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A/N: YAY! Chappy 2! Sorry bout the wait. Don't kill me!
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Chapter 1: Welcome to the U.S!
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Sunday, June 16, 2003
I can't believe it! I'm on a plane-to AMERICA! OMG-this is so cool!
Even though I speak (and sing) English very well, I've never actually BEEN there!
I'm writing this on the Airplane, and I even have my own private section. Well, Miroku and Sango are here too-but it was saved for 'Shikon no Miko'!!
Today has been perfect.
Well, we DID almost get trampled by millions of fans, but Miroku cleared a path for us.
I have to say, his method was unique-it include his hands, the butts of many people, and many MANY bumps on the head.
Sango provided the last part with a vengeance.
I better tell you the story from the beginning.
After breakfast, Sango and I had slipped on some shoes, nearly tripping over Miroku to get to the taxi.
Stupid pervert, always in the way!
Well, when we finally all got squished into the backseat (after many arguments over seating arrangements, and more bumps on the head); the taxi drove us to the airport.
Sango and I were discussing wardrobes-black & pink or white & green? (we settled on all that is shiny ^^;)-but Miroku didn't seem too interested in anything but how tightly the fitted. I wonder why?
Hm...
Once we got to the airport, the afore mentioned stampede took place, and then the afore mentioned escape followed.
We just made it to the plane.
See ya!
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Kagome slipped her journal into the front pocket of the seat, and stretched her arms, yawning.
The morning had been hectic, and excitement could only last for so long before becoming exhaustion.
Pulling her hair back out of her face, she reached for the caramel latté that sat in the cup holder, looking very appealing at the moment. Kagome brought the cup to her lips, taking a sip. Post putting it down, the superstar gazed out the window, as if something had caught her eye.
It was a face.
Kagome blinked, and it was gone.
"Kami", she murmered to herself, "I must be more tired than I thought."
Kagome rested her head back against the head-rest again, but she couldn't fall asleep. The face she had seen in the window wouldn't leave her sight. It had looked male.
Who was he?
.
And why was he in her head?!
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YAY! You like? ^^; Yes! R & R, PWEEZE!
A/N: YAY! Chappy 2! Sorry bout the wait. Don't kill me!
*ducks objects chucked by random reviewers*
ENJOY!
PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE REVIEW!!
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Chapter 1: Welcome to the U.S!
*
Sunday, June 16, 2003
I can't believe it! I'm on a plane-to AMERICA! OMG-this is so cool!
Even though I speak (and sing) English very well, I've never actually BEEN there!
I'm writing this on the Airplane, and I even have my own private section. Well, Miroku and Sango are here too-but it was saved for 'Shikon no Miko'!!
Today has been perfect.
Well, we DID almost get trampled by millions of fans, but Miroku cleared a path for us.
I have to say, his method was unique-it include his hands, the butts of many people, and many MANY bumps on the head.
Sango provided the last part with a vengeance.
I better tell you the story from the beginning.
After breakfast, Sango and I had slipped on some shoes, nearly tripping over Miroku to get to the taxi.
Stupid pervert, always in the way!
Well, when we finally all got squished into the backseat (after many arguments over seating arrangements, and more bumps on the head); the taxi drove us to the airport.
Sango and I were discussing wardrobes-black & pink or white & green? (we settled on all that is shiny ^^;)-but Miroku didn't seem too interested in anything but how tightly the fitted. I wonder why?
Hm...
Once we got to the airport, the afore mentioned stampede took place, and then the afore mentioned escape followed.
We just made it to the plane.
See ya!
*
Kagome slipped her journal into the front pocket of the seat, and stretched her arms, yawning.
The morning had been hectic, and excitement could only last for so long before becoming exhaustion.
Pulling her hair back out of her face, she reached for the caramel latté that sat in the cup holder, looking very appealing at the moment. Kagome brought the cup to her lips, taking a sip. Post putting it down, the superstar gazed out the window, as if something had caught her eye.
It was a face.
Kagome blinked, and it was gone.
"Kami", she murmered to herself, "I must be more tired than I thought."
Kagome rested her head back against the head-rest again, but she couldn't fall asleep. The face she had seen in the window wouldn't leave her sight. It had looked male.
Who was he?
.
And why was he in her head?!
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YAY! You like? ^^; Yes! R & R, PWEEZE!
