Sorry for the long wait! I want to thank Araki-chan, lantisluver7, Red
Wolf, soli, Kawaii Demon, mar, M, QueenofHearts747, sk8erkay18, and inu+kag
always 4ever. I will try to stop being a lazy ass and write more often. I
hope you enjoy this next chapter. And inu+kag, I don't know why I called
it Youkai High. I was having trouble with names (I didn't want to use
Shikon High or anything like that because it has been used too often) and
Youkai High was the only name I could think of.
Youkai High: Starting at the Bottom
My group made our way down the hall looking for our lockers. Already, we were scaring people. I guess that is the way I like it. People to be scared of me, not getting too close.
Shippo is the only one in the group that isn't Goth. I can't blame him. He is only eight-years-old and normal eight-year-old doesn't want to wear all black all the time. He wears Power Ranger and Star Wars t-shirts most of the time.
Sango is a bit taller then my 5'5". Standing at 5'7". Over the summer, I see she got a new trench coat, which today she is wearing with a white t-shirt that has some smarmy comment on it (I think today it is, "I know you are staring at my chest, jerk") and long, black jeans with tattered ends from dragging on the floor.
Miroku is my longest friend and that is how he, the biggest pervert in all of time, is in my group. His left ear pierced all the way up (and don't ever call him gay because he will beat you up in a flash) and today, he is wearing his olive green army pants with a black t-shirt that says something along the lines of, "Stupidity is not a crime. You are free to go."
Now, we aren't wannabe punks (they really piss us off) or anything. We are the real thing, full-blooded goths. We can talk about doom and gloom anytime. I mean we aren't always like that but we can get really depressing.
I finally got to my locker. I look over the combination to this crappy thing and let me say, the inside is not any better then the outside (if anything, it is worse). The outside, the paint is crumbing off and gum has been pushed the sides. The inside is dirty and who knows what substances have touched this thing. I think in the back is a year old lunch that smells like crap and of course, there is more gum inside. Ew.
The bell rings, if you can call it a bell. Of course, the damn thing is right by my locker so it nearly blows my eardrums out. I can already tell that this day will suck.
My first class is Algebra 1 Honors. Unlike my sisters, I totally suck at math so I am always put in the lowest math class. They are in something like geometry (no, they took that last year), you know, just something advanced.
The classroom is painted the color of piss. I don't think it is meant to be that way but other the years, the yellow color has been mutilated. The teacher is an old lady who looks like she could be the Wicked Witch of the West's twin. She has ruler that she holds in her wrinkly old hands tapping it down every once in awhile.
I look at the seating chart. 3rd row, 2nd column. I am by someone named. Kouga. I took my seat and watched as a bunch load of people came in. Most of them are freshmen like me but there are a few that look like they could be older... like the one, Kouga who sat by me.
"Hello... I believe it is Kagome, which let me assure you is a very pretty name," Kouga greeted. I stared at him incredulously. What the hell is he on? "My name is Kouga and I am an exchange student."
"From tenth grade?" I asked hoping that might stop him from bugging me.
To my surprise, Kouga laughed. "You are quite the funny one. So are you a ninth grader because if you are, you are the most beautiful one I have ever seen."
I couldn't believe it. This guy seriously must be on some sort of hallucinogen if he was flirting with me, scary goth girl who people tended to avoid.
Now if this was Sango Kouga was being coy with, she would have just told him to fuck off. But believe it or not, I can't be rude. I say, "excuse me" when I'm shoving through people and say, "thank you" when I get tests. It is just in my system to be polite. So what am I supposed to say to some creep who I want to leave me alone. Please shut up?
I ended up giving him an uneasy smile before turning to face the front. Maybe just staring pointlessly ahead and ignoring him will make Kouga leave me be.
"Good morning, class. I am Miss Finn, your math teacher. Now, this year won't be easy let me assure you and I will not tolerate any goofing around in my class. Now, when I call your name, you will answer with a 'here', no 'present' or 'hi' or anything like that," Miss Finn said her voice crackling.
Some of the guys in my class began snickering. I have to admit; it is sort of funny to see how... evil (for lack of a better word) this old, petite lady could be. But them laughing was a mistake.
CRACK!
Everyone was startled when Miss Finn brought her ruler firmly down onto her desk. "What part goofing around will not be tolerated do you people not understand?" she screeched. I'm not sure if my ears are hurting more from her ruler or from her screaming. "Now sit in your seats and be quiet! Understand?"
Everyone nodded their heads, petrified.
This period seemed to drag on. Miss Finn was going over all the things we were going to learn this year and the things we should know. Not one person made a peep through her lecture, though and I thank god for that. I don't think my ears can take any more of her shrieking.
When the bell finally rang, I grabbed my bag and raced out of the room before Kouga had a chance to get me. So let me see, my first class is already going to be hell. And I wonder what the next one... will be like.
My next class is science. Thank god the room isn't the same color as the last one. Those walls are going to drive me insane (well more insane then I already am). I actually have friends in this class, Sango and Miroku.
When I entered, I immediately looked at the board and was relieved to see there was no seating chart. One class where I would be spared from sitting by a creep.
I sat down in the back row and was soon joined by Sango and Miroku. Sango is already fuming, which is never a good sign.
"What happened now?" I asked her. She looked at me disbelieving like I should already know.
"Miroku sits behind me in English and today while our teacher was in the middle of her speech, he touched my butt making me scream! And the teacher got pissed off at me for disrupting her class and gave me a detention," Sango told me infuriated.
"Sango, I didn't mean it! Please forgive me!" Miroku whined but was answered by a glare.
I snorted trying to hold me laughter back (I do that a lot and it is really embarrassing) and I received a glare, too.
"It is not funny, Kagome."
I let out a laugh and had to cover my mouth. Once I got a hold of myself, I replied, "Of course not, Sango. Where did you ever get the idea that I think that was funny?" Once again, I received a glare.
"Quiet down, class!" the teacher called. She was quite a bit younger then my last teacher, probably in her mid-thirties, and had bleached blonde hair and fake, pink nails (*shudder*). "I am Mrs. Alonzo and I will be your science teacher this year." She spoke really slowly acting like we were stupid or something like that. What a bitch. "Now, I will call role now. Please answer when I call your name."
She finally came down to my name and said, "Higurashi, Kagome?" I raised my hand and she squealed. "Oh, I have heard so much about you!" I blinked. What the hell was she talking about? "All the awards you have won and how smart you are. But what are you doing in this science class? Shouldn't you be in the advanced one?"
It took me awhile to realize what she was talking about but then it suddenly hit me. She was confusing me with Kikyo.
"That is Kikyo, Miss Alonzo. I'm Ka-go-me, the other triplet," I told her.
"Oh... So it is Kikyo," Miss Alonzo pondered. My god, is she retarded? "I'm sorry, Kagome, I am so bad with names."
Sango was now laughing and I sent her my own version of a death glare.
"Payback," she whispered and I replied with a dry laugh.
I hate my life; I hate, hate, hate, hate it!
~*~
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Youkai High: Starting at the Bottom
My group made our way down the hall looking for our lockers. Already, we were scaring people. I guess that is the way I like it. People to be scared of me, not getting too close.
Shippo is the only one in the group that isn't Goth. I can't blame him. He is only eight-years-old and normal eight-year-old doesn't want to wear all black all the time. He wears Power Ranger and Star Wars t-shirts most of the time.
Sango is a bit taller then my 5'5". Standing at 5'7". Over the summer, I see she got a new trench coat, which today she is wearing with a white t-shirt that has some smarmy comment on it (I think today it is, "I know you are staring at my chest, jerk") and long, black jeans with tattered ends from dragging on the floor.
Miroku is my longest friend and that is how he, the biggest pervert in all of time, is in my group. His left ear pierced all the way up (and don't ever call him gay because he will beat you up in a flash) and today, he is wearing his olive green army pants with a black t-shirt that says something along the lines of, "Stupidity is not a crime. You are free to go."
Now, we aren't wannabe punks (they really piss us off) or anything. We are the real thing, full-blooded goths. We can talk about doom and gloom anytime. I mean we aren't always like that but we can get really depressing.
I finally got to my locker. I look over the combination to this crappy thing and let me say, the inside is not any better then the outside (if anything, it is worse). The outside, the paint is crumbing off and gum has been pushed the sides. The inside is dirty and who knows what substances have touched this thing. I think in the back is a year old lunch that smells like crap and of course, there is more gum inside. Ew.
The bell rings, if you can call it a bell. Of course, the damn thing is right by my locker so it nearly blows my eardrums out. I can already tell that this day will suck.
My first class is Algebra 1 Honors. Unlike my sisters, I totally suck at math so I am always put in the lowest math class. They are in something like geometry (no, they took that last year), you know, just something advanced.
The classroom is painted the color of piss. I don't think it is meant to be that way but other the years, the yellow color has been mutilated. The teacher is an old lady who looks like she could be the Wicked Witch of the West's twin. She has ruler that she holds in her wrinkly old hands tapping it down every once in awhile.
I look at the seating chart. 3rd row, 2nd column. I am by someone named. Kouga. I took my seat and watched as a bunch load of people came in. Most of them are freshmen like me but there are a few that look like they could be older... like the one, Kouga who sat by me.
"Hello... I believe it is Kagome, which let me assure you is a very pretty name," Kouga greeted. I stared at him incredulously. What the hell is he on? "My name is Kouga and I am an exchange student."
"From tenth grade?" I asked hoping that might stop him from bugging me.
To my surprise, Kouga laughed. "You are quite the funny one. So are you a ninth grader because if you are, you are the most beautiful one I have ever seen."
I couldn't believe it. This guy seriously must be on some sort of hallucinogen if he was flirting with me, scary goth girl who people tended to avoid.
Now if this was Sango Kouga was being coy with, she would have just told him to fuck off. But believe it or not, I can't be rude. I say, "excuse me" when I'm shoving through people and say, "thank you" when I get tests. It is just in my system to be polite. So what am I supposed to say to some creep who I want to leave me alone. Please shut up?
I ended up giving him an uneasy smile before turning to face the front. Maybe just staring pointlessly ahead and ignoring him will make Kouga leave me be.
"Good morning, class. I am Miss Finn, your math teacher. Now, this year won't be easy let me assure you and I will not tolerate any goofing around in my class. Now, when I call your name, you will answer with a 'here', no 'present' or 'hi' or anything like that," Miss Finn said her voice crackling.
Some of the guys in my class began snickering. I have to admit; it is sort of funny to see how... evil (for lack of a better word) this old, petite lady could be. But them laughing was a mistake.
CRACK!
Everyone was startled when Miss Finn brought her ruler firmly down onto her desk. "What part goofing around will not be tolerated do you people not understand?" she screeched. I'm not sure if my ears are hurting more from her ruler or from her screaming. "Now sit in your seats and be quiet! Understand?"
Everyone nodded their heads, petrified.
This period seemed to drag on. Miss Finn was going over all the things we were going to learn this year and the things we should know. Not one person made a peep through her lecture, though and I thank god for that. I don't think my ears can take any more of her shrieking.
When the bell finally rang, I grabbed my bag and raced out of the room before Kouga had a chance to get me. So let me see, my first class is already going to be hell. And I wonder what the next one... will be like.
My next class is science. Thank god the room isn't the same color as the last one. Those walls are going to drive me insane (well more insane then I already am). I actually have friends in this class, Sango and Miroku.
When I entered, I immediately looked at the board and was relieved to see there was no seating chart. One class where I would be spared from sitting by a creep.
I sat down in the back row and was soon joined by Sango and Miroku. Sango is already fuming, which is never a good sign.
"What happened now?" I asked her. She looked at me disbelieving like I should already know.
"Miroku sits behind me in English and today while our teacher was in the middle of her speech, he touched my butt making me scream! And the teacher got pissed off at me for disrupting her class and gave me a detention," Sango told me infuriated.
"Sango, I didn't mean it! Please forgive me!" Miroku whined but was answered by a glare.
I snorted trying to hold me laughter back (I do that a lot and it is really embarrassing) and I received a glare, too.
"It is not funny, Kagome."
I let out a laugh and had to cover my mouth. Once I got a hold of myself, I replied, "Of course not, Sango. Where did you ever get the idea that I think that was funny?" Once again, I received a glare.
"Quiet down, class!" the teacher called. She was quite a bit younger then my last teacher, probably in her mid-thirties, and had bleached blonde hair and fake, pink nails (*shudder*). "I am Mrs. Alonzo and I will be your science teacher this year." She spoke really slowly acting like we were stupid or something like that. What a bitch. "Now, I will call role now. Please answer when I call your name."
She finally came down to my name and said, "Higurashi, Kagome?" I raised my hand and she squealed. "Oh, I have heard so much about you!" I blinked. What the hell was she talking about? "All the awards you have won and how smart you are. But what are you doing in this science class? Shouldn't you be in the advanced one?"
It took me awhile to realize what she was talking about but then it suddenly hit me. She was confusing me with Kikyo.
"That is Kikyo, Miss Alonzo. I'm Ka-go-me, the other triplet," I told her.
"Oh... So it is Kikyo," Miss Alonzo pondered. My god, is she retarded? "I'm sorry, Kagome, I am so bad with names."
Sango was now laughing and I sent her my own version of a death glare.
"Payback," she whispered and I replied with a dry laugh.
I hate my life; I hate, hate, hate, hate it!
~*~
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