"Okay, first class of the day..Hmmm... Aha! I knew it! Well..Sorta. So my first class is History, huh? Its okay I guess.."

You know how when you talk to yourself people start thinking you've gone insane? Well I pretty much have. I've been talking to myself for about an hour alone in my bedroom, and in another hour I had to start out of the house to catch the bus to school. I've had insomnia tonight and haven't gotten any sleep.

I sighed and stood up, stretching like a cat.

"Well now I suppose its time I took a shower and started getting ready.." I wonder how my new teachers would react to me talking to myself..

I went and took a shower and came out in my towel over to my closet, slanting a look at my clock again and poked at the time difference.

'Thirty more minutes.' I thought to myself, sniffing around in my bulging closet. Finally it looked as though I had made a dent it my clothes and found my fishnet shirt along with a black tank top and leather mini-skirt. Then I headed over to my small clothes cabnit and looked for my fishnet hoes. After finding those I went in search of foot wear.

I never mentioned how much I loved boots did I? Well, lets just say I love them about as much as I love my dear bellybutton ring. And steel toed ones were better. They inflicted pain. Pain was goooooood.

I started to get paranoid when I couldn't find my boots. My boots were my world. I got panicked.

"Mom!?!?!?!" I so much as screeched. I needed my boots. I'll admit to my addiction to find my boots. Need my boots. The mantra ran through my head.

Boots were essential to high school. If someone pissed you off, you in return, could break their knee cap. I grinned. Or any other part of their anatomy. I dropped to the floor searching for them, crawling on all fours through my completely distructed room. An idea hit me and I smacked myself up side of my head.

"Ofcourse!" I said out loud, and then rooting myself in another direction in the floor towards my bed. Hey, you'll never know what you'd find in a messy room, and I wasn't taking any chances if I did find anything.

Finally I stood up again and just walked to my bed, time was running out and no matter how much I tried to lie to myself.

I wanted to go to school that day. Wierd and Spooky. I shuddered.

Blah, Blah, Blah, My boots were under my bed, I put them on... Hell even I get tired of stating the obvious. I ran down stairs and grabbed a pop-tart my mom was holding out for me, along with a five dollar bill. Lunches weren't cheap.

"Thanks Momma, I'll be home by four-thirty, kay?!" I called on my way out the door. I heard a distinct mutter of 'Yes dear' and went on my way to the bus stop.

What I saw when I got there, though, THAT was new. There was yet another guy sitting in my bench spot. Not that I liked the damn bench, it was the point, he was in MY chair.

I grumped to myself a little and settled for sitting beside him, if not slouched half-way off the bench to make sure that no physical contact was made, and I happily nibbled on my pop-tart.

The guy started giving me sideways glances, and then glancing away when I caught him at it. I scooched away further. Wacko. The bus would look like a god if it showed up now, I thought silently looking him over. Good looking, and he looked like the classic punk-boy rocker, you know the kind of guy that just does totally stupid shit to piss people off. Well.. He looked like an dumb-ass too, but I wasn't going to enitiate conversation with him to find out.

I ignored him and paid more attention to my neglected pop-tart. Yummy.

About fifteen minutes later, the bus still wasn't there, the strange guy next to me got a phone call. I listened in openly.

He took out his cell phone, looking at the screen breifly with a confused face and then answered it.

"Whats wrong?" He asked. A second later relief flashed in his eyes and a smile graced his face.

"Thanks for telling me Mom, I'll be late but at least I'll get there." Another pause.

A wide grin pasted on his face he nodded vigoriously to the person on the other line and after realizing what he was doing he said 'Yes' to something.

"Okay, I'll be there in around five minutes. Okay, bye Mom." He hung up and pushed the cell phone back into his pocket, and he started looking at me again.

"What?" I asked grumpily. I had run out of pop-tart to nibble on about ten minutes ago and had sat there with nothing to do but glare at the sidewalk.

"The bus got delayed and won't be here until twelve in the afternoon. You wanna wait or you wanna catch a ride with me to school? You do go to Shikon High, right?"

I nodded slowly.

"Well my Mom just gave me permission to take her SUV to school since she has to babysit my little brother, and well... Do you want a ride?"

I saw my inner Kagome raise an eyebrow and then shrug carelessly.

"Sure." I nodded.

I got up and started following him around our neighborhood. "Whats your name anyway?"

I glared at the back of his head. "Kagome. Yours?"

He turned back and grinned a smile that could match my own cheesy grin.

"Miroku."