Screw being Preppy, I'm Punk.
Hi. Name's Kagome Higurashi. I'm seventeen. I go to Shikon High. And I don't really give a fuck.
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A pretty girl with long black hair sped down the street in a purple jaguar. Stepping out of the car, she smiled and waved to a select few, while inwardly seething. Tomorrow was the day. She couldn't take it anymore. Stepping off to her classes, she faked ignoring the shadowy figure lounging in the tree above her. Knowing of the figure's hearing, she muttered so only he could hear.
"I'm sorry. I really am. I'll show those bastards."
Then, without even blinking, she walked on.
********* Kagome's POV:
After school today, I got in my Jag, and sped to the bank. I withdrew 4000 dollars. A fourth of my savings. Not a problem. I had an okay job. A year and it'd be back. Speeding off to the mall, I first headed into where my anti-prep friend Sango worked, Hot Topic.
"Sango, tomorrow. I need a new look. And call Miroku, Kohaku and Shippou. We'll need all the help we can get."
Practically squealing from delight, no, scratch that, she was squealing from delight, Sango yanked me into the dressing rooms, pulling about a jillion shirts, pants, accessories and piercings along the way. Shoving me in, she shouted out to me:
"Model! C'mon, we have a schedule!"
And so began the Hot Topic shopping frenzy.
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Later on, both laden with a ton of bags, we, got me pierced. While I was having them lay me down, Sango called up the guys. They were working on my car. They knew what I wanted, ever since that day, 2 weeks ago. They all worked at various places, so I had connections in the right spots. Not to mention that I've been friends with the mechanics kids for years, when I stuck up for them in 6th grade. They still owe me a favor, so this is it. But, back to the pierce place.
"Oh shit!"
Sango looked up, frantic. "What! Did they do something wrong?!"
I laughed so hard I almost split a rib. "No, I look awesome!"
Apparently calmed down, she sighed in relief. "Good!"
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Next up was the Skate Store. I got A few pairs of Pumas, and a skateboard. When Sango shot me a questioning look, I sighed.
"I've been boarding for thirteen years. Like preps would accept that. That's why I can rarley even come into Hot Topic anymore. Dumb bitches."
Sango let out a small smile.
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I came home around 3 AM. Good thing Mom worked the night shift. She wasn't due back until 4:30. Sneaking into my room, I fell asleep. The next morning, I got dressed. I looked. well. perfect! I had on a tight black shirt with red lettering that had the words: 'I'm a bitch. Deal.' Inscribed on it. Tight black pants, and black Pumas accented my studded wristbands and choker. And I suppose there was the fact my new shirt showed off my newly pierced belly button. Hot diamond in it. It matched my earrings. Then there was my car. Oh, damn, my hot car! It was now a shining black with red flames on the sides and customized plates that read out: 'BADGIRL' and had chains encircling them. Score.
I waited until about lunch, then sped into my car. I knew there would be gossip about my not being there. I was like a prep-princess. Ah, that term brought back memories. Bad ones.
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Two weeks ago, a punk boy by the name of Inuyasha had arrived at school with teartrails on his face. The other kids were awful to him, teasing him. He just kept silent. Not like him. Finally I cornered him after school. After trying to talk to him, I finally snapped.
"What the hell is your problem! All I want to know is why your so damn depressed! I happen to actually have a heart y'know!"
He turned to me. "Do you really want to know? Fine. How's this. My parents were just murdered. I came home to blood everywhere. My half-brother tried to kill me yesterday and now snotty little preppy-princess's like you are trying to fuck with my already awful damn month! GO AHEAD! Taunt me! I don't care! Just leave me alone." He turned and walked off. I looked at him. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I-I didn't know. I really didn't. And I'd never taunt someone about that."
He turned, and glared at me. "Prove it bitch. Prove your not like them. Show me and maybe I'll believe you do have a heart." And with that he walked off.
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I sighed. Pushing the car into park, I got my boombox out and prepared it. Holding the mic, I adjusted the sound projectors. I was ready. I had been singing Evanscence and other rap since I was 12. Here goes nothing. Revving the car, I sped forward. There was a small hill, seperating the school field from the street. I pushed the pedal forward.
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Hi. Name's Kagome Higurashi. I'm seventeen. I go to Shikon High. And I don't really give a fuck.
*********
A pretty girl with long black hair sped down the street in a purple jaguar. Stepping out of the car, she smiled and waved to a select few, while inwardly seething. Tomorrow was the day. She couldn't take it anymore. Stepping off to her classes, she faked ignoring the shadowy figure lounging in the tree above her. Knowing of the figure's hearing, she muttered so only he could hear.
"I'm sorry. I really am. I'll show those bastards."
Then, without even blinking, she walked on.
********* Kagome's POV:
After school today, I got in my Jag, and sped to the bank. I withdrew 4000 dollars. A fourth of my savings. Not a problem. I had an okay job. A year and it'd be back. Speeding off to the mall, I first headed into where my anti-prep friend Sango worked, Hot Topic.
"Sango, tomorrow. I need a new look. And call Miroku, Kohaku and Shippou. We'll need all the help we can get."
Practically squealing from delight, no, scratch that, she was squealing from delight, Sango yanked me into the dressing rooms, pulling about a jillion shirts, pants, accessories and piercings along the way. Shoving me in, she shouted out to me:
"Model! C'mon, we have a schedule!"
And so began the Hot Topic shopping frenzy.
*********
Later on, both laden with a ton of bags, we, got me pierced. While I was having them lay me down, Sango called up the guys. They were working on my car. They knew what I wanted, ever since that day, 2 weeks ago. They all worked at various places, so I had connections in the right spots. Not to mention that I've been friends with the mechanics kids for years, when I stuck up for them in 6th grade. They still owe me a favor, so this is it. But, back to the pierce place.
"Oh shit!"
Sango looked up, frantic. "What! Did they do something wrong?!"
I laughed so hard I almost split a rib. "No, I look awesome!"
Apparently calmed down, she sighed in relief. "Good!"
*********
Next up was the Skate Store. I got A few pairs of Pumas, and a skateboard. When Sango shot me a questioning look, I sighed.
"I've been boarding for thirteen years. Like preps would accept that. That's why I can rarley even come into Hot Topic anymore. Dumb bitches."
Sango let out a small smile.
*********
I came home around 3 AM. Good thing Mom worked the night shift. She wasn't due back until 4:30. Sneaking into my room, I fell asleep. The next morning, I got dressed. I looked. well. perfect! I had on a tight black shirt with red lettering that had the words: 'I'm a bitch. Deal.' Inscribed on it. Tight black pants, and black Pumas accented my studded wristbands and choker. And I suppose there was the fact my new shirt showed off my newly pierced belly button. Hot diamond in it. It matched my earrings. Then there was my car. Oh, damn, my hot car! It was now a shining black with red flames on the sides and customized plates that read out: 'BADGIRL' and had chains encircling them. Score.
I waited until about lunch, then sped into my car. I knew there would be gossip about my not being there. I was like a prep-princess. Ah, that term brought back memories. Bad ones.
*********
Two weeks ago, a punk boy by the name of Inuyasha had arrived at school with teartrails on his face. The other kids were awful to him, teasing him. He just kept silent. Not like him. Finally I cornered him after school. After trying to talk to him, I finally snapped.
"What the hell is your problem! All I want to know is why your so damn depressed! I happen to actually have a heart y'know!"
He turned to me. "Do you really want to know? Fine. How's this. My parents were just murdered. I came home to blood everywhere. My half-brother tried to kill me yesterday and now snotty little preppy-princess's like you are trying to fuck with my already awful damn month! GO AHEAD! Taunt me! I don't care! Just leave me alone." He turned and walked off. I looked at him. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I-I didn't know. I really didn't. And I'd never taunt someone about that."
He turned, and glared at me. "Prove it bitch. Prove your not like them. Show me and maybe I'll believe you do have a heart." And with that he walked off.
*********
I sighed. Pushing the car into park, I got my boombox out and prepared it. Holding the mic, I adjusted the sound projectors. I was ready. I had been singing Evanscence and other rap since I was 12. Here goes nothing. Revving the car, I sped forward. There was a small hill, seperating the school field from the street. I pushed the pedal forward.
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