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you read my other Inuyasha fanfic, you would know I am having some personal
problems. I will try my best to update more often. 'Hope you enjoy.
Youkai High: Starting at the Bottom
I was actually happy for once. My next class was English and English was always a good class for me. I generally got along with the English teacher and got good grades in it. And it was my only advanced class.
I casually entered and looked around to see the room was actually a normal color (*gasp* It is a miracle!) and the desks were clean, not decorated by gum like usual. I thought I had died and gone to heaven. To top it off, the most handsome man I have ever seen was standing by the blackboard.
"Hello," he greeted in a nice tone. "I am your teacher, Mr. Tsukiyama."
He held out his hand as for me to shake but all I could do was say, "Are you god?" The teacher gave me a strange look before I even realized what I said. I shook my head out of dreamland and after clearing my throat, I said, "I mean......... I am Kagome Higurashi. Nice to meet you." I gave his hand a firm shake even though I was really embarrassed.
I walked to my seat head down and cheeks red. If Kikyo ever found out about this, she would never let me live this down.
But lucky for me, I wasn't the only one doing that. Several girls walked in, hanging off their boyfriends but would suddenly stop in mid- sentence when they got a look at Mr. Tsukiyama. They would shove their boyfriends away and seemingly float up to the teacher.
The bell rang and everyone took their seats. Mr. Tsukiyama didn't even have to tell us to be quiet. The girls were too busy staring at him off in lala land and the boys were wondering what was up with their girlfriends that day.
I thought I had never seen such an attentive class. The girls were hanging on to every word that left Mr. Tsukiyama's mouth (and I hate to admit it but that included me) and still, the boys were confused about their girlfriends' behavior (poor lunks; they are so stupid, they will never figure it out).
But after what seemed to be such a short time with this beautiful man, the bell rang. I swear, every single girl in that classroom moaned in disappointment. We all slouched along not wanting to leave Mr. Tsukiyama. He was just too handsome to leave.
I finally forced myself through the door. I felt an emptiness in my heart. Oh my god, what am I saying? I am sounding like those preps I loathe. But I cannot help it; Mr. Tsukiyama had the looks of an angel.
I checked my schedule to see what I had next. First lunch! Yes! I was one of the lucky souls that was placed in first lunch. That means the food would still be warm and a bigger selection of what I would eat.
But as soon as I stepped into the line, I was disgusted. I swear the food gets worse every year. When I was in Elementary School, they treated us like we were royalty with food that looked and tasted like it could be gourmet. In middle school, the food was all right; basically normal, you could say. But now in high school, the food strangely resembled something I saw Rin make.
The lunch lady was slopping some mush that looked like fried dog crap on people's plate with a piece of burned paper. I think it was supposed to be ground beef on a tortilla. I think I have gone vegetarian for I don't believe I could ever eat meat again after this sight.
"What are ya' goin' ta' have?" the lunch lady asked.
"I'll......... I'll get a salad," I told her moving up in line. I looked at the salads. They didn't look much better. The lettuce was all brown, the tomatoes were orange, and I think something in it was moving.
I ended up buying two cookies and an ice cream sandwich. Kaede would have a heart attack if she saw what I was eating. But hey, I was being safe. I am pretty sure I would keel over and die if I ate some of the other food.
I looked around the lunchroom to finally notice Sango, Miroku, and Shippo.
"Thank god we have the same lunch," I told them as I sat down. The others nodded in agreement. We began chattering about our school day and somehow I kept drifting towards the subject of how hot my English teacher was. I swear Sango would shoot me if I mentioned him again.
We chose the wrong table for the bell was right overhead. This had to be my third time to have my ears blown up. I swear that bell sounds like they stuck a canary having an orgasm up to a recorder. Ya, it is that bad.
I walked with Sango and Miroku to our next classroom, History. History was my second best class so I wasn't dreading it. Now, I was just as surprised as in English when I stepped into the History class.
Now, whatever in there had to be extremely surprising if it could match the gorgeous Mr. Tsukiyama.
The teacher standing there had dyed maroon hair and wore a black vintage dress. Black eye shadow graced her eyes and a nose piercing glistened on her nose. All I could think (and I am sure Sango and Miroku were thinking this too), 'Man, she is cool.' She was writing something on the board. I tried to see what was on it but the teacher was pretty tall and I was unable to see over her shoulder.
"Please sit down," she said calmly in a low voice not even looking at us. We all just nodded almost mesmerized. A goth teacher. This has never ever happened in school history.
We took our usual seats in the back away from people. As the people entered, they all began to snicker. What preps.
"Hello, class," the teacher said when the bell rang. "As the board says, my name is Mrs. Alexandrius, your World History Advanced teacher." Mrs. Alexandrius went over the rules but Kagome wasn't really listening. Like with Mr. Tsukiyama, Kagome was still trying to infer about how she got such a cool teacher.
Kagome wished this period would never end or she could have Mrs. Alexandrius and Mr. Tsukiyama could be all her teachers.
"Now class, I would like to get to know you. Say your name, your age, and some things about you. I will start. My name is Claudia Alexandrius and I am 28. I am married to a wonderful man. Antonio Alexandrius and I have two children, Aida, 6, and Armando, 2. My first language is Spanish and I moved to America when I turned 14."
People around the class chattered on and on about their lives when it came to their turn. Finally it got to my group.
"Um......... I am Kagome Higurashi and I am 14 and......... there is nothing much about me," I said uneasily.
"Nothing interesting at all?" Mrs. Alexandrius raised an eyebrow.
"Guess being a triplet is interesting," I replied with a shrug.
"You should say the Miko thing," Sango whispered to me.
I looked at her incredulously. "Are you insane?"
"Is there something else you would like to share Ms. Higurashi?" Mrs. Alexandrius asked. I quickly shook my head no. "Okay........."
The rest of class was just the introductions left to do and an overview of what they were going to do in class. I was glad to see they were going really in depth into ancient history.
My good mood suddenly became despaired when I saw my next class. Physical Education, my most dreaded class that I was never able to make even a C in it. And the bell rang. Oh shit.
I dawdled through the halls. I didn't want to go, I didn't want to go, I didn't want to go......... and no one can make me!
That is when I remembered Shippo. I couldn't abandon him and skip. This sucks.
I am horrified about wearing my gym uniform. Like the school food, it gets worse every year. In elementary school, you could wear your usual clothes to gym, in middle school, you had to wear a black shirt with red shorts or pants, and this year, *shudder* you have to wear a black shirt with the shortest red shorts I have ever seen. If you know me, you know I think I am fat and cover up. Short shorts are just not my thing.
Good thing for me, today the PE teacher did not make us dress out.
Now, don't even get me started on the PE teacher. Her name was Ms. Bittis and she looked like she had taken a bit too many steroids. Her voice was low, her hair real short, and she seemed a bit too masculine. I think this is where you could use the phrase, 'Don't drop the soap.'
"I expect everyone here to work hard and participate!" she yelled like we weren't sitting only two feet away. "If you don't do nothin', you won't get nothin'!" I had to resist the urge to tell her she was using a double negative there. "Now, we will start off with football," Football, the grown up men's way of playing teletubbies. "Next we will move on to volleyball," Volleyball, the easiest way to get brain damage. "Then, we will start soccer," Soccer, trying to get a small ball into a large net; oh so hard. "And lastly, hockey." I grinned evilly to myself. I liked hockey. You could hit people with sticks in it. Hehehehe.
I do not believe I have heard anything as annoying as Ms. Bittis ramble on and on. Every time she started a sentence she would go really low and slur up to a still low but not as deep sound.
The bell finally rang after an eternity. I was eternally grateful to be out of the class.
One more class to go.
By Latin class, I was utterly exhausted and couldn't wait to go home......... er, well, at least, get out of school. Maybe get something edible to eat.
My Latin teacher was a cute, old man (yes, cute; not cute as like little cute but old cute). He looked like it was about time for him to retire or maybe even die. I don't mean that in a malicious way but just in a sympathetic way. He seemed like he could be my great grandfather.
"What is your name?" he asked me when I entered in a sort of crackling voice.
"I am Kagome Higurashi." The man pushed his glasses up on his nose and looked at a list in his shaking hands.
"Ah......... yes, Ms. Higurashi. It is ni........." the teacher trailed off in his sentence and began to mumble something to himself.
Just as I was about to take a seat in the back, I saw there was a seating chart in this class, too. What is with old people and seating charts? Seriously, it is not going to help much. It might even make a person go insane.
I saw I was sitting nowhere near Sango or Miroku. He had us spread out on all four corners of the classroom. And once again, I did not like who I was seated by.
This time, though, I actually knew the person I was sitting by. Inuyasha, and he was just as creepy as Kouga (especially after that thought I read off him). Plus, he was a complete jerk, sooo.........
I swear when I sat down that that seat was going to break underneath me. I mean I am not that fat or heavy or anything like that but these seats were so old (kind of like the teacher and the language) that one blow could utterly destroy it.
Like usual, the bell rang and everyone moved to their seats. But it seemed like the teacher didn't realize it rung. He was still mumbling to himself and was rummaging through some papers. Everyone snickered and I saw Inuyasha high five his friend by him.
After about ten minutes, one of those geeky kids everyone makes fun of raised his hand trying to get the teacher's attention. That didn't do much. "Um......... sir?" he called. "Sir? The bell rung."
"Wha?" the teacher looked up at the nerd and squinted trying to see the kid who was talking.
"The bell rung!" the nerd said.
"Wha?"
"The bell Rung!"
"Huh?"
"THE BELL!!!"
"Oh! The bell!" the teacher exclaimed. "Why didn't you say so?" The nerd just sighed as everyone around him felt like pummeling him. "Hello everybody! I am Mr. Cart.......... What was it again? Oh yes, Mr., Carter and this is a Latin class."
Kagome sighed. It was true; things that are dead should stay dead.
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Youkai High: Starting at the Bottom
I was actually happy for once. My next class was English and English was always a good class for me. I generally got along with the English teacher and got good grades in it. And it was my only advanced class.
I casually entered and looked around to see the room was actually a normal color (*gasp* It is a miracle!) and the desks were clean, not decorated by gum like usual. I thought I had died and gone to heaven. To top it off, the most handsome man I have ever seen was standing by the blackboard.
"Hello," he greeted in a nice tone. "I am your teacher, Mr. Tsukiyama."
He held out his hand as for me to shake but all I could do was say, "Are you god?" The teacher gave me a strange look before I even realized what I said. I shook my head out of dreamland and after clearing my throat, I said, "I mean......... I am Kagome Higurashi. Nice to meet you." I gave his hand a firm shake even though I was really embarrassed.
I walked to my seat head down and cheeks red. If Kikyo ever found out about this, she would never let me live this down.
But lucky for me, I wasn't the only one doing that. Several girls walked in, hanging off their boyfriends but would suddenly stop in mid- sentence when they got a look at Mr. Tsukiyama. They would shove their boyfriends away and seemingly float up to the teacher.
The bell rang and everyone took their seats. Mr. Tsukiyama didn't even have to tell us to be quiet. The girls were too busy staring at him off in lala land and the boys were wondering what was up with their girlfriends that day.
I thought I had never seen such an attentive class. The girls were hanging on to every word that left Mr. Tsukiyama's mouth (and I hate to admit it but that included me) and still, the boys were confused about their girlfriends' behavior (poor lunks; they are so stupid, they will never figure it out).
But after what seemed to be such a short time with this beautiful man, the bell rang. I swear, every single girl in that classroom moaned in disappointment. We all slouched along not wanting to leave Mr. Tsukiyama. He was just too handsome to leave.
I finally forced myself through the door. I felt an emptiness in my heart. Oh my god, what am I saying? I am sounding like those preps I loathe. But I cannot help it; Mr. Tsukiyama had the looks of an angel.
I checked my schedule to see what I had next. First lunch! Yes! I was one of the lucky souls that was placed in first lunch. That means the food would still be warm and a bigger selection of what I would eat.
But as soon as I stepped into the line, I was disgusted. I swear the food gets worse every year. When I was in Elementary School, they treated us like we were royalty with food that looked and tasted like it could be gourmet. In middle school, the food was all right; basically normal, you could say. But now in high school, the food strangely resembled something I saw Rin make.
The lunch lady was slopping some mush that looked like fried dog crap on people's plate with a piece of burned paper. I think it was supposed to be ground beef on a tortilla. I think I have gone vegetarian for I don't believe I could ever eat meat again after this sight.
"What are ya' goin' ta' have?" the lunch lady asked.
"I'll......... I'll get a salad," I told her moving up in line. I looked at the salads. They didn't look much better. The lettuce was all brown, the tomatoes were orange, and I think something in it was moving.
I ended up buying two cookies and an ice cream sandwich. Kaede would have a heart attack if she saw what I was eating. But hey, I was being safe. I am pretty sure I would keel over and die if I ate some of the other food.
I looked around the lunchroom to finally notice Sango, Miroku, and Shippo.
"Thank god we have the same lunch," I told them as I sat down. The others nodded in agreement. We began chattering about our school day and somehow I kept drifting towards the subject of how hot my English teacher was. I swear Sango would shoot me if I mentioned him again.
We chose the wrong table for the bell was right overhead. This had to be my third time to have my ears blown up. I swear that bell sounds like they stuck a canary having an orgasm up to a recorder. Ya, it is that bad.
I walked with Sango and Miroku to our next classroom, History. History was my second best class so I wasn't dreading it. Now, I was just as surprised as in English when I stepped into the History class.
Now, whatever in there had to be extremely surprising if it could match the gorgeous Mr. Tsukiyama.
The teacher standing there had dyed maroon hair and wore a black vintage dress. Black eye shadow graced her eyes and a nose piercing glistened on her nose. All I could think (and I am sure Sango and Miroku were thinking this too), 'Man, she is cool.' She was writing something on the board. I tried to see what was on it but the teacher was pretty tall and I was unable to see over her shoulder.
"Please sit down," she said calmly in a low voice not even looking at us. We all just nodded almost mesmerized. A goth teacher. This has never ever happened in school history.
We took our usual seats in the back away from people. As the people entered, they all began to snicker. What preps.
"Hello, class," the teacher said when the bell rang. "As the board says, my name is Mrs. Alexandrius, your World History Advanced teacher." Mrs. Alexandrius went over the rules but Kagome wasn't really listening. Like with Mr. Tsukiyama, Kagome was still trying to infer about how she got such a cool teacher.
Kagome wished this period would never end or she could have Mrs. Alexandrius and Mr. Tsukiyama could be all her teachers.
"Now class, I would like to get to know you. Say your name, your age, and some things about you. I will start. My name is Claudia Alexandrius and I am 28. I am married to a wonderful man. Antonio Alexandrius and I have two children, Aida, 6, and Armando, 2. My first language is Spanish and I moved to America when I turned 14."
People around the class chattered on and on about their lives when it came to their turn. Finally it got to my group.
"Um......... I am Kagome Higurashi and I am 14 and......... there is nothing much about me," I said uneasily.
"Nothing interesting at all?" Mrs. Alexandrius raised an eyebrow.
"Guess being a triplet is interesting," I replied with a shrug.
"You should say the Miko thing," Sango whispered to me.
I looked at her incredulously. "Are you insane?"
"Is there something else you would like to share Ms. Higurashi?" Mrs. Alexandrius asked. I quickly shook my head no. "Okay........."
The rest of class was just the introductions left to do and an overview of what they were going to do in class. I was glad to see they were going really in depth into ancient history.
My good mood suddenly became despaired when I saw my next class. Physical Education, my most dreaded class that I was never able to make even a C in it. And the bell rang. Oh shit.
I dawdled through the halls. I didn't want to go, I didn't want to go, I didn't want to go......... and no one can make me!
That is when I remembered Shippo. I couldn't abandon him and skip. This sucks.
I am horrified about wearing my gym uniform. Like the school food, it gets worse every year. In elementary school, you could wear your usual clothes to gym, in middle school, you had to wear a black shirt with red shorts or pants, and this year, *shudder* you have to wear a black shirt with the shortest red shorts I have ever seen. If you know me, you know I think I am fat and cover up. Short shorts are just not my thing.
Good thing for me, today the PE teacher did not make us dress out.
Now, don't even get me started on the PE teacher. Her name was Ms. Bittis and she looked like she had taken a bit too many steroids. Her voice was low, her hair real short, and she seemed a bit too masculine. I think this is where you could use the phrase, 'Don't drop the soap.'
"I expect everyone here to work hard and participate!" she yelled like we weren't sitting only two feet away. "If you don't do nothin', you won't get nothin'!" I had to resist the urge to tell her she was using a double negative there. "Now, we will start off with football," Football, the grown up men's way of playing teletubbies. "Next we will move on to volleyball," Volleyball, the easiest way to get brain damage. "Then, we will start soccer," Soccer, trying to get a small ball into a large net; oh so hard. "And lastly, hockey." I grinned evilly to myself. I liked hockey. You could hit people with sticks in it. Hehehehe.
I do not believe I have heard anything as annoying as Ms. Bittis ramble on and on. Every time she started a sentence she would go really low and slur up to a still low but not as deep sound.
The bell finally rang after an eternity. I was eternally grateful to be out of the class.
One more class to go.
By Latin class, I was utterly exhausted and couldn't wait to go home......... er, well, at least, get out of school. Maybe get something edible to eat.
My Latin teacher was a cute, old man (yes, cute; not cute as like little cute but old cute). He looked like it was about time for him to retire or maybe even die. I don't mean that in a malicious way but just in a sympathetic way. He seemed like he could be my great grandfather.
"What is your name?" he asked me when I entered in a sort of crackling voice.
"I am Kagome Higurashi." The man pushed his glasses up on his nose and looked at a list in his shaking hands.
"Ah......... yes, Ms. Higurashi. It is ni........." the teacher trailed off in his sentence and began to mumble something to himself.
Just as I was about to take a seat in the back, I saw there was a seating chart in this class, too. What is with old people and seating charts? Seriously, it is not going to help much. It might even make a person go insane.
I saw I was sitting nowhere near Sango or Miroku. He had us spread out on all four corners of the classroom. And once again, I did not like who I was seated by.
This time, though, I actually knew the person I was sitting by. Inuyasha, and he was just as creepy as Kouga (especially after that thought I read off him). Plus, he was a complete jerk, sooo.........
I swear when I sat down that that seat was going to break underneath me. I mean I am not that fat or heavy or anything like that but these seats were so old (kind of like the teacher and the language) that one blow could utterly destroy it.
Like usual, the bell rang and everyone moved to their seats. But it seemed like the teacher didn't realize it rung. He was still mumbling to himself and was rummaging through some papers. Everyone snickered and I saw Inuyasha high five his friend by him.
After about ten minutes, one of those geeky kids everyone makes fun of raised his hand trying to get the teacher's attention. That didn't do much. "Um......... sir?" he called. "Sir? The bell rung."
"Wha?" the teacher looked up at the nerd and squinted trying to see the kid who was talking.
"The bell rung!" the nerd said.
"Wha?"
"The bell Rung!"
"Huh?"
"THE BELL!!!"
"Oh! The bell!" the teacher exclaimed. "Why didn't you say so?" The nerd just sighed as everyone around him felt like pummeling him. "Hello everybody! I am Mr. Cart.......... What was it again? Oh yes, Mr., Carter and this is a Latin class."
Kagome sighed. It was true; things that are dead should stay dead.
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I hope you liked it. Please leave a review telling me what you think. I will try my best to update more often.