Guess what people! I have no school this week! I am so happy! So happy, that I am going to write a new chapter! YAY REGENTS WEEK!!!
(BIGGGGGGGG A/N: I am very sorry about the last chapter 3. I only wrote the first chapter, the answers to the reviews and stopped. My friend, who shall remain nameless, named Sam, decided it would be fun for her to write the rest of it. I only found out about it today. I feel sorry for anyone who actually read the fakeness and reviewed. Thank u though.)
Disclaimer: I tried to sniff coke once, but the ice cubes got in the way.
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Lets recap on this whole situation for a moment shall we?
1) My mom meets the jerk of the century
2) My mom marries the jerk of the century
3) My mom moves in with the jerk of the century
4) I have to move in with my mom and the jerk of the century and leave my friend and her extremely cute brother
5) My new brother is a reflection on his father, and in my book becomes the runner-up for jerk of the century
6) My room doesn't match!!!
What else could possibly go wrong, you ask? Wait and find out.
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So what if I was just trying to be friendly since he had gone and painted my room and spent his money on me. After all, blue and yellow really are my favorite colors, but where the hell will you ever see me putting them together. Come on now, has he never heard of color scheming? Where the hell is the style channel when you need it?
Also, just for the sake of my sanity (and yours), I am skipping ahead to later on that night because, my life is just that boring. And plus, do you really need to know that I had mashed potatoes with gravy and macaroni and cheese for dinner that night? No, you don't.
After dinner my mom and step-dad said that they were going out to the movies so me and Miroku could get better acquainted with each other.
Translation: They are going so they could make-out in a dark area where none of their children could walk in on them. Think tongue action, though I really don't want to go into detail about my mother's kissing habits.
Shortly after they left, Miroku said that he was going out for pizza. My question is, didn't we just have dinner? His answer was, "Yeah, but I'm still hungry. You have a problem with that?" What an asshole.
I know that he hates me and all, but he can't be the only one to get out of the house, so I am making him take me along. Maybe I could meet a friend so that I could get away from him. Lord knows that it would be in the best interest of the world if I did before a fight breaks out.
You see, before I moved, I had a little problem with my fists. For some odd reason, they just had this strange urge to make connections with peoples faces. It was never really my fault, because, as my old guidance counselor told me, I have some sort of anger-management problems to work out. But, if you think about it, I can't really be my anger management problem if people keep picking on me. It's not really my fault if I am so cute that people hate on me so much that they want to fight with me.
I remember this one time, I was in school sitting by a tree, reading a wonderful book that I can't remember right now, minding my own business, when this girl comes up to me and starts yelling about her natural beauty being tarnished. All I could think was why was she yelling, what natural beauty did this chick ever have, and didn't I break her nose last week? I found out that I didn't break her nose, just fractured it, and that she was looking for revenge (you know, the natural beauty thing). This is around the point in time where I loose control of my body and my fists take over as my brain. Do you want to know what happened then? Let's just say that I had to pay her hospital bills and her mom had to donate a kidney.
Back to what I was talking about before, I made Miroku take me with him. We had to walk all the way to the bus stop and ride about 15 minutes. It was the coolest 15 minutes of my life. Let me tell you, I have never before gotten into an argument with a person I have never met before in my life, on a bus nonetheless.
This guy, he looks about in his 30's, with really tacky clothing came out of nowhere and started asking me these questions about what my favorite cereal was. I had only been in America for a couple of hours so how was I supposed to know what cereal they had here? So I did what any other person with no American cereal knowledge would do. I ignored him. That seemed to get him pretty angry because he started yelling. Yelling for what, I will never know, but he was yelling for about 2 minutes. I was starting to get a headache so I yelled, at the top of my lungs, "Shut your damn trap before I shut it for you!" Miroku looked over at me like I was crazy, but who really cares what he looks at me like.
I angered the guy even more with what I said, so he picked me up by my shirt collar and yelled in my face, and his breath was not that pretty. Anywayz, the guy was in my face, and no one gets that close to me, especially if I don't know who the hell they are. To top it off, I was getting really pissed, so I punched him out of my blind fury. Miroku jumped up out of his seat, and dragged me off of the bus, which was luckily at our stop. From the outside of the bus though, I could see the man holding his eye and flailing his free arm. HAHAHAHA!!!!!
What can I say? Confrontation is fun.
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The mall. I never really liked it that much. All those people, and stores that I never go into, and...people. The only good thing about the mall is the fact that you eat there. When I eat, I do not notice all the annoying people or 'Attention Shoppers' buzzers over the loud intercoms. It's just me and my plate.
We walked into Pizza Planet (How inventive. They probably stole the name from Toy Story.), and I suddenly heard a loud voice go, "Oi Miroku! Over here!" He went to sit at the booth where the voice had come from and I, not wanting to bother (or be bothered) anyone, went to sit, sat at the table next to the booth my 'brother' sat.
A little while after I sat down and started staring at the oh, so interesting wall in front of me (Miroku was talking his happi little head off with all of his wonderful guy pals), a girl with a clipboard in an apron (the girl, not the clipboard), went over to the table Miroku was at.
"Miss Sango," I heard him speak. "It seems that you are our beautiful waitress for today." I heard a sound that was somewhere between a laugh and a snort and then the waitress, Sango, asked the booth's order.
Miroku ordered a large pizza with pepperoni on it for his table and 3 Sprite's w/o ice. The waitress, now known as Sango turns toward me. "Kik- wait... You're not Kikyo."
As like any other person, who is called the name of someone else, I asked "Whose Kikyo?" She just gave me a forget-about-it wave and asked my order.
I told her that I just wanted a Sprite. Sne nodds and goes off to get the soda. I sit in silence as Miroku and his friends talk about nonsence. I.E: cars and Pamela Anderson. Wow. Boys really have no life whatsoever.
"I haven't seen you before, have I ?" Sango asks me as she brings my drink.
"No, I just moved here. I'm his," I pointed my head in the direction of Miroku, who was currently trying to have an arm werstling match with some boy with golden eyes, who was, in my oppinion very cute, "New sister."
Sango shook her head and tut-tut-tutted. "Oh, that must be sad having Houshi as a brother." Houshi??? Must be some sort of inside joke.
"Yeah," I replied. "It is sort of sad. Seeing as he hates me and all."
Hate is such a strong word. That is exactly the reason I used it. "I don't think that he hates you." Yeah right. "He probably," she continued, "Is just not used to having a sister."
Right. Deep down in some secluded section of his heart, locked away in a hidden section, in the treasure chest, of the ocean of his heart, he really and truely loves me.
Yeah, right. It would be easier for me to get a date with that cute boy with the nice eyes.
You think those are contacts???
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"Hey, new girl. What's your name?" It was Sango.
"Sorry, I forgot to tell you." What an idiot I am. "Kagome Higurashi."
"Well, nice to meet you. My name is Sango. At least that's what it says on my shiny name tag." She points to it proudly as I laugh.
"SANGO! WHAT ARE YOU DOING! YOU HAVE PIZZA ORDERS TO FILL!" That was some guy yelling. I guess it was her boss.
She gives me a wavering smile, and off she goes, clipboard and all.
I drink my soda and stare into space, when a figure comes and sits in front of me. I look up at this guy and he just stares at me. After a while it got really annoying.
"Uhhh," I stammer. "What exactly are you looking at???" What a nice person I am to strangers.
"Sorry." He told me. "I just thought you were someone else."
"Riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiight. Whatever. Can you go away now?"
I mean it. I can become friends with just about everyone.
"Hi." He continued. "My name is Koga and you are the most beautiful thing I have ever laid eyes on." Wow. This guy was really laying it on thick.
"Hi." I retorted. "My name is Kagome. Thank you. Now can you go away and let me drink my soda in peace?"
"Glad to meet you Kagome." OH, MY GOD! Doesn't this guy take a hint? Go Away!
Too bad I can't actually way that. Oh, wait. Yes I can. "Go away."
"But-" I cut him off before he could say anymore.
"No. Leave. Now!"
"It is alright fair lady. Although we must part, for now, we will meet again." Who did this guy think he was? Shakesphere?
"Whatever. Bye!" Goodness. What an annoying twit.
I put my head back to my straw to take another sip of my Sprite, when I heard, "YOU PERVERT!!!" Followed by a slap followed by a cracking noise.
I looked around to find out what was going on, and saw Sango standing red-faced next to a swirley-eyed Miroku. Something must have happened.
And remember that wonderful clipboard I told about earlier? Snapped in half. Must have broken on Miroku's hard skull.
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"What was that all about?" I asked as Sango was passing by me on her way away from my KO'd brother.
"You want to know what happened. You want to know what *happened*?! YOU WANT TO KNOW WHAT *HAPPENED*?!!!?" This girl was kinda mad at the moment.
I squeaked my "Yes?" in response, fearful that she might start screaming at me again. Suprising enough, she didn't.
"Okay." She replied with a happy smile. I fell off my chair. "Hey, Kagome. What are you doing down there."
I got back up and sat in my chair and she started off her story with the angry look back on her face. This girl can change moods faster than the tides of the ocean.
"I was serving the pizza over to that table, and as I put the tray down, your brother," She said with as much venom in her voice as possible. "Put his hand on my... rear end, and I slapped him and hit him with my clipboard and now he's knocked out." She said that last part as fast as she could.
"Oh. That is just horrible." Something at that moment just filled up inside of me. I don't know what it was exactly, and I know that I was only a sister for a couple of weeks, but I jumped up out of my chair, walked over to Miroku, and slapped him as hard as I could backside his head.
"What the hell was that for Kagome?!" He asked me while holding onto his head.
"What is wrong with me??? What is wrong with *you*!!! You groped someone????" I turned away from him and looked around the booth that he was sitting at. I saw the pretty boy with the gold eyes, and the boy that I shunned from my table. Upon seeing him, I involuntary shuddered.
"Does he always act like that?" I asked to no one in specific. No one responded. They just kept staring at me.
What is wrong with people today???
"Ki- Kikyo?" The one with the gold eyes asked me. I wish I knew his name. And what is it with people mistaking me with this Kikyo person?
"No," I responded slowly. "Kagome. Do you get it? My name is KAGOME!!!!" What can I say? I was gettin annoyed with all of this shyt.
"Damn! Sorry!" He yelled back.
"Don't yell at me! I was just pointing out that I wasn't who you thought I was." There. That should make things alright now.
"I'll yell at whoever I want!" Oh, no he didn't.
"Sure you can! You can yell at anyone you want but me!"
"Thank you, but no thanks, wench. I'll stick to yelling at anyone and everyone." OOOOOOOO. Lucky me. I made a new friend today, and his name is FUCKING STUPID JERK FACE JACK-ASS!!!!!
"Hey dogboy," Whose dogboy? "Don't talk to my woman like that." It was that Koga guy....
...wait. Did this guy just call me his woman?!
What the hell???
"No, nononononononono. You must be confused...or high...or both. I am in no way your woman." This guys trippin'.
"Yes you are my Kagome. I have claimed you as my woman. We could have beautiful children together." To think. He said all of this with a straight face.
"Ha. Haha. HAHAHAHAHAHA! YOU REALLY ARE HIGH!" I could not take this anymore. I was going to die with all of these crazy characters around me. I just walked out.
"Hey! Wench! I am not done yelling at you!" With that, he chuched a slice of pizza at my head.
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Once I felt that pizza connect with my head, little lights erupted behind my eyes. Hell, those weren't little lights. Those were flames.
I turned around and stalked back to 'dogboy', made my pretty fist, which I have taken the liberty in naming Big Bertha, and slammed it into the face of the pretty boy with golden eyes. He staggered back and landed in the pizza that was sitting on the table of the booth.
To top it off, I took the pizza out of my hair and stuffed it into his mouth. "I'm not hungry. Thanks. You bastard." With the little flames still behind my eyes, I walked out of the mall.
Maybe if I weren't so mad, I would have been able to see that I had walked into the middle of the street.
Maybe if I weren't so mad, I would have been smart enough to just walk to the bus stop instead of in front of the bus stop.
Maybe if I weren't so mad, I would have been able to see the bus heading straight for me, and I would have been able to get out of the way.
But, I was mad.
I didn't stand a chance.
Sooner than I knew, I was flying through the air. It felt kind of nice, at least it did before I hit the cold, hard concrete. I heard screaming from a couple of people, but that was all I heard before everyhing went black.
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Well, I have finished *my* chapter, w/o the help of the person who shall remain nameless, named Sam. Sam, to everyone's releif, is not allowed to come near my computer agian before I break her fingers off.
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Thank you to you people that reviewed chapter 2 and the chapter that Sam tried to write (I was highly suprised to actually see that 3 whole people did)!!!
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DRAKE220: I know, I know. Miroku is a total and complete asshole, but he wont stay like that. Just for about the first 4 or 5 chapters. : )
Random person: Thanks
Dark-Anime-Angel3001: Thanks for reviewing but about the story being pointless, it's my story. I could write it as pointless as I want. I'm not being mean, i'n just telling it as it is.
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Blackthorn1989 aka Ashley
*Love Me*
(BIGGGGGGGG A/N: I am very sorry about the last chapter 3. I only wrote the first chapter, the answers to the reviews and stopped. My friend, who shall remain nameless, named Sam, decided it would be fun for her to write the rest of it. I only found out about it today. I feel sorry for anyone who actually read the fakeness and reviewed. Thank u though.)
Disclaimer: I tried to sniff coke once, but the ice cubes got in the way.
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Lets recap on this whole situation for a moment shall we?
1) My mom meets the jerk of the century
2) My mom marries the jerk of the century
3) My mom moves in with the jerk of the century
4) I have to move in with my mom and the jerk of the century and leave my friend and her extremely cute brother
5) My new brother is a reflection on his father, and in my book becomes the runner-up for jerk of the century
6) My room doesn't match!!!
What else could possibly go wrong, you ask? Wait and find out.
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So what if I was just trying to be friendly since he had gone and painted my room and spent his money on me. After all, blue and yellow really are my favorite colors, but where the hell will you ever see me putting them together. Come on now, has he never heard of color scheming? Where the hell is the style channel when you need it?
Also, just for the sake of my sanity (and yours), I am skipping ahead to later on that night because, my life is just that boring. And plus, do you really need to know that I had mashed potatoes with gravy and macaroni and cheese for dinner that night? No, you don't.
After dinner my mom and step-dad said that they were going out to the movies so me and Miroku could get better acquainted with each other.
Translation: They are going so they could make-out in a dark area where none of their children could walk in on them. Think tongue action, though I really don't want to go into detail about my mother's kissing habits.
Shortly after they left, Miroku said that he was going out for pizza. My question is, didn't we just have dinner? His answer was, "Yeah, but I'm still hungry. You have a problem with that?" What an asshole.
I know that he hates me and all, but he can't be the only one to get out of the house, so I am making him take me along. Maybe I could meet a friend so that I could get away from him. Lord knows that it would be in the best interest of the world if I did before a fight breaks out.
You see, before I moved, I had a little problem with my fists. For some odd reason, they just had this strange urge to make connections with peoples faces. It was never really my fault, because, as my old guidance counselor told me, I have some sort of anger-management problems to work out. But, if you think about it, I can't really be my anger management problem if people keep picking on me. It's not really my fault if I am so cute that people hate on me so much that they want to fight with me.
I remember this one time, I was in school sitting by a tree, reading a wonderful book that I can't remember right now, minding my own business, when this girl comes up to me and starts yelling about her natural beauty being tarnished. All I could think was why was she yelling, what natural beauty did this chick ever have, and didn't I break her nose last week? I found out that I didn't break her nose, just fractured it, and that she was looking for revenge (you know, the natural beauty thing). This is around the point in time where I loose control of my body and my fists take over as my brain. Do you want to know what happened then? Let's just say that I had to pay her hospital bills and her mom had to donate a kidney.
Back to what I was talking about before, I made Miroku take me with him. We had to walk all the way to the bus stop and ride about 15 minutes. It was the coolest 15 minutes of my life. Let me tell you, I have never before gotten into an argument with a person I have never met before in my life, on a bus nonetheless.
This guy, he looks about in his 30's, with really tacky clothing came out of nowhere and started asking me these questions about what my favorite cereal was. I had only been in America for a couple of hours so how was I supposed to know what cereal they had here? So I did what any other person with no American cereal knowledge would do. I ignored him. That seemed to get him pretty angry because he started yelling. Yelling for what, I will never know, but he was yelling for about 2 minutes. I was starting to get a headache so I yelled, at the top of my lungs, "Shut your damn trap before I shut it for you!" Miroku looked over at me like I was crazy, but who really cares what he looks at me like.
I angered the guy even more with what I said, so he picked me up by my shirt collar and yelled in my face, and his breath was not that pretty. Anywayz, the guy was in my face, and no one gets that close to me, especially if I don't know who the hell they are. To top it off, I was getting really pissed, so I punched him out of my blind fury. Miroku jumped up out of his seat, and dragged me off of the bus, which was luckily at our stop. From the outside of the bus though, I could see the man holding his eye and flailing his free arm. HAHAHAHA!!!!!
What can I say? Confrontation is fun.
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The mall. I never really liked it that much. All those people, and stores that I never go into, and...people. The only good thing about the mall is the fact that you eat there. When I eat, I do not notice all the annoying people or 'Attention Shoppers' buzzers over the loud intercoms. It's just me and my plate.
We walked into Pizza Planet (How inventive. They probably stole the name from Toy Story.), and I suddenly heard a loud voice go, "Oi Miroku! Over here!" He went to sit at the booth where the voice had come from and I, not wanting to bother (or be bothered) anyone, went to sit, sat at the table next to the booth my 'brother' sat.
A little while after I sat down and started staring at the oh, so interesting wall in front of me (Miroku was talking his happi little head off with all of his wonderful guy pals), a girl with a clipboard in an apron (the girl, not the clipboard), went over to the table Miroku was at.
"Miss Sango," I heard him speak. "It seems that you are our beautiful waitress for today." I heard a sound that was somewhere between a laugh and a snort and then the waitress, Sango, asked the booth's order.
Miroku ordered a large pizza with pepperoni on it for his table and 3 Sprite's w/o ice. The waitress, now known as Sango turns toward me. "Kik- wait... You're not Kikyo."
As like any other person, who is called the name of someone else, I asked "Whose Kikyo?" She just gave me a forget-about-it wave and asked my order.
I told her that I just wanted a Sprite. Sne nodds and goes off to get the soda. I sit in silence as Miroku and his friends talk about nonsence. I.E: cars and Pamela Anderson. Wow. Boys really have no life whatsoever.
"I haven't seen you before, have I ?" Sango asks me as she brings my drink.
"No, I just moved here. I'm his," I pointed my head in the direction of Miroku, who was currently trying to have an arm werstling match with some boy with golden eyes, who was, in my oppinion very cute, "New sister."
Sango shook her head and tut-tut-tutted. "Oh, that must be sad having Houshi as a brother." Houshi??? Must be some sort of inside joke.
"Yeah," I replied. "It is sort of sad. Seeing as he hates me and all."
Hate is such a strong word. That is exactly the reason I used it. "I don't think that he hates you." Yeah right. "He probably," she continued, "Is just not used to having a sister."
Right. Deep down in some secluded section of his heart, locked away in a hidden section, in the treasure chest, of the ocean of his heart, he really and truely loves me.
Yeah, right. It would be easier for me to get a date with that cute boy with the nice eyes.
You think those are contacts???
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"Hey, new girl. What's your name?" It was Sango.
"Sorry, I forgot to tell you." What an idiot I am. "Kagome Higurashi."
"Well, nice to meet you. My name is Sango. At least that's what it says on my shiny name tag." She points to it proudly as I laugh.
"SANGO! WHAT ARE YOU DOING! YOU HAVE PIZZA ORDERS TO FILL!" That was some guy yelling. I guess it was her boss.
She gives me a wavering smile, and off she goes, clipboard and all.
I drink my soda and stare into space, when a figure comes and sits in front of me. I look up at this guy and he just stares at me. After a while it got really annoying.
"Uhhh," I stammer. "What exactly are you looking at???" What a nice person I am to strangers.
"Sorry." He told me. "I just thought you were someone else."
"Riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiight. Whatever. Can you go away now?"
I mean it. I can become friends with just about everyone.
"Hi." He continued. "My name is Koga and you are the most beautiful thing I have ever laid eyes on." Wow. This guy was really laying it on thick.
"Hi." I retorted. "My name is Kagome. Thank you. Now can you go away and let me drink my soda in peace?"
"Glad to meet you Kagome." OH, MY GOD! Doesn't this guy take a hint? Go Away!
Too bad I can't actually way that. Oh, wait. Yes I can. "Go away."
"But-" I cut him off before he could say anymore.
"No. Leave. Now!"
"It is alright fair lady. Although we must part, for now, we will meet again." Who did this guy think he was? Shakesphere?
"Whatever. Bye!" Goodness. What an annoying twit.
I put my head back to my straw to take another sip of my Sprite, when I heard, "YOU PERVERT!!!" Followed by a slap followed by a cracking noise.
I looked around to find out what was going on, and saw Sango standing red-faced next to a swirley-eyed Miroku. Something must have happened.
And remember that wonderful clipboard I told about earlier? Snapped in half. Must have broken on Miroku's hard skull.
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"What was that all about?" I asked as Sango was passing by me on her way away from my KO'd brother.
"You want to know what happened. You want to know what *happened*?! YOU WANT TO KNOW WHAT *HAPPENED*?!!!?" This girl was kinda mad at the moment.
I squeaked my "Yes?" in response, fearful that she might start screaming at me again. Suprising enough, she didn't.
"Okay." She replied with a happy smile. I fell off my chair. "Hey, Kagome. What are you doing down there."
I got back up and sat in my chair and she started off her story with the angry look back on her face. This girl can change moods faster than the tides of the ocean.
"I was serving the pizza over to that table, and as I put the tray down, your brother," She said with as much venom in her voice as possible. "Put his hand on my... rear end, and I slapped him and hit him with my clipboard and now he's knocked out." She said that last part as fast as she could.
"Oh. That is just horrible." Something at that moment just filled up inside of me. I don't know what it was exactly, and I know that I was only a sister for a couple of weeks, but I jumped up out of my chair, walked over to Miroku, and slapped him as hard as I could backside his head.
"What the hell was that for Kagome?!" He asked me while holding onto his head.
"What is wrong with me??? What is wrong with *you*!!! You groped someone????" I turned away from him and looked around the booth that he was sitting at. I saw the pretty boy with the gold eyes, and the boy that I shunned from my table. Upon seeing him, I involuntary shuddered.
"Does he always act like that?" I asked to no one in specific. No one responded. They just kept staring at me.
What is wrong with people today???
"Ki- Kikyo?" The one with the gold eyes asked me. I wish I knew his name. And what is it with people mistaking me with this Kikyo person?
"No," I responded slowly. "Kagome. Do you get it? My name is KAGOME!!!!" What can I say? I was gettin annoyed with all of this shyt.
"Damn! Sorry!" He yelled back.
"Don't yell at me! I was just pointing out that I wasn't who you thought I was." There. That should make things alright now.
"I'll yell at whoever I want!" Oh, no he didn't.
"Sure you can! You can yell at anyone you want but me!"
"Thank you, but no thanks, wench. I'll stick to yelling at anyone and everyone." OOOOOOOO. Lucky me. I made a new friend today, and his name is FUCKING STUPID JERK FACE JACK-ASS!!!!!
"Hey dogboy," Whose dogboy? "Don't talk to my woman like that." It was that Koga guy....
...wait. Did this guy just call me his woman?!
What the hell???
"No, nononononononono. You must be confused...or high...or both. I am in no way your woman." This guys trippin'.
"Yes you are my Kagome. I have claimed you as my woman. We could have beautiful children together." To think. He said all of this with a straight face.
"Ha. Haha. HAHAHAHAHAHA! YOU REALLY ARE HIGH!" I could not take this anymore. I was going to die with all of these crazy characters around me. I just walked out.
"Hey! Wench! I am not done yelling at you!" With that, he chuched a slice of pizza at my head.
~~**SPLAT!!!**~~
Once I felt that pizza connect with my head, little lights erupted behind my eyes. Hell, those weren't little lights. Those were flames.
I turned around and stalked back to 'dogboy', made my pretty fist, which I have taken the liberty in naming Big Bertha, and slammed it into the face of the pretty boy with golden eyes. He staggered back and landed in the pizza that was sitting on the table of the booth.
To top it off, I took the pizza out of my hair and stuffed it into his mouth. "I'm not hungry. Thanks. You bastard." With the little flames still behind my eyes, I walked out of the mall.
Maybe if I weren't so mad, I would have been able to see that I had walked into the middle of the street.
Maybe if I weren't so mad, I would have been smart enough to just walk to the bus stop instead of in front of the bus stop.
Maybe if I weren't so mad, I would have been able to see the bus heading straight for me, and I would have been able to get out of the way.
But, I was mad.
I didn't stand a chance.
Sooner than I knew, I was flying through the air. It felt kind of nice, at least it did before I hit the cold, hard concrete. I heard screaming from a couple of people, but that was all I heard before everyhing went black.
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Well, I have finished *my* chapter, w/o the help of the person who shall remain nameless, named Sam. Sam, to everyone's releif, is not allowed to come near my computer agian before I break her fingers off.
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Thank you to you people that reviewed chapter 2 and the chapter that Sam tried to write (I was highly suprised to actually see that 3 whole people did)!!!
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DRAKE220: I know, I know. Miroku is a total and complete asshole, but he wont stay like that. Just for about the first 4 or 5 chapters. : )
Random person: Thanks
Dark-Anime-Angel3001: Thanks for reviewing but about the story being pointless, it's my story. I could write it as pointless as I want. I'm not being mean, i'n just telling it as it is.
Josie: Thank You!
blackbeltkatie: I am glad you liked my story!
Miss Bonita: I am glad that u like my story so far, and thanks!
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Blackthorn1989 aka Ashley
*Love Me*