Hey, Kari here, this is the new fic that I was telling you about, uh . .
.*strains brain to think* nevermind. anyway, here it is!
Disclaimer: I don't own InuYasha, but I DO have InuYasha locked in my basement . . .no, really!
Thanks to Lady Ryoko for reviewing! Yay! *gives cookie* EAT! NOW! BWAHAHAHAHAHAHA! *RRRB* sry, I just had some marshmallows.isn't that just swell . . .for every flame I get, I eat a marshmallow . . .and that's not good, so watch out . . .
Be True To Me
Chapter One: My Life Sucks
%%^%% Kagome's POV %%^%%
I hate my life. No, I really do. Nothing's fair. Nothing. Absolutely nothing. I hate that I have a bitch for a step sister, I hate that my parents are going at each other's throats, I hate that we're moving, I just hate everything! I guess it don't help much that I'm the problem child, do it?
Okay, let's recap on all the things in my life that are waaaaay wrong:
%%%&%%% Flashback %%%&%%%
"Honey? We're getting a divorce."
%%%&%%% Flashback end %%%&%%%
Oh, and we can't forget this:
%%%&%%% Flashback %%%&%%%
"Listen here, soon to be step sister, here are my rules! One: never bother me. Two: don't go into my room. Three: stay away from me and my friends. Four: No getting too nice to my dad. Five: you aren't allowed to talk to me outside this house, or on weekends. Six: if I get any messages, you are to tell me immediately, no waiting. Seven- . . ."
%%%&%%% Flashback End %%%&%%%
Yeah, and I would like to tell you that I hate everything. I'd tell you the reasons, but there are so many, that I would only be able to tell you half of it in forty-five days. Did I forget to mention that I'm the problem child? I guess that's normal, right? I hate books, I hate school, and now my parents, ahem, mom and step dad are sending me and my bitchy stepsister to this weirdo school where everything is devoted to money.
It's a prep school. Yep, you heard me right, a prep school. Me. Uh huh. Not gonna happen.
My list of reasons that I can't and won't go to this new school:
One: it's a prep school . . .me. prep school. Forget it.
Two: I don't do the uniform thing. Never. I wore my combat boots and camo capris to the junior high dance, for crying out loud!
Three: I don't and probably won't have friends there.
Four: this school is for the gifted. And I most certainly am not gifted.
Five: if they don't have a skate park, I ain't movin.
Six: yeah, 'member the "gifted" thing? It's a record! Score! Suspended five times last year! Over ninety-seven detentions! And I failed everything except gym. And that's only cuz I could get my best friend to fake a signature for me when I felt like skipping. I Sure Am GIFTED!
Uh oh. My mom's calling me to help pack. I haven't even started yet! This is insane!
&^&^ Normal POV &^&^
"Kagome! Come help me with this box! Is this yours?" Kagome's mother, Takako, yelled from upstairs.
"Sure mom!" Kagome yelled back, putting her headphones over her ears, and walking up the stairs.
"Here, Kagome." Takako said, handing her daughter a small silver box. "Is it yours?" Takako asked Kagome.
Kagome didn't answer, but turned, and walked back downstairs to her room, not hearing a word that was coming out of her mother's mouth.
~*Chapter end!
Hey! Hope you like this chapter. It's not too good, and as I said before, most of my fics will be on hold for a little while, so I'm sorry, but if you really like this, the next chapter will be up in a few weeks. Flames will be used to roast marshmallows! So don't flame. You don't want me hyper.It ain't good!
NEXT CHAPTER: KAGOME GOES TO HER CURRENT SCHOOL TO SAY GOODBYE TO HER FRIENDS.
Disclaimer: I don't own InuYasha, but I DO have InuYasha locked in my basement . . .no, really!
Thanks to Lady Ryoko for reviewing! Yay! *gives cookie* EAT! NOW! BWAHAHAHAHAHAHA! *RRRB* sry, I just had some marshmallows.isn't that just swell . . .for every flame I get, I eat a marshmallow . . .and that's not good, so watch out . . .
Be True To Me
Chapter One: My Life Sucks
%%^%% Kagome's POV %%^%%
I hate my life. No, I really do. Nothing's fair. Nothing. Absolutely nothing. I hate that I have a bitch for a step sister, I hate that my parents are going at each other's throats, I hate that we're moving, I just hate everything! I guess it don't help much that I'm the problem child, do it?
Okay, let's recap on all the things in my life that are waaaaay wrong:
%%%&%%% Flashback %%%&%%%
"Honey? We're getting a divorce."
%%%&%%% Flashback end %%%&%%%
Oh, and we can't forget this:
%%%&%%% Flashback %%%&%%%
"Listen here, soon to be step sister, here are my rules! One: never bother me. Two: don't go into my room. Three: stay away from me and my friends. Four: No getting too nice to my dad. Five: you aren't allowed to talk to me outside this house, or on weekends. Six: if I get any messages, you are to tell me immediately, no waiting. Seven- . . ."
%%%&%%% Flashback End %%%&%%%
Yeah, and I would like to tell you that I hate everything. I'd tell you the reasons, but there are so many, that I would only be able to tell you half of it in forty-five days. Did I forget to mention that I'm the problem child? I guess that's normal, right? I hate books, I hate school, and now my parents, ahem, mom and step dad are sending me and my bitchy stepsister to this weirdo school where everything is devoted to money.
It's a prep school. Yep, you heard me right, a prep school. Me. Uh huh. Not gonna happen.
My list of reasons that I can't and won't go to this new school:
One: it's a prep school . . .me. prep school. Forget it.
Two: I don't do the uniform thing. Never. I wore my combat boots and camo capris to the junior high dance, for crying out loud!
Three: I don't and probably won't have friends there.
Four: this school is for the gifted. And I most certainly am not gifted.
Five: if they don't have a skate park, I ain't movin.
Six: yeah, 'member the "gifted" thing? It's a record! Score! Suspended five times last year! Over ninety-seven detentions! And I failed everything except gym. And that's only cuz I could get my best friend to fake a signature for me when I felt like skipping. I Sure Am GIFTED!
Uh oh. My mom's calling me to help pack. I haven't even started yet! This is insane!
&^&^ Normal POV &^&^
"Kagome! Come help me with this box! Is this yours?" Kagome's mother, Takako, yelled from upstairs.
"Sure mom!" Kagome yelled back, putting her headphones over her ears, and walking up the stairs.
"Here, Kagome." Takako said, handing her daughter a small silver box. "Is it yours?" Takako asked Kagome.
Kagome didn't answer, but turned, and walked back downstairs to her room, not hearing a word that was coming out of her mother's mouth.
~*Chapter end!
Hey! Hope you like this chapter. It's not too good, and as I said before, most of my fics will be on hold for a little while, so I'm sorry, but if you really like this, the next chapter will be up in a few weeks. Flames will be used to roast marshmallows! So don't flame. You don't want me hyper.It ain't good!
NEXT CHAPTER: KAGOME GOES TO HER CURRENT SCHOOL TO SAY GOODBYE TO HER FRIENDS.