Only Normal on the Average
Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha.
Chapter 14
[ "- -" these little things shall symbolize my want for italics. I do not know why my italics never show up on ff.net]
How unlucky I left this horrible fic at chapter 13. Well, I'm picking it back up only because I came across it recently and was surprised it didn't self delete on fanfiction.net. Honest to god, I can't believe I wrote this ^^;;; it pained me to reread my gradeschool level writing, grammatical orgyfest and embarrassing attempts at..dare I say it, humor.
The words on the page blurred. I was staring at the text much like how one would stare at one of those optical illusion 3-D spotty pictures that amount to nothing unless you cross your eyes. Well, yes I was very good at this you see, a unique talent maybe even. It also made me sleepy as hell.
A faded, dry voice could be heard somewhere in a faraway place. That didn't really matter. I was crossing my eyes and clearing my mind and goddamnit it was nice. I was going to fall asleep, which is seriously bad. Missing a lecture is bad. Being caught is bad. Doing designer drugs is bad. Ah, let's see what else is bad? Yes, my situation is bad. And that my friends was the last thought Kagome Higurashi before her hand slipped from the head it was supporting and her face slammed into the government textbook. Indeed. In the dead of the moment where notes were being copied off the board and a pin drop was like a volcanic eruption. My face met intimately with the U.S. constitution. A muffled thud, and it was all over for me.
"Kagome."
I sobered up so fast, that physically I expected my head to snap off.
"Yes, Mr. Partridge." I managed. I think my voice was shaking, but I can't be sure.
"This is the second time you have shown blatant disrespect for my class, the students and the course. I excused your tardy because your reputation has always spoken well of you, but I will not stand aside and let an -alleged- upright student -sleep- during class. Please excuse yourself to the counselors office to liberally reconsider taking a class better suited to your tastes."
My heart was beating so fast; it was more like a loud hum in my ears.
"I."
"Woodshop perhaps." Was suggested with vicious intent.
Good god. Please cue the natural disaster to rock the school and crack open the floor. Just a little bit. Just enough for me to fall through.
I stumbled out of my desk. Unstably. All eyes seeking mine out and walked the long walk to the exit. Yes, the walk of shame. I will have to make time to thank the people that generously offered to break the tense silence with their stifled snickers.
When I was finally out, I think I faintly heard Miroku's glossy voice saying something, but then again, I can't be sure.
Tear stung the back of my eyes and my nose tingled. It was so stupid really. Got the boot for dozing in class. It was a thoroughly humiliating experience that people tend to get a taste of time to time. Was I crying because from now on I will be able to add to my prestigious college application that I make a fine bird feeder with pinecones and Popsicle sticks? No? Or is it because suddenly my life has made more than just a few 180 degrees revolutions and left me spinning, confused and paralyzed. High stress levels from leading a life deviating from my norm. Christ. I scrubbed my face with vigorous force. I really hope it's not the latter. It would be shamefully weak and revolting of me if I were to be shedding tears because my singularly customary life for the first time in all my years, branched off from a regular course to an irregular one. If I couldn't deal with change, I probably deserved every bit of misery it brought.
After intentionally taking the longest path possible to the counselor's office, tears and such else now soiled the sleeve of my sweater rather than myself. Yes. I hardened my resolve and entered the administration building.
I could embrace change.
Sesshoumaru leisurely tucked his office summons into the back pocket of his jeans. At the moment he wasn't particularly thinking of Kagome, nor was the girl completely absent from his mind. The incident that had freshly occurred made him praise the teacher; at least this wasn't a wishy washy school where they nurtured empty-headed students. It was regretful that the girl with the heated voice he had bumped heads with before was inattentive and prone to tears, as he had expected of her, and most females in general. Women were either naturally cruel and dictative or weak willed doormats that read welcome. He hated those kind the most. The mindless bunch. There was no help for them really.
The sun was shining, the wind was crisp and for the second time he crossed paths with none other than the clumsy prototype of all females. He noted her ragged appearance and the faint, raw pink under her eyes a cool passing comment, ready on the tip of tongue, but he wasn't given the chance.
The girl lifted her head gloriously from the scrap of paper she was intently eyeing when she noticed him and paused.
"Woodshop has always been something of a closet fetish of mine." were the low, warm words that came out of her mouth.
She smiled one of those red and orange sunrise smiles. He really didn't know how else to describe it.
A/N: ah, is anyone still reading this? Eh, well that can't be helped. ^o^ A/N confession: I didn't feel like editing this short chapter. I am just that lazy. I prostrate myself at the reader for forgiveness.
Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha.
Chapter 14
[ "- -" these little things shall symbolize my want for italics. I do not know why my italics never show up on ff.net]
How unlucky I left this horrible fic at chapter 13. Well, I'm picking it back up only because I came across it recently and was surprised it didn't self delete on fanfiction.net. Honest to god, I can't believe I wrote this ^^;;; it pained me to reread my gradeschool level writing, grammatical orgyfest and embarrassing attempts at..dare I say it, humor.
The words on the page blurred. I was staring at the text much like how one would stare at one of those optical illusion 3-D spotty pictures that amount to nothing unless you cross your eyes. Well, yes I was very good at this you see, a unique talent maybe even. It also made me sleepy as hell.
A faded, dry voice could be heard somewhere in a faraway place. That didn't really matter. I was crossing my eyes and clearing my mind and goddamnit it was nice. I was going to fall asleep, which is seriously bad. Missing a lecture is bad. Being caught is bad. Doing designer drugs is bad. Ah, let's see what else is bad? Yes, my situation is bad. And that my friends was the last thought Kagome Higurashi before her hand slipped from the head it was supporting and her face slammed into the government textbook. Indeed. In the dead of the moment where notes were being copied off the board and a pin drop was like a volcanic eruption. My face met intimately with the U.S. constitution. A muffled thud, and it was all over for me.
"Kagome."
I sobered up so fast, that physically I expected my head to snap off.
"Yes, Mr. Partridge." I managed. I think my voice was shaking, but I can't be sure.
"This is the second time you have shown blatant disrespect for my class, the students and the course. I excused your tardy because your reputation has always spoken well of you, but I will not stand aside and let an -alleged- upright student -sleep- during class. Please excuse yourself to the counselors office to liberally reconsider taking a class better suited to your tastes."
My heart was beating so fast; it was more like a loud hum in my ears.
"I."
"Woodshop perhaps." Was suggested with vicious intent.
Good god. Please cue the natural disaster to rock the school and crack open the floor. Just a little bit. Just enough for me to fall through.
I stumbled out of my desk. Unstably. All eyes seeking mine out and walked the long walk to the exit. Yes, the walk of shame. I will have to make time to thank the people that generously offered to break the tense silence with their stifled snickers.
When I was finally out, I think I faintly heard Miroku's glossy voice saying something, but then again, I can't be sure.
Tear stung the back of my eyes and my nose tingled. It was so stupid really. Got the boot for dozing in class. It was a thoroughly humiliating experience that people tend to get a taste of time to time. Was I crying because from now on I will be able to add to my prestigious college application that I make a fine bird feeder with pinecones and Popsicle sticks? No? Or is it because suddenly my life has made more than just a few 180 degrees revolutions and left me spinning, confused and paralyzed. High stress levels from leading a life deviating from my norm. Christ. I scrubbed my face with vigorous force. I really hope it's not the latter. It would be shamefully weak and revolting of me if I were to be shedding tears because my singularly customary life for the first time in all my years, branched off from a regular course to an irregular one. If I couldn't deal with change, I probably deserved every bit of misery it brought.
After intentionally taking the longest path possible to the counselor's office, tears and such else now soiled the sleeve of my sweater rather than myself. Yes. I hardened my resolve and entered the administration building.
I could embrace change.
Sesshoumaru leisurely tucked his office summons into the back pocket of his jeans. At the moment he wasn't particularly thinking of Kagome, nor was the girl completely absent from his mind. The incident that had freshly occurred made him praise the teacher; at least this wasn't a wishy washy school where they nurtured empty-headed students. It was regretful that the girl with the heated voice he had bumped heads with before was inattentive and prone to tears, as he had expected of her, and most females in general. Women were either naturally cruel and dictative or weak willed doormats that read welcome. He hated those kind the most. The mindless bunch. There was no help for them really.
The sun was shining, the wind was crisp and for the second time he crossed paths with none other than the clumsy prototype of all females. He noted her ragged appearance and the faint, raw pink under her eyes a cool passing comment, ready on the tip of tongue, but he wasn't given the chance.
The girl lifted her head gloriously from the scrap of paper she was intently eyeing when she noticed him and paused.
"Woodshop has always been something of a closet fetish of mine." were the low, warm words that came out of her mouth.
She smiled one of those red and orange sunrise smiles. He really didn't know how else to describe it.
A/N: ah, is anyone still reading this? Eh, well that can't be helped. ^o^ A/N confession: I didn't feel like editing this short chapter. I am just that lazy. I prostrate myself at the reader for forgiveness.