FG: Hey there! It's me, FG, with another fic for the masses!
Miroku: And I'm Miroku, I do the disclaimer. Like this: FG does not own InuYasha or anything else she might and probably took from someone else. She does, however, own your soul in her soon-to-be Reign of Terror.
FG: ^.^ (proudly)
Miroku: er..enjoy the fic!
A Place for Problem Children
Prologue
'Oh man, I'm so nervous,' was all that Kagome could think about as she watched her car wind up the dirt road sprinkled with rocks. Her anxiety only intensified as a large building began to materialize ahead pronouncing the conclusion of her torturous car ride. Squeezing her sweaty hands together was the only method she had come by to keep from wailing. 'How did I get into this?'
"Here we are, Kagome." Her mother seemed to pick up speed after she said this. The cheery voice was an unusual sound in the dreadfully silent car. "Shikon Summer House. It's a nice place isn't it?"
Kagome choked down a frustrated gurgle in her throat. A tear slipped out of her watery eyes and onto her cheek but was caught with a swift swipe of Kagome's hand.
"Kagome..I know that you don't want to be here," her mother began. The pity in her voice was nearly clearer than the words she spoke.
"Then why am I here, Momma?" She pushed out of her tight throat. "I- I'm not a bad kid I swear!" Hot tears splurged from her cerulean eyes uncontrollably. Glancing up at her mom, she already concluded that her sobbing fit was futile.
Her mother's face was blank of emotion; her lips formed a thin straight line and the lines on her forehead creased dramatically around her dark eyes. Sighing she responded with much strain in her voice and it quivered, "Kagome, I know you are not a bad girl-"
"SO WHY ARE YOU SENDING ME HERE!" The hapless girl cried, her face going red with frustration and desperation. It was a mystery to her still, why she was being sent to such a place. Shikon Summer House was notoriously known as a place where parents sent their out of control children to be corrected. Kagome had always believed she was a good child. Sure, she was never acclaimed as brilliant and hadn't excelled in anything; she was just your average 16-year-old high school student. 'One slip up and I'm being sent here!' her voice echoed in her mind.
"They're going to teach you, Kagome." The frail hand of her mother's reached for her daughters clenched hands. "They're going to help you get back on the right path, okay? This is for you, I'm doing this because I love you."
Kagome wrenched her hand away and looked into her mother's hurt eyes. "Off the wrong path! Mom! It was ONE MISTAKE okay? One.." her eyes clouded with a new onslaught of fresh tears as her heart squeezed with pain.
"No, Kagome. You are headed along a destructive path and-and I want to help you, but I need help. Please understand. Kagome, it's only for the summer," she offered.
Like day to night, Kagome's face snapped from pain to pure cold blankness. Tears staining her face and eyes burned red, she composed herself. Dragging her black sleeve along her cheeks and under her leaking nose was enough action to prepare her to go on. "Fine. You're right, mom," the sarcasm in her voice was rich and overpowering. Reaching behind the passengers' seat, she grabbed her bag and lugged in onto her lap.
Her mother watched as Kagome stumbled out of the car driven by bitterness and dread. Her figure looked minuscule against the backdrop of the large doors and it dawned on her that her daughter must feel that same way: alone, scarred, and insignificant. Wincing with the force of her slamming the door, a thought poured from her mind and into a whisper, "oh Kagome.. I really am doing this because I love you." Overwhelmed with sorrow, she pulled away, gripping the wheel and refusing to turn and look back.
Kagome's heart sunk with the ominous sound of tires and rocks clacking together and the silent hum of an engine. She spun around and watched her mother's car pull away. She had really left her here? She was serious? Her heart wrenched and, for a short second, her bitterness caved to the heavier emotion of regret. 'Mamma please don't leave me here.. I'm sorry! I'M SORRY! Momma, I'm so sorry, please don't go..,' she futilely thought.
Realizing her weak character, she scolded herself and rubbed the tears out of her eyes. With a shaky, determined breath she turned to enter the building of the Shikon Summer House.
The sight of the overpowering doors loomed above her.
Her knees shook violently and gave way; she crashed onto the cement steps. Wrapping her arms around her knees and pulling them close to her chest, she buried her head into them and sobbed.
FG: WOO! Nice prologue huh? BWAHAHAHA... why is Kagome there? What is a summer house? WHAT DOES IT ALL MEAN! ^.^ well ill explain a summer house for you because I don't think these actually exist and it's just from my imagination! I guess it's like boarding school mixed with like a camp. It's co-ed (hmm WONDER WHY!) and parents of problem children can send them there if they can't help their kid. It's not like a PRISON but it's strict. However there is room for fun, Kagome doesn't know this yet though.
Miroku: Lady FG, I believe the reader's get your point, no need to continue.
FG: ::drools:: whatever you say, Miroku-sama!
Miroku: please read and review, it makes FG happy ^.^
Miroku: And I'm Miroku, I do the disclaimer. Like this: FG does not own InuYasha or anything else she might and probably took from someone else. She does, however, own your soul in her soon-to-be Reign of Terror.
FG: ^.^ (proudly)
Miroku: er..enjoy the fic!
A Place for Problem Children
Prologue
'Oh man, I'm so nervous,' was all that Kagome could think about as she watched her car wind up the dirt road sprinkled with rocks. Her anxiety only intensified as a large building began to materialize ahead pronouncing the conclusion of her torturous car ride. Squeezing her sweaty hands together was the only method she had come by to keep from wailing. 'How did I get into this?'
"Here we are, Kagome." Her mother seemed to pick up speed after she said this. The cheery voice was an unusual sound in the dreadfully silent car. "Shikon Summer House. It's a nice place isn't it?"
Kagome choked down a frustrated gurgle in her throat. A tear slipped out of her watery eyes and onto her cheek but was caught with a swift swipe of Kagome's hand.
"Kagome..I know that you don't want to be here," her mother began. The pity in her voice was nearly clearer than the words she spoke.
"Then why am I here, Momma?" She pushed out of her tight throat. "I- I'm not a bad kid I swear!" Hot tears splurged from her cerulean eyes uncontrollably. Glancing up at her mom, she already concluded that her sobbing fit was futile.
Her mother's face was blank of emotion; her lips formed a thin straight line and the lines on her forehead creased dramatically around her dark eyes. Sighing she responded with much strain in her voice and it quivered, "Kagome, I know you are not a bad girl-"
"SO WHY ARE YOU SENDING ME HERE!" The hapless girl cried, her face going red with frustration and desperation. It was a mystery to her still, why she was being sent to such a place. Shikon Summer House was notoriously known as a place where parents sent their out of control children to be corrected. Kagome had always believed she was a good child. Sure, she was never acclaimed as brilliant and hadn't excelled in anything; she was just your average 16-year-old high school student. 'One slip up and I'm being sent here!' her voice echoed in her mind.
"They're going to teach you, Kagome." The frail hand of her mother's reached for her daughters clenched hands. "They're going to help you get back on the right path, okay? This is for you, I'm doing this because I love you."
Kagome wrenched her hand away and looked into her mother's hurt eyes. "Off the wrong path! Mom! It was ONE MISTAKE okay? One.." her eyes clouded with a new onslaught of fresh tears as her heart squeezed with pain.
"No, Kagome. You are headed along a destructive path and-and I want to help you, but I need help. Please understand. Kagome, it's only for the summer," she offered.
Like day to night, Kagome's face snapped from pain to pure cold blankness. Tears staining her face and eyes burned red, she composed herself. Dragging her black sleeve along her cheeks and under her leaking nose was enough action to prepare her to go on. "Fine. You're right, mom," the sarcasm in her voice was rich and overpowering. Reaching behind the passengers' seat, she grabbed her bag and lugged in onto her lap.
Her mother watched as Kagome stumbled out of the car driven by bitterness and dread. Her figure looked minuscule against the backdrop of the large doors and it dawned on her that her daughter must feel that same way: alone, scarred, and insignificant. Wincing with the force of her slamming the door, a thought poured from her mind and into a whisper, "oh Kagome.. I really am doing this because I love you." Overwhelmed with sorrow, she pulled away, gripping the wheel and refusing to turn and look back.
Kagome's heart sunk with the ominous sound of tires and rocks clacking together and the silent hum of an engine. She spun around and watched her mother's car pull away. She had really left her here? She was serious? Her heart wrenched and, for a short second, her bitterness caved to the heavier emotion of regret. 'Mamma please don't leave me here.. I'm sorry! I'M SORRY! Momma, I'm so sorry, please don't go..,' she futilely thought.
Realizing her weak character, she scolded herself and rubbed the tears out of her eyes. With a shaky, determined breath she turned to enter the building of the Shikon Summer House.
The sight of the overpowering doors loomed above her.
Her knees shook violently and gave way; she crashed onto the cement steps. Wrapping her arms around her knees and pulling them close to her chest, she buried her head into them and sobbed.
FG: WOO! Nice prologue huh? BWAHAHAHA... why is Kagome there? What is a summer house? WHAT DOES IT ALL MEAN! ^.^ well ill explain a summer house for you because I don't think these actually exist and it's just from my imagination! I guess it's like boarding school mixed with like a camp. It's co-ed (hmm WONDER WHY!) and parents of problem children can send them there if they can't help their kid. It's not like a PRISON but it's strict. However there is room for fun, Kagome doesn't know this yet though.
Miroku: Lady FG, I believe the reader's get your point, no need to continue.
FG: ::drools:: whatever you say, Miroku-sama!
Miroku: please read and review, it makes FG happy ^.^