your house to pick you up to walk you over here, and you weren't even there! You didn't tell me you were coming with Sango!"
"And you didn't tell me that you were picking me up," Kagome said, looking at him as if he were stupid.
"Yes, I did!"
"No, you didn't!"
"Yes, I-"
"Quit being such a baby, Inu-Yasha. Just move. I'm going to sit by Kagome," Miroku said.
"No, you're not!" Kagome snubbed. "Not after what you did in parenting class today."
"Oh, you remember that, huh?"
"Of course! It hasn't even been five hours."
"Oh, right," Miroku said. "It just feels like it's been forever since we were last together, sweet Kagome."
Kagome rolled her eyes and laughed, and thinking that this was an invitation, Miroku started moving past Inu-Yasha.
"Nice try," Inu-Yasha said, sitting down beside Sango and yanking Miroku down next to him.
"The game's starting," Sango said, pointing to the field.
The first quarter passed rather slowly and ended with a tie of eleven to eleven.
At this point Sango turned to Kagome and said, "I have to go, but I'll be back after half time. Cheer for me, okay?"
Kagome wanted to ask what she meant by that, but Sango was already gone.
"Hey, Kagome, you look lonely over there without Sango. Would you like me to sit by you to keep you company?" Miroku asked, eagerly leaning forward to look past Inu-Yasha.
"Will you shut up already?" Inu-Yasha grumbled, yanking Miroku back by his ponytail.
Miroku did shut up, but five minutes after the second quarter had begun, he tried to jump past Inu-Yasha and failed miserably when the latter tripped him with an outstretched leg.
"Damn it, Inu-Yasha, give me a break! I don't want to sit by you the whole time," he argued.
"You wouldn't have to if you kept your hands to yourself," Inu-Yasha said. He would have seemed mature for his supported justifications and preventative actions if his friend hadn't so perceptibly annoyed him.
Kagome realized that she looked as if she was sitting alone; therefore, she did whatever she could to look occupied. As she listened to their argument, she pretended to be deeply involved with watching the game.
"Miroku, if you don't stop it-" Inu-Yasha barked as the addressed boy launched another futile attempt to pass him. At the last moment Inu-Yasha scooted up against Kagome, causing Miroku to fall forward into the row in front of them, which, fortunately for him, was a long line of cheerleaders.
As Miroku made flattering apologies to those he had accidentally planted his hands upon, Kagome was turning red after realizing that Inu- Yasha's entire side was pressed up against hers.
"What-" she began, "what are you doing?"
Inu-Yasha, who had been shoving his foot up Miroku's butt in order to make him jump thus popping him off the cheerleaders, looked over at her. "Huh?"
"Get off me already!" Kagome shouted, flushing in complete embarrassment.
"Oh," Inu-Yasha said, immediately scooting away from her and flushing a bit himself. He periodically looked over to her to see that she was completely intent on the game. "I didn't know you liked football so much."
"I don't. I think it's barbaric," she replied awkwardly.
"Okay."
Little was said the rest of the quarter. Even Miroku was fairly silent, but this was probably because he was looking forlornly at the cheerleaders and Kagome between football plays.
When half time came, Miroku offered to get them some drinks and snacks, and Inu-Yasha went with him to help him carry it all. Kagome's mission was to save their place, but she felt incredibly stupid doing so. Without the football team to keep her attention, she watched the cheerleaders do a few cheers with the school mascot, a kid in a big goofy- looking wolf suit, mimicking their moves. She was relieved at the boys' speedy return.
"What's going on?" Miroku asked excitedly, sitting next to Inu-Yasha and passing a drink and bag of nuts over to Kagome.
Sipping at her beverage, which she discovered to be an odd mixture of sodas that gave her mouth, throat, and stomach a nauseous sensation, she answered, "Not much. The cheerleaders just finished with their routine."
"Yes!" Miroku said, beaming. "The dance team is coming up next then."
The announcer said the same thing a few seconds later.
A small group of girls walked out onto the field and found their positions as the music tape was tested.
"Who are they?" Kagome asked.
Inu-Yasha didn't know, but that was fine because Miroku knew them all. "That's Lina, Momiji, and the tall girl is Mamoko. In the first line is Miki, Tamiya, Fuu, and there is Sango."
"Really? I didn't recognize her at first since her hair is in a ponytail. I didn't know she was on the dance team. Why didn't she tell me? That must be why she told me to cheer for her," Kagome realized in a rush, munching on a cashew.
Given the go, the team began its dance. They were all pretty good with the exception of Tamiya, who was rather chubby and ungraceful (Miroku liked her well enough though he didn't admit this partiality was due to her substantial chest). To Kagome and Inu-Yasha, Sango was one of the best and had terrific timing, and Miroku gave her credit for having a nice figure. Halfway through the song, the two rows of girls melded to become one then circled forward over the sideline and toward the bleachers, but then they were out of eyesight, leading the crowd to believe that the performance was over. However, they circled back onto the field, and now each of them was holding a baton. Sango, who had been at the very end of the front line, now danced to the center carrying a baton larger than the others. The dance team danced as well as twirled their batons to the music, and the crowd cheered when they were done.
Remembering Sango's request, Kagome clapped and whistled as loud as she could as the dance team made their exit and the school marching band made its way onto the field. When Sango returned to the bleachers a few minutes later, she sat down beside Kagome, who was enthusiastically and sincerely praising her.
"You were so awesome out there! It was like you all were totally professional looking. You guys have the cutest outfits, and the music was really awesome, and the baton thing was a complete surprise to me! Do you do that for every performance?"
"No, just sometimes," Sango said, smiling.
"Sango," Miroku said. "You looked so gorgeous out there. It made me realize how much I care about you."
"Stuff it, Miroku," Sango said, her breath turning to fog before her.
"Do you want to share the blanket, Sango?" Kagome offered.
Both girls ignored Miroku's, "I do!" as Sango replied, "No, thanks. Performing got my blood running."
"Are you cold, Inu-Yasha?" Kagome asked.
"Uh...kind of," he admitted. Before he could say anything else, she tossed some of the blanket to him. "Thanks," he said, scooting closer to her in order to have more cover.
~~~~~
Kagome: Three years old Inu-Yasha: Four and a half years old
It was April, and living up to its reputation for showers, it was pouring outside. Inu-Yasha was over at Kagome's house for the afternoon, and the two of them were very bored.
"We can pay puzzle," Kagome suggested. "This is Kaka's favit puzzle cuss it has stars. See?"
"I don't wan' play that," Inu-Yasha said grumpily, ignoring the stars and staring out the window.
Kagome lowered her head and thought for a moment before exclaiming, "Kaka knows! Kaka got a radyo. Inash want to sing?"
"No," he pouted. He was even too depressed to tell her to quit calling him 'Inash.'
"Oh," Kagome said sympathetically. "Can you not sing, Inash?"
"What? I can sing!" Inu-Yasha proclaimed defiantly. "I can do anything."
"Then sing!" Kagome cried, clapping her hands together and bouncing up and down.
"I said I could sing. I didn't say I wanted to."
"Oh, Inash. Inash, don't be mean. Peas sing for Kaka. Just a little, okay?"
Inu-Yasha finally consented, and the two of them migrated up to Kagome's room where the 'radyo' was. It was a toy radio decorated with flowers and balloons. Attached to it was a mini-microphone.
The very sight of it appalled Inu-Yasha. "I don't want to sing with this!"
Kagome furrowed her brows when she saw his reaction to her second most-prized toy. "If you can't say an-thin nice, no say nothing all," she said.
"I don't wanna."
"Then ima-gen that you like it. Then sing for Kaka."
Inu-Yasha narrowed his eyes at the girly radio, and after a moment of deep concentration, a small sound emitted from the lower quarters of his back.
"Inu-Yasha! Ex-coose you!" Kagome said mimicking the reaction her mother had given a week before when Kagome had cut loose a big fart in a fairly nice restaurant.
Inu-Yasha laughed as Kagome pinched her nose.
"Now sing awready!" Kagome implored once the air had cleared.
"What are you gonna do?"
"Uh... dance! Kaka dance for Inash while he sing!"
After avoiding his solo for a few more minutes, Inu-Yasha finally relented and brought the pink, purple, and blue microphone to his mouth. He sang 'When the Saints Go Marching,' and Kagome danced. However, she didn't dance very well for Inu-Yasha could not sustain the melody and soon broke down into a fit of laughter.
"Why you stop? Why you laugh?" Kagome demanded.
"You- you can't dance, Kagome! You did this!" Inu-Yasha exaggerated her moves, flopping his arms all around as he jumped in circles.
Kagome flushed from anger and embarrassment. "Inash is mean! Inash is mean!" she shouted.
"I'm not mean! I'm telling the truth!"
"Inash hurt Kaka's feelings," she yelled.
"Then I'm sorry," he cried. "Be quiet already!"
Perhaps Kagome was astonished that he had so easily given his apology or perhaps she wasn't really as angry as she seemed. Whatever her three- years-of-age reasoning was, she did become quiet as her best friend requested. They continued on as if nothing had occurred, as is all quarrelling toddlers way, and enjoyed themselves as much as they could confined in the house as they were.
~~~~~
Present:
During the third quarter, the foursome started to pay more attention to the game. Both teams weren't without their offense and defense, and things were becoming more violent as the end of the game drew near. Every play Kagome would ask who was who, and Inu-Yasha and Sango supplied names for the numbers.
"Oh! Number thirty-five on the other team just tackled Kino!" Kagome exclaimed. "Oh, my God. I think he's hurt!"
Indeed he was, and a timeout was called as the coach and a crowd of parents ran out to check on the injured player. The coach and Player number fourteen, who, according to Sango, was the team captain and the quickest player, carried Kino off the field on a stretcher. The following day a rumor would begin to spread that he had broken his leg and might not be able to play for the rest of the season.
The game resumed play once Kino was safely off the field, and the team captain sprinted back to his position as quarterback. When the ball was hiked back to Fourteen, Number thirty-five, still allowed in the game because the referee claimed the incident wasn't his fault, began to charge at him. Swiftly passing the ball twenty yards up to Number four, Number fourteen then turned his attention to Number thirty-five. He filled the distance between them with a short sprint and bashed into him. The two rammed against one another for a second before Number fourteen grabbed Thirty-five by the shoulder-pads and in an instant threw him to the ground where he lay with the wind knocked out of him. A foul was called with much confusion for nearly everyone had been watching Number four's run with the ball, which had scored a touchdown.
Kagome was one of the few who saw the encounter between Fourteen and Thirty- five (she even saw Fourteen 'accidentally tread on Thirty-five's shin and ankle just before the referee reached him). Even though she thought the game barbaric, she couldn't help but want to cheer on the team captain for avenging Kino and boo at the referee for making a call against him. Forgetting they didn't want to seem too involved with school events, Miroku and Inu-Yasha were shouting profanities down to the referee, and Sango was soon screaming herself hoarse.
The team captain argued and flung every offensive word he knew at the referee, but this only ended with him being forced off the field. Furious, he took off his helmet, exposing his long dark hair, and fiercely chucked it across the field. The crowd rooted for him along with the cheerleaders, who were doing a cheer they had made up themselves, which included the lines,
"Stupid call!
Referee with no balls!"
,which didn't exactly rhyme, but it was the thought that counted above all else.
Powered by their support, the team captain danced across the sideline and back and made obscene gestures at the referee when he wasn't looking. The wolf mascot soon joined in, and together they slapped their behinds and wriggled their hips, sparking roars of laughter from the crowd with their antics.
Just as the coach finally made him sit down, the team captain looked up at the bleachers and smirked, making the cheerleaders giggle and blush.
"What's his name?" Kagome asked.
"Ryouga, I think," Sango said, plopping down angrily. "He's a complete moron in math class, but I could kiss him right now."
"You can pretend I'm him if you want," Miroku suggested.
"Kagome, may I please have your nuts?"
"Sure."
"Thank you." Sango twisted the plastic bag around the few nuts remaining at the bottom then reached past Inu-Yasha and whacked them down on top of Miroku's head. The bag burst, and nuts and salty crumbs leaped into the air and arched over the cheerleaders, who were enthusiastically chatting about Ryouga.
Much to Kagome and Sango's delight, their team beat North Creek, but it had been a close game.
"I want to come to next Friday's game, too," Kagome resolved as their group of four descended the steps. "The game was more fun than I thought it would be, but even if it wasn't, I would come just to support you, Sango. The dance team was so cool."
"You know," Sango said as they stood in the parking lot beneath a light, "We don't have many dancers, so if you want, you can join the team. I'll teach you everything you need to know, and the fee isn't very big at all."
Kagome said uncertainly with a nervous and excited smile, "Oh I don't know if I'd be any good."
"You wouldn't," Inu-Yasha said simply. "You've never been able to dance."
"What are you talking about?" Kagome angrily whirled around to face him.
"Nothing."
She glared at him for a moment before turning back to Sango. "Okay, I want to join."
"Great!" Sango said. "We've been looking for more people, but no one wants to do the work. Oh, there's my ride, so what's your phone number?"
Kagome rattled off her new number, which she had learned earlier that week in case anyone from school asked (Sango was to the first to receive it).
"Great. I'll call you tomorrow, and we'll practice sometime this weekend, okay? 'Night, you guys," Sango called as she climbed into her dad's car.
"Who just goes home after a football game on a Friday night?" Miroku asked, puzzled.
"I do," Kagome said, feeling in such high spirits she thought she could waltz right up to cloud nine and do a jig.
"We'll wait here with you until your mom comes then," Inu-Yasha said.
"She's not coming. I'm walking home," she told him.
"It's too late to walk home," he said. "It's not, you know, safe or anything."
"Then I'll just pick out one of these big strong men to walk me home," Kagome joked.
He ignored that. "Miroku, I'll meet up with you. I'm going to walk this ditz home," Inu-Yasha said, rolling his eyes.
"Okay. Later," Miroku said offhandedly as some of the cheerleaders walked past him.
"You don't need to walk me home," Kagome told Inu-Yasha as they made their way down the sidewalk along which were various groups of people who had just left the game as well. "This is a really clean neighborhood. It's not as if some guy is going to jump me."
"Not one in his right mind anyway."
Kagome playfully punched him on the arm. "If I didn't know you, you would totally break down my self-esteem with your mean jokes."
"If I didn't know you, I wouldn't make jokes at you."
"No, I meant if I didn't, you know, know you. Know you as a person, not stranger not kind of know you," she weakly explained.
"Oh," Inu-Yasha said, nodding his comprehension.
They were silent for a minute, Kagome watching her feet as they made each step and Inu-Yasha looking out for any people that might be dangerous.
"So, um, where are you and Miroku going?"
"That's a secret," he replied with a slight smirk.
"Okay," Kagome said.
Not much else was said until they were on her doorstep.
"Thanks for walking me home," Kagome said awkwardly.
"Oh, don't forget your blanket," he said, handing it to her.
"And thanks for carrying my blanket," she added. "I guess I'll see you Monday?"
"Maybe tomorrow."
"What's tomorrow?"
"Uh... I don't know. I just thought I'd come over."
"Oh, okay. That would be fine."
"Miroku's waiting for me, so I, uh, have to go," he said lamely.
"Good night," she said as he turned and headed down the walkway. Without turning around, he raised his hand in farewell.
If Kagome hadn't been eating a plate of noodles and imagining how fun it would be to be on the dance team, she might have felt very lonely when she heard a motorcycle revving up and peeling out of the driveway next door.
Author's Note:
04/20/03
I feel so bad. I really do. Why? Because I made all my readers wait so long for the next chapter. I appreciate all your reviews, honestly, I do. It's not that they didn't motivate me. They made me supa happy, though. Keep them coming pretty please. ^.^
As for why this chapter took so long, school's been a bitch lately, and stuff has just been going on, so I didn't feel inspired to write this chapter until the time I should be the busiest in the spring: EASTER!
Happy Easter to everyone! For each person who reads this chapter, I have for you a chocolate bunny! Aren't those the best? I don't have one this year, but that's okay. I have a chocolate egg. It has a pretty violet on it and my name as well. It's so pretty that I almost don't want to eat it, but shoo, I will anyway. I hope this chapter was fun to read! It was fun to write. Heehee
I have a funny Easter story for all of you! My mom and I were at the candy shop yesterday getting Easter candy. Yum. So we're picking out some delectable munchies, right? Well, all of the sudden, this guy comes into the store and screams, "BIIIIIIIIIITTTTTCCCCHHHH!!!!" The candy store isn't in a bad neighborhood or anything, but I thought we were going to get shot at. I was looking for something to duck behind. Turns out that the guy (he happened to be missing one of his front teeth) was just joking and had had too many cups of coffee. I was like, "Woah now. You know you've had too much coffee when you go around screaming like you have Tourette's syndrome!" Cripes.
04/21/03
Okay, how stupid is this? I get this chapter typed up, and I'm all excited and happy and everything, right? Well, would you believe it, as I'm halfway though editing, tornado sirens go off. I'm like, "Excuse me? 1) It is Easter. 2) I'm sort of busy. Come back when I'm asleep." It didn't work out that way because the tornado was like, "I hate you, too." Fortunately for my town and me, it has a Ryouga-type problem and couldn't find its way. It actually passed right above my town, though. Haha Take that, you big thing of, um, wind.
Anyway, I didn't have enough time to finish editing and all once I could get on the computer again last night after I waited for about four hours during which the clouds decided to rain and thunder and hail. I swear that hail was about as big as my eye. This big: O (only bigger)!
At school I tried to think of any improvements, but I had muchas bunches Spanish and stuff to do, so my mind could not linger on that for very long.
After school as I was walking to the library where my mom picks me up (me no car in which to drive own ass home in ;.;), and as I'm walking, talking with my friends and looking at the, all of a sudden I come upon a HUGE bumblebee right at my feet that I didn't see because one of my friends was all up in my way with her big shoe. I was like, "SCREAM!" for I suddenly pictured the bee buzzing up my pants and stinging me in the crotch. So I ran around and away from it. This has nothing to do with anything, but I thought it was kind of funny, and if you thought so, too, then that makes me happy.
Anyway, I worked on this chapter after I got home from school, but then I had to watch Yu Yu Hakusho and Rurouni Kenshin, so after that I really finished, and now here I am. TADAAAAA! It was all very difficult, but I have accomplished everything I wanted to for this chapter. HUZZAH!
Past and Present Intertwine
Chapter Seven- Football Fun
Pushing up her window and leaning out of it just enough to approximate how cold it was that Friday night, Kagome came to the conclusion that she would put on a pair of jeans in place of the skirt she would have worn otherwise. In a short while she would be meeting Sango for the weekly home football game, which was to be Kagome's first social event at her new school.
"Mom," Kagome called over the banister down to the first floor. "I need a blanket for the game tonight. Sango said I should bring one."
After her mother had consented to finding a suitable blanket, Kagome hurried into the bathroom to attend to any last-minute embellishes of her person. She found none but fluffed her hair a bit to make herself feel better. As she tied her shoelaces at the foot of the stairs, her mother handed her a blanket.
"Thanks, Mom," Kagome said quickly, feeling as though talking faster would have her out the door sooner.
"Have you eaten dinner?" Mrs. Higurashi asked.
"No. I'm not hungry."
"Do you have money if you get hungry?" she checked.
"Yeah. I'll be fine."
"Be careful, honey. Don't leave with anyone you don't know," she advised, putting a concerned hand on her daughter's shoulder.
Thinking momentarily that she wouldn't even leave with Miroku, whom she did know, Kagome nodded and gave a typical, "I know, Mom."
Gathering the neatly folded blanket in her arms, Kagome left the house with a short goodbye to her mother. It was a cool evening, so she jogged the entire way to school. The ticket line was short, so it didn't take long for her to gain admittance. Despite her best efforts of haste, Sango was already there at the concession stands, looking as though she had waited long enough to become fairly bored. However, she did smile when she saw Kagome approaching.
"Sorry," Kagome panted in greeting. "I came as fast as I could. Really."
"Don't worry about it. I'll show you where we usually sit. The guys will be here a little after the game starts. They don't like to seem too interested in school events, you know."
Kagome grinned and followed Sango past the concession stands, through a door, and up a flight of stairs to the school bleachers where they sat at the left end of the front rows. The stands were over ten feet above the field, which was geometrically lined every few yards with white paint across to the other side where the away team's bleachers were. Kagome felt glad she wasn't sitting in those stands; they looked rather depleted and cold compared the one's she viewed the others from. Taller and more spacious, the school's bleachers were made of firm smooth concrete painted in the school colors of blue and silver and embellished with balloons of the same hues along the stair rails. Looking around, Kagome saw that she and Sango were of the first fifty or so to arrive.
"When does the game start?" Kagome asked after taking in her surroundings.
"Oh, it's supposed to start at 7:30, but that's actually when they do their warm-ups, and those don't take very long. They play cool music while they do them, so we can sing and dance if nothing else," Sango said.
Kagome wanted to know more about Sango, and they hadn't really had a chance to have any actual girl talk during school. Now seemed as good a time as any to spark the desired conversation. "What kind of music do you like?"
"Up-beat stuff, really. I don't really like sad songs, but they're okay once in a while when I'm in the mood for them. Techno and pop and stuff just make me want to dance, you know? What about you?"
"I like a little bit of everything, I guess. Usually I just listen to whatever is on the radio. What about movies? Do you have a favorite genre?"
"Action and drama, but I like a movie with both in it."
"Me, too. That's why I adore 'Lord of the Rings.' Those movies have everything."
"Oh, me, too! Me, too!" Sango grinned. "Let's watch them together some time! No one else will watch them with me: Kiki can't sit still that long, and Inu-Yasha and Miroku always go on about how hot Arwen is and all. That's all guys ever talk about, how hot some girl is. I hate watching movies with them."
Kagome laughed. "I know what you mean! At my old school the guys were always going on about some cute actress. When we had to watch a live birth video in school, they all thought it was going to be like porn or something and were all excited about it, but when they saw a front view of the baby's head coming out, every single guy in my class was grossed out!"
"Ew!" Sango sniggered. "They showed a video like that to the middle school, and Inu-Yasha and Miroku wouldn't look at me for a week! Isn't that stupid? It's not like it was my crotch and baby on the TV screen!"
They each howled with laughter, but behind her amused face, Kagome felt a twinge of loneliness as she realized how long the others had known each other and been friends. She didn't have that. She and Inu-Yasha had been childhood friends, yes, but those memories were distant and mostly forgotten. The years of middle school and early high school are some of the most adventurous years of youth, and though she had her own, she didn't have anyone to share them with. She ached for that bond of familiarity.
"It's getting cold up here," Sango announced as their laughter died down to occasional chuckles. "Let's share the blanket."
They unfolded and wrapped it around their shoulders.
"So," Kagome said in the safety of the dark blue cover, "who in this school is cute?"
"That depends on your preference," Sango said with a growing smile.
"Well," Kagome began after thinking for a moment, "I like guys who're taller than me with blue eyes. I like blue eyes," she emphasized.
"I agree with you about the height, but personally, I go for the dark eyes, dark hair look. I don't like huge muscles either."
"Wimpy guys for you, huh?" Kagome giggled. "I want my guy to have strong arms, the kind that I can feel safe in but not weak in, you know?"
"Right," Sango understood.
Each paused their tongues for a moment as they looked wistfully out over the field. During their conversation, each set of bleachers had been filling up, and the opposing football teams were beginning to warm-up.
"Hi, Sango!" a boy called from higher in the stands.
Breaking away from her thoughts, Sango turned around and waved to him. "Hi, Yahiko!"
"Who's your friend?" Yahiko asked. He was a boy with a round face, large eyes, and coarse black hair and eyebrows.
"This is Kagome! She's new!"
Kagome, who had been following the exchange of shouts, now put on a becoming smile and waved to Yahiko.
"Who's he?" she asked Sango as they both turned to face the field again.
"That's Yahiko. He's pretty smart. His little brother is a friend of my little brother," she explained. "See those guys beside him?"
Turning back around to look up at Yahiko and his group more carefully, Kagome nodded.
"From left to right that's Tatsuya, Markus -he's a foreign exchange student from Britain- Rei, Hojou, and Kuwabara. They're all pretty nice, but Kuwabara's one to watch out for. He used to be in a gang, and he got suspended for breaking some guy's nose two years ago."
"What made him change?" Kagome asked with interest.
"Not sure. I heard his mom and sister cracked down on him really hard and sent him to live in Mexico with his dad. I don't believe that, though," Sango said doubtfully. "Kuwabara doesn't know any Spanish, and if he ever lived in Mexico, he would at least know 'hola.' Even someone who hasn't been knows that."
At that moment an announcer blared from the speakers, stating that the game would start in ten minutes. Then he continued the warm-up music, which Kagome hadn't noticed had been playing till then.
"Hey, what school are we playing against anyway?" Kagome finally asked.
"North Creek. I don't like they're school colors at all. Wouldn't you hate to have a brown uniform?"
"Yeah," Kagome agreed, her eyes traveling to each player one by one. "Oh! Look at how short Player number ten is!"
Sango laughed. "I think that's Kino. I don't know him very well, but he does seem a little too little for football."
"Hey!" came an interrupting yell from the other side of Sango. It was Inu-Yasha with Miroku behind him, and aside from slightly baggy jeans and a snug white shirt, he wore an irate expression. "You!" he shouted, jabbing his finger past Sango and to Kagome. "Where the hell have you been?"
"Here," Kagome answered in a tone of puzzlement. "Why?"
"I was over at your house to pick you up to walk you over here, and you weren't even there! You didn't tell me you were coming with Sango!"
"And you didn't tell me that you were picking me up," Kagome said, looking at him as if he were stupid.
"Yes, I did!"
"No, you didn't!"
"Yes, I-"
"Quit being such a baby, Inu-Yasha. Just move. I'm going to sit by Kagome," Miroku said.
"No, you're not!" Kagome snubbed. "Not after what you did in parenting class today."
"Oh, you remember that, huh?"
"Of course! It hasn't even been five hours."
"Oh, right," Miroku said. "It just feels like it's been forever since we were last together, sweet Kagome."
Kagome rolled her eyes and laughed, and thinking that this was an invitation, Miroku started moving past Inu-Yasha.
"Nice try," Inu-Yasha said, sitting down beside Sango and yanking Miroku down next to him.
"The game's starting," Sango said, pointing to the field.
The first quarter passed rather slowly and ended with a tie of eleven to eleven.
At this point Sango turned to Kagome and said, "I have to go, but I'll be back after half time. Cheer for me, okay?"
Kagome wanted to ask what she meant by that, but Sango was already gone.
"Hey, Kagome, you look lonely over there without Sango. Would you like me to sit by you to keep you company?" Miroku asked, eagerly leaning forward to look past Inu-Yasha.
"Will you shut up already?" Inu-Yasha grumbled, yanking Miroku back by his ponytail.
Miroku did shut up, but five minutes after the second quarter had begun, he tried to jump past Inu-Yasha and failed miserably when the latter tripped him with an outstretched leg.
"Damn it, Inu-Yasha, give me a break! I don't want to sit by you the whole time," he argued.
"You wouldn't have to if you kept your hands to yourself," Inu-Yasha said. He would have seemed mature for his supported justifications and preventative actions if his friend hadn't so perceptibly annoyed him.
Kagome realized that she looked as if she was sitting alone; therefore, she did whatever she could to look occupied. As she listened to their argument, she pretended to be deeply involved with watching the game.
"Miroku, if you don't stop it-" Inu-Yasha barked as the addressed boy launched another futile attempt to pass him. At the last moment Inu-Yasha scooted up against Kagome, causing Miroku to fall forward into the row in front of them, which, fortunately for him, was a long line of cheerleaders.
As Miroku made flattering apologies to those he had accidentally planted his hands upon, Kagome was turning red after realizing that Inu- Yasha's entire side was pressed up against hers.
"What-" she began, "what are you doing?"
Inu-Yasha, who had been shoving his foot up Miroku's butt in order to make him jump thus popping him off the cheerleaders, looked over at her. "Huh?"
"Get off me already!" Kagome shouted, flushing in complete embarrassment.
"Oh," Inu-Yasha said, immediately scooting away from her and flushing a bit himself. He periodically looked over to her to see that she was completely intent on the game. "I didn't know you liked football so much."
"I don't. I think it's barbaric," she replied awkwardly.
"Okay."
Little was said the rest of the quarter. Even Miroku was fairly silent, but this was probably because he was looking forlornly at the cheerleaders and Kagome between football plays.
When half time came, Miroku offered to get them some drinks and snacks, and Inu-Yasha went with him to help him carry it all. Kagome's mission was to save their place, but she felt incredibly stupid doing so. Without the football team to keep her attention, she watched the cheerleaders do a few cheers with the school mascot, a kid in a big goofy- looking wolf suit, mimicking their moves. She was relieved at the boys' speedy return.
"What's going on?" Miroku asked excitedly, sitting next to Inu-Yasha and passing a drink and bag of nuts over to Kagome.
Sipping at her beverage, which she discovered to be an odd mixture of sodas that gave her mouth, throat, and stomach a nauseous sensation, she answered, "Not much. The cheerleaders just finished with their routine."
"Yes!" Miroku said, beaming. "The dance team is coming up next then."
The announcer said the same thing a few seconds later.
A small group of girls walked out onto the field and found their positions as the music tape was tested.
"Who are they?" Kagome asked.
Inu-Yasha didn't know, but that was fine because Miroku knew them all. "That's Lina, Momiji, and the tall girl is Mamoko. In the first line is Miki, Tamiya, Fuu, and there is Sango."
"Really? I didn't recognize her at first since her hair is in a ponytail. I didn't know she was on the dance team. Why didn't she tell me? That must be why she told me to cheer for her," Kagome realized in a rush, munching on a cashew.
Given the go, the team began its dance. They were all pretty good with the exception of Tamiya, who was rather chubby and ungraceful (Miroku liked her well enough though he didn't admit this partiality was due to her substantial chest). To Kagome and Inu-Yasha, Sango was one of the best and had terrific timing, and Miroku gave her credit for having a nice figure. Halfway through the song, the two rows of girls melded to become one then circled forward over the sideline and toward the bleachers, but then they were out of eyesight, leading the crowd to believe that the performance was over. However, they circled back onto the field, and now each of them was holding a baton. Sango, who had been at the very end of the front line, now danced to the center carrying a baton larger than the others. The dance team danced as well as twirled their batons to the music, and the crowd cheered when they were done.
Remembering Sango's request, Kagome clapped and whistled as loud as she could as the dance team made their exit and the school marching band made its way onto the field. When Sango returned to the bleachers a few minutes later, she sat down beside Kagome, who was enthusiastically and sincerely praising her.
"You were so awesome out there! It was like you all were totally professional looking. You guys have the cutest outfits, and the music was really awesome, and the baton thing was a complete surprise to me! Do you do that for every performance?"
"No, just sometimes," Sango said, smiling.
"Sango," Miroku said. "You looked so gorgeous out there. It made me realize how much I care about you."
"Stuff it, Miroku," Sango said, her breath turning to fog before her.
"Do you want to share the blanket, Sango?" Kagome offered.
Both girls ignored Miroku's, "I do!" as Sango replied, "No, thanks. Performing got my blood running."
"Are you cold, Inu-Yasha?" Kagome asked.
"Uh...kind of," he admitted. Before he could say anything else, she tossed some of the blanket to him. "Thanks," he said, scooting closer to her in order to have more cover.
~~~~~
Kagome: Three years old Inu-Yasha: Four and a half years old
It was April, and living up to its reputation for showers, it was pouring outside. Inu-Yasha was over at Kagome's house for the afternoon, and the two of them were very bored.
"We can pay puzzle," Kagome suggested. "This is Kaka's favit puzzle cuss it has stars. See?"
"I don't wan' play that," Inu-Yasha said grumpily, ignoring the stars and staring out the window.
Kagome lowered her head and thought for a moment before exclaiming, "Kaka knows! Kaka got a radyo. Inash want to sing?"
"No," he pouted. He was even too depressed to tell her to quit calling him 'Inash.'
"Oh," Kagome said sympathetically. "Can you not sing, Inash?"
"What? I can sing!" Inu-Yasha proclaimed defiantly. "I can do anything."
"Then sing!" Kagome cried, clapping her hands together and bouncing up and down.
"I said I could sing. I didn't say I wanted to."
"Oh, Inash. Inash, don't be mean. Peas sing for Kaka. Just a little, okay?"
Inu-Yasha finally consented, and the two of them migrated up to Kagome's room where the 'radyo' was. It was a toy radio decorated with flowers and balloons. Attached to it was a mini-microphone.
The very sight of it appalled Inu-Yasha. "I don't want to sing with this!"
Kagome furrowed her brows when she saw his reaction to her second most-prized toy. "If you can't say an-thin nice, no say nothing all," she said.
"I don't wanna."
"Then ima-gen that you like it. Then sing for Kaka."
Inu-Yasha narrowed his eyes at the girly radio, and after a moment of deep concentration, a small sound emitted from the lower quarters of his back.
"Inu-Yasha! Ex-coose you!" Kagome said mimicking the reaction her mother had given a week before when Kagome had cut loose a big fart in a fairly nice restaurant.
Inu-Yasha laughed as Kagome pinched her nose.
"Now sing awready!" Kagome implored once the air had cleared.
"What are you gonna do?"
"Uh... dance! Kaka dance for Inash while he sing!"
After avoiding his solo for a few more minutes, Inu-Yasha finally relented and brought the pink, purple, and blue microphone to his mouth. He sang 'When the Saints Go Marching,' and Kagome danced. However, she didn't dance very well for Inu-Yasha could not sustain the melody and soon broke down into a fit of laughter.
"Why you stop? Why you laugh?" Kagome demanded.
"You- you can't dance, Kagome! You did this!" Inu-Yasha exaggerated her moves, flopping his arms all around as he jumped in circles.
Kagome flushed from anger and embarrassment. "Inash is mean! Inash is mean!" she shouted.
"I'm not mean! I'm telling the truth!"
"Inash hurt Kaka's feelings," she yelled.
"Then I'm sorry," he cried. "Be quiet already!"
Perhaps Kagome was astonished that he had so easily given his apology or perhaps she wasn't really as angry as she seemed. Whatever her three- years-of-age reasoning was, she did become quiet as her best friend requested. They continued on as if nothing had occurred, as is all quarrelling toddlers way, and enjoyed themselves as much as they could confined in the house as they were.
~~~~~
Present:
During the third quarter, the foursome started to pay more attention to the game. Both teams weren't without their offense and defense, and things were becoming more violent as the end of the game drew near. Every play Kagome would ask who was who, and Inu-Yasha and Sango supplied names for the numbers.
"Oh! Number thirty-five on the other team just tackled Kino!" Kagome exclaimed. "Oh, my God. I think he's hurt!"
Indeed he was, and a timeout was called as the coach and a crowd of parents ran out to check on the injured player. The coach and Player number fourteen, who, according to Sango, was the team captain and the quickest player, carried Kino off the field on a stretcher. The following day a rumor would begin to spread that he had broken his leg and might not be able to play for the rest of the season.
The game resumed play once Kino was safely off the field, and the team captain sprinted back to his position as quarterback. When the ball was hiked back to Fourteen, Number thirty-five, still allowed in the game because the referee claimed the incident wasn't his fault, began to charge at him. Swiftly passing the ball twenty yards up to Number four, Number fourteen then turned his attention to Number thirty-five. He filled the distance between them with a short sprint and bashed into him. The two rammed against one another for a second before Number fourteen grabbed Thirty-five by the shoulder-pads and in an instant threw him to the ground where he lay with the wind knocked out of him. A foul was called with much confusion for nearly everyone had been watching Number four's run with the ball, which had scored a touchdown.
Kagome was one of the few who saw the encounter between Fourteen and Thirty- five (she even saw Fourteen 'accidentally tread on Thirty-five's shin and ankle just before the referee reached him). Even though she thought the game barbaric, she couldn't help but want to cheer on the team captain for avenging Kino and boo at the referee for making a call against him. Forgetting they didn't want to seem too involved with school events, Miroku and Inu-Yasha were shouting profanities down to the referee, and Sango was soon screaming herself hoarse.
The team captain argued and flung every offensive word he knew at the referee, but this only ended with him being forced off the field. Furious, he took off his helmet, exposing his long dark hair, and fiercely chucked it across the field. The crowd rooted for him along with the cheerleaders, who were doing a cheer they had made up themselves, which included the lines,
"Stupid call!
Referee with no balls!"
,which didn't exactly rhyme, but it was the thought that counted above all else.
Powered by their support, the team captain danced across the sideline and back and made obscene gestures at the referee when he wasn't looking. The wolf mascot soon joined in, and together they slapped their behinds and wriggled their hips, sparking roars of laughter from the crowd with their antics.
Just as the coach finally made him sit down, the team captain looked up at the bleachers and smirked, making the cheerleaders giggle and blush.
"What's his name?" Kagome asked.
"Ryouga, I think," Sango said, plopping down angrily. "He's a complete moron in math class, but I could kiss him right now."
"You can pretend I'm him if you want," Miroku suggested.
"Kagome, may I please have your nuts?"
"Sure."
"Thank you." Sango twisted the plastic bag around the few nuts remaining at the bottom then reached past Inu-Yasha and whacked them down on top of Miroku's head. The bag burst, and nuts and salty crumbs leaped into the air and arched over the cheerleaders, who were enthusiastically chatting about Ryouga.
Much to Kagome and Sango's delight, their team beat North Creek, but it had been a close game.
"I want to come to next Friday's game, too," Kagome resolved as their group of four descended the steps. "The game was more fun than I thought it would be, but even if it wasn't, I would come just to support you, Sango. The dance team was so cool."
"You know," Sango said as they stood in the parking lot beneath a light, "We don't have many dancers, so if you want, you can join the team. I'll teach you everything you need to know, and the fee isn't very big at all."
Kagome said uncertainly with a nervous and excited smile, "Oh I don't know if I'd be any good."
"You wouldn't," Inu-Yasha said simply. "You've never been able to dance."
"What are you talking about?" Kagome angrily whirled around to face him.
"Nothing."
She glared at him for a moment before turning back to Sango. "Okay, I want to join."
"Great!" Sango said. "We've been looking for more people, but no one wants to do the work. Oh, there's my ride, so what's your phone number?"
Kagome rattled off her new number, which she had learned earlier that week in case anyone from school asked (Sango was to the first to receive it).
"Great. I'll call you tomorrow, and we'll practice sometime this weekend, okay? 'Night, you guys," Sango called as she climbed into her dad's car.
"Who just goes home after a football game on a Friday night?" Miroku asked, puzzled.
"I do," Kagome said, feeling in such high spirits she thought she could waltz right up to cloud nine and do a jig.
"We'll wait here with you until your mom comes then," Inu-Yasha said.
"She's not coming. I'm walking home," she told him.
"It's too late to walk home," he said. "It's not, you know, safe or anything."
"Then I'll just pick out one of these big strong men to walk me home," Kagome joked.
He ignored that. "Miroku, I'll meet up with you. I'm going to walk this ditz home," Inu-Yasha said, rolling his eyes.
"Okay. Later," Miroku said offhandedly as some of the cheerleaders walked past him.
"You don't need to walk me home," Kagome told Inu-Yasha as they made their way down the sidewalk along which were various groups of people who had just left the game as well. "This is a really clean neighborhood. It's not as if some guy is going to jump me."
"Not one in his right mind anyway."
Kagome playfully punched him on the arm. "If I didn't know you, you would totally break down my self-esteem with your mean jokes."
"If I didn't know you, I wouldn't make jokes at you."
"No, I meant if I didn't, you know, know you. Know you as a person, not stranger not kind of know you," she weakly explained.
"Oh," Inu-Yasha said, nodding his comprehension.
They were silent for a minute, Kagome watching her feet as they made each step and Inu-Yasha looking out for any people that might be dangerous.
"So, um, where are you and Miroku going?"
"That's a secret," he replied with a slight smirk.
"Okay," Kagome said.
Not much else was said until they were on her doorstep.
"Thanks for walking me home," Kagome said awkwardly.
"Oh, don't forget your blanket," he said, handing it to her.
"And thanks for carrying my blanket," she added. "I guess I'll see you Monday?"
"Maybe tomorrow."
"What's tomorrow?"
"Uh... I don't know. I just thought I'd come over."
"Oh, okay. That would be fine."
"Miroku's waiting for me, so I, uh, have to go," he said lamely.
"Good night," she said as he turned and headed down the walkway. Without turning around, he raised his hand in farewell.
If Kagome hadn't been eating a plate of noodles and imagining how fun it would be to be on the dance team, she might have felt very lonely when she heard a motorcycle revving up and peeling out of the driveway next door.
Author's Note:
04/20/03
I feel so bad. I really do. Why? Because I made all my readers wait so long for the next chapter. I appreciate all your reviews, honestly, I do. It's not that they didn't motivate me. They made me supa happy, though. Keep them coming pretty please. ^.^
As for why this chapter took so long, school's been a bitch lately, and stuff has just been going on, so I didn't feel inspired to write this chapter until the time I should be the busiest in the spring: EASTER!
Happy Easter to everyone! For each person who reads this chapter, I have for you a chocolate bunny! Aren't those the best? I don't have one this year, but that's okay. I have a chocolate egg. It has a pretty violet on it and my name as well. It's so pretty that I almost don't want to eat it, but shoo, I will anyway. I hope this chapter was fun to read! It was fun to write. Heehee
I have a funny Easter story for all of you! My mom and I were at the candy shop yesterday getting Easter candy. Yum. So we're picking out some delectable munchies, right? Well, all of the sudden, this guy comes into the store and screams, "BIIIIIIIIIITTTTTCCCCHHHH!!!!" The candy store isn't in a bad neighborhood or anything, but I thought we were going to get shot at. I was looking for something to duck behind. Turns out that the guy (he happened to be missing one of his front teeth) was just joking and had had too many cups of coffee. I was like, "Woah now. You know you've had too much coffee when you go around screaming like you have Tourette's syndrome!" Cripes.
04/21/03
Okay, how stupid is this? I get this chapter typed up, and I'm all excited and happy and everything, right? Well, would you believe it, as I'm halfway though editing, tornado sirens go off. I'm like, "Excuse me? 1) It is Easter. 2) I'm sort of busy. Come back when I'm asleep." It didn't work out that way because the tornado was like, "I hate you, too." Fortunately for my town and me, it has a Ryouga-type problem and couldn't find its way. It actually passed right above my town, though. Haha Take that, you big thing of, um, wind.
Anyway, I didn't have enough time to finish editing and all once I could get on the computer again last night after I waited for about four hours during which the clouds decided to rain and thunder and hail. I swear that hail was about as big as my eye. This big: O (only bigger)!
At school I tried to think of any improvements, but I had muchas bunches Spanish and stuff to do, so my mind could not linger on that for very long.
After school as I was walking to the library where my mom picks me up (me no car in which to drive own ass home in ;.;), and as I'm walking, talking with my friends and looking at the, all of a sudden I come upon a HUGE bumblebee right at my feet that I didn't see because one of my friends was all up in my way with her big shoe. I was like, "SCREAM!" for I suddenly pictured the bee buzzing up my pants and stinging me in the crotch. So I ran around and away from it. This has nothing to do with anything, but I thought it was kind of funny, and if you thought so, too, then that makes me happy.
Anyway, I worked on this chapter after I got home from school, but then I had to watch Yu Yu Hakusho and Rurouni Kenshin, so after that I really finished, and now here I am. TADAAAAA! It was all very difficult, but I have accomplished everything I wanted to for this chapter. HUZZAH!
