Okay. This chapter took me longer than the last one. Special thanks to Sam for that. Anyway, this chapter is out and I am now very happy. Yay me!
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5 things that suck about getting hit by a bus:
1. The ground hurts when you land on it.
2. Next, a really sharp pain followed by a cracking noise course through your arm, which you, for some reason, really do not believe is a good thing.
3. You try to cry out in pain but for some reason your throat has closed up and you can't and you start to panic because you are pretty sure that you are supposed to be able to talk in a situation like this.
4.You not being able to talk causes you to panic more. When you panic, you black out. You really don't like blacking out because it feels strange, because of all the spots and colors you see before it all goes away.
5. You wake up in a strange place, and not because of the pain that is still in your arm, or because you had a dream that you just got hit by a bus. No. You woke up because of an ANNOYING NOISE RINGING IN YOUR EARS!!!!
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* Beep *
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* Beep *
"What in the name of all that's good and creamy *is* that noise?!" I opened my eyes and had to close them back. I saw a bright light. A really, really, bright light. Wait a minute…. Golden-eyed boy…. Pizza…. A bus… OH. MY. GOD! I'm dead!!!
I opened my eyes once again and stared into the bright light. "When do I get to see the pearly gates?"
"What pearly gates?" a masculine voice asked me. It sounded familiar. That must have been my angel/spiritual guide thingamobobbie. You know, the person that leads you to all the cool hangout spots among the angels up in heaven. I must have heard it sometime before, while it was trying to lead me down the path of righteousness and junk.
"You know. The pearly gates. The ones they got up here." What kinda angel/spiritual guide was this person?
"What," the angel asked, "in the hell are you talking about?"
If this guy wasn't an angel, which I could tell he wasn't by the way he spoke to me – I don't think you are allowed to use profanity in heaven – then where am I?
"You mean… this isn't heaven?" Oh, my good gravy graciousness. I'm down….. there! I didn't know that beating up Dodie Pearson would get me in this much trouble!
"No you idiot. Your in the hospital." What a relief. "I guess after your little stunt, walking in front of a damn bus, you would think you would be dead. You ought to be dead! Do you know how much you scared me?!" Who was this guy?
I blinked and looked away from the light and over to my 'spiritual guide', and to my wonderful surprise, saw Miroku. I blinked a couple more times to make sure I wasn't seeing things, and guess what? I wasn't. Please, please, let this be hell.
I'm not that lucky.
"Cut the crap. You know you were happier when I was unconscious." Who was this guy kidding? "How long have I been here anyway?" I might as well find out exactly how long I have been getting my beauty sleep.
"You're right. When you were asleep, you weren't so rude." He tried to smile but, to me, it looked sort of forced.
"What's wrong with your face?" I asked. What would make anyone force a smile like that? I mean, a smile from Miroku directed at me is forced enough but that...that was, woah. I tried to sit up but found it difficult, seeing as my arm was in a cast. Wow. I'm wearing a cast. How nice....
A Cast?!
"Oh, Crap…"
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"You broke your arm in three places when you were hit by that bus Ms. Higurashi." The doctor told me. No shit Sherlock.
I'm not really sure if I was actually listening to the doctor at all, since I had just woken up again. I know that your thinking that I woke up already when I saw the light but, after finding out my arm was broken, I had passed out again.
"Do you remember any of what happened today?" Of course, you moron. I hit my arm, not my head. As if thinking that statement in my head made me realize something, I reached my unbroken arm up to my head, and found a bandage around it.
"Oh, for the love of — what happened to my head?" What else could possibly be wrong with me?
"The bus cracked your skull on impact," I was very tempted to pass out again. The doctor obviously saw that too, because he said, "But it's nothing serious. The crack is the about the size of a sheet of paper."
Who cares if it's a sheet of paper. That's an air space… in my head! Omigodomgodomigodomigod. Why did I have to walk in fromt of that bus? Why me? What have I ever done to deserve this? What…
My mind just wandered as the questions consumed me. During all of this the doctor must have walked out of the room to go and speak to my mother. A second later, she ran into the room and squished all of the air out of my lungs.
"OH! MY DEAR BABY! ARE YOU ALRIGHT?!" She looked like she was on the verge of tears. I decided it would only be right for me to try and comfort her, although *I* was the one that got hit by the bus and not her, but whatever.
"It's okay mom. I feel – OW!" I say ow because for some odd reason, my mom went insane and decided to hit me on my cracked, air passage for a head. "What did you do that for?"
"You stupid, stupid child!" Well that was uncalled for. "What on earth possessed you to walk in front of a bus? Are you out of your mind!" That was more of a statement than a question.
"I'm … sorry?" It was worth a try. "I promise never to do it ever again."
The puppy dog eyes. She could never resist the puppy dog eyes. They're just too cute.
Sadly enough, she chose now to resist them. "OUCH! Mom! Will you please stop hitting me?!"
"No, I will not stop hitting you! Maybe if I keep hitting, and hard enough, I would be able to knock some sense into your empty head!" Well duh! My head is only empty now because of its gaping hole! Wide as a sheet of paper my foot. I could feel the air blowing on my brain!
"Sorry, again. DON'T HIT ME!"
"Fine, fine. I won't hit you." Instead, she went back to smothering me. Which is worse... I will never know.
Next something suprising happened. Bescides that Sango, my new alleged friend, Koga, my new stalker, and half of the bus stop where I got hit showed up at my bedside. No. Even more suprising than all of that. Three guesses...
1. .....No, not the bus driver. The doctor said that he kept on driving after he hit me. How wonderful.....
2. .....No, not the guy that I hit on the bus. He got admitted into the hospital though. And yet again, I laugh.....
3. .....I can't think of anyomore people for you to guess of, so just change that three up there into a two.....
Finished? Did you guess? Should I just leave you hanging here, willing with every fiber of your being that I would tell you?
Whatever. I hate guessing games two.
Golden-eyed boy. I really wish that I knew his name. I have to remember to ask Miroku later. Anyway, it wasn't just arrogent, bitchy, pizza-faces, dumb-ass, jerk -- erm-- Golden-eyed boy either. I was yada, yada, yada Golden-eyed boy with FLOWERS.
Yeah, I almost went into shock too. And he had washed all of the tomato sauce, pepperoni, and cheese out of his hair, so he smelled really good, with whatever shampoo he uses.
Hey! Just because I hate his guts, doesn't mean that I'm not allowed to have a crush on him.
He brought me some nice sunflowers, with a vase of water to put them in and everything. And he was the only one in the room at the moment because the hospital only allows 1-2 people in a room at one time. No one must have wanted to come with him since he came alone and all.
I thought that he would just put the flower on my little table stand next to me and leave but he didn't. He pulled up a chair and sat himself right next to my bed. The shock that I was about to go into almost doubled at that moment.
Don't you just hate it when a boy gets really close to you and you look utterly, and totally busted? I mean, someone should warn you first so that you could have some time to do your hair at the speed of light just before he comes in. No one thought of that as yet though, because here this totally cute guy is, really close to me, and I have bed-head, a cast, and a hole in my head.
He pulled the chair up to me, none the less, and started speaking to me. I was so suprised that I missed the first couple of words he was saying, for I had to process that he was actually speaking to me after what I had done to him, but I cought the rest. It went something like, " -- got off to a bad start, and I'm really sorry about the whole pizza thing, and I was hoping that we could sort of begin to be friends and stuff. How about it."
Now to add to my list of things that was wrong with me, my mouth was gaping open. I knew that at the moment I couldn't really speak, so I just nodded my head. A really, really small nodd, but he got it anyway. He then gave me a smirk.
*Beep*
*Beep*
*Beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep*
*Beep*
I think my heart just skipped a beat.
You know what?
I really, really hate this Golden-eyed boy, but for some strange reason want him to be set on fire and for me to smother the flames with my body. That is how wierd this is. He, nor anyone else, except for you people out there reading this, must ever know.
...Just....a schoolgirls.....crush...
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I know that it got kind of mushy there for a moment, but believe me that won't last for long. Oh, yeah. Kagome will get her power - non plural - next chapter. She will also hopefully learn the Golden-eyed boys name. If you liked my chapter, with all of its mushiness, which I myself found highly annoying, then tell me and you will get an oh, so real, imaginary cookie. If you didn't like my chapter, tell me and you will get an oh, so real, *real* curse out. Do not fear the profanity though. It is a great release. For me at least.
I am tired, and a lazy bum, and really don't want to reply to your reviews...... so I won't.
But thank you anyway!
Blackthorn1989
aka
Ashley the Adorable
*Love Me*
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Disclaimer: No, No, No! Shoes are for wearing, not for eating.
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5 things that suck about getting hit by a bus:
1. The ground hurts when you land on it.
2. Next, a really sharp pain followed by a cracking noise course through your arm, which you, for some reason, really do not believe is a good thing.
3. You try to cry out in pain but for some reason your throat has closed up and you can't and you start to panic because you are pretty sure that you are supposed to be able to talk in a situation like this.
4.You not being able to talk causes you to panic more. When you panic, you black out. You really don't like blacking out because it feels strange, because of all the spots and colors you see before it all goes away.
5. You wake up in a strange place, and not because of the pain that is still in your arm, or because you had a dream that you just got hit by a bus. No. You woke up because of an ANNOYING NOISE RINGING IN YOUR EARS!!!!
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* Beep *
* Beep *
* Beep *
"What in the name of all that's good and creamy *is* that noise?!" I opened my eyes and had to close them back. I saw a bright light. A really, really, bright light. Wait a minute…. Golden-eyed boy…. Pizza…. A bus… OH. MY. GOD! I'm dead!!!
I opened my eyes once again and stared into the bright light. "When do I get to see the pearly gates?"
"What pearly gates?" a masculine voice asked me. It sounded familiar. That must have been my angel/spiritual guide thingamobobbie. You know, the person that leads you to all the cool hangout spots among the angels up in heaven. I must have heard it sometime before, while it was trying to lead me down the path of righteousness and junk.
"You know. The pearly gates. The ones they got up here." What kinda angel/spiritual guide was this person?
"What," the angel asked, "in the hell are you talking about?"
If this guy wasn't an angel, which I could tell he wasn't by the way he spoke to me – I don't think you are allowed to use profanity in heaven – then where am I?
"You mean… this isn't heaven?" Oh, my good gravy graciousness. I'm down….. there! I didn't know that beating up Dodie Pearson would get me in this much trouble!
"No you idiot. Your in the hospital." What a relief. "I guess after your little stunt, walking in front of a damn bus, you would think you would be dead. You ought to be dead! Do you know how much you scared me?!" Who was this guy?
I blinked and looked away from the light and over to my 'spiritual guide', and to my wonderful surprise, saw Miroku. I blinked a couple more times to make sure I wasn't seeing things, and guess what? I wasn't. Please, please, let this be hell.
I'm not that lucky.
"Cut the crap. You know you were happier when I was unconscious." Who was this guy kidding? "How long have I been here anyway?" I might as well find out exactly how long I have been getting my beauty sleep.
"You're right. When you were asleep, you weren't so rude." He tried to smile but, to me, it looked sort of forced.
"What's wrong with your face?" I asked. What would make anyone force a smile like that? I mean, a smile from Miroku directed at me is forced enough but that...that was, woah. I tried to sit up but found it difficult, seeing as my arm was in a cast. Wow. I'm wearing a cast. How nice....
A Cast?!
"Oh, Crap…"
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"You broke your arm in three places when you were hit by that bus Ms. Higurashi." The doctor told me. No shit Sherlock.
I'm not really sure if I was actually listening to the doctor at all, since I had just woken up again. I know that your thinking that I woke up already when I saw the light but, after finding out my arm was broken, I had passed out again.
"Do you remember any of what happened today?" Of course, you moron. I hit my arm, not my head. As if thinking that statement in my head made me realize something, I reached my unbroken arm up to my head, and found a bandage around it.
"Oh, for the love of — what happened to my head?" What else could possibly be wrong with me?
"The bus cracked your skull on impact," I was very tempted to pass out again. The doctor obviously saw that too, because he said, "But it's nothing serious. The crack is the about the size of a sheet of paper."
Who cares if it's a sheet of paper. That's an air space… in my head! Omigodomgodomigodomigod. Why did I have to walk in fromt of that bus? Why me? What have I ever done to deserve this? What…
My mind just wandered as the questions consumed me. During all of this the doctor must have walked out of the room to go and speak to my mother. A second later, she ran into the room and squished all of the air out of my lungs.
"OH! MY DEAR BABY! ARE YOU ALRIGHT?!" She looked like she was on the verge of tears. I decided it would only be right for me to try and comfort her, although *I* was the one that got hit by the bus and not her, but whatever.
"It's okay mom. I feel – OW!" I say ow because for some odd reason, my mom went insane and decided to hit me on my cracked, air passage for a head. "What did you do that for?"
"You stupid, stupid child!" Well that was uncalled for. "What on earth possessed you to walk in front of a bus? Are you out of your mind!" That was more of a statement than a question.
"I'm … sorry?" It was worth a try. "I promise never to do it ever again."
The puppy dog eyes. She could never resist the puppy dog eyes. They're just too cute.
Sadly enough, she chose now to resist them. "OUCH! Mom! Will you please stop hitting me?!"
"No, I will not stop hitting you! Maybe if I keep hitting, and hard enough, I would be able to knock some sense into your empty head!" Well duh! My head is only empty now because of its gaping hole! Wide as a sheet of paper my foot. I could feel the air blowing on my brain!
"Sorry, again. DON'T HIT ME!"
"Fine, fine. I won't hit you." Instead, she went back to smothering me. Which is worse... I will never know.
Next something suprising happened. Bescides that Sango, my new alleged friend, Koga, my new stalker, and half of the bus stop where I got hit showed up at my bedside. No. Even more suprising than all of that. Three guesses...
1. .....No, not the bus driver. The doctor said that he kept on driving after he hit me. How wonderful.....
2. .....No, not the guy that I hit on the bus. He got admitted into the hospital though. And yet again, I laugh.....
3. .....I can't think of anyomore people for you to guess of, so just change that three up there into a two.....
Finished? Did you guess? Should I just leave you hanging here, willing with every fiber of your being that I would tell you?
Whatever. I hate guessing games two.
Golden-eyed boy. I really wish that I knew his name. I have to remember to ask Miroku later. Anyway, it wasn't just arrogent, bitchy, pizza-faces, dumb-ass, jerk -- erm-- Golden-eyed boy either. I was yada, yada, yada Golden-eyed boy with FLOWERS.
Yeah, I almost went into shock too. And he had washed all of the tomato sauce, pepperoni, and cheese out of his hair, so he smelled really good, with whatever shampoo he uses.
Hey! Just because I hate his guts, doesn't mean that I'm not allowed to have a crush on him.
He brought me some nice sunflowers, with a vase of water to put them in and everything. And he was the only one in the room at the moment because the hospital only allows 1-2 people in a room at one time. No one must have wanted to come with him since he came alone and all.
I thought that he would just put the flower on my little table stand next to me and leave but he didn't. He pulled up a chair and sat himself right next to my bed. The shock that I was about to go into almost doubled at that moment.
Don't you just hate it when a boy gets really close to you and you look utterly, and totally busted? I mean, someone should warn you first so that you could have some time to do your hair at the speed of light just before he comes in. No one thought of that as yet though, because here this totally cute guy is, really close to me, and I have bed-head, a cast, and a hole in my head.
He pulled the chair up to me, none the less, and started speaking to me. I was so suprised that I missed the first couple of words he was saying, for I had to process that he was actually speaking to me after what I had done to him, but I cought the rest. It went something like, " -- got off to a bad start, and I'm really sorry about the whole pizza thing, and I was hoping that we could sort of begin to be friends and stuff. How about it."
Now to add to my list of things that was wrong with me, my mouth was gaping open. I knew that at the moment I couldn't really speak, so I just nodded my head. A really, really small nodd, but he got it anyway. He then gave me a smirk.
*Beep*
*Beep*
*Beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep*
*Beep*
I think my heart just skipped a beat.
You know what?
I really, really hate this Golden-eyed boy, but for some strange reason want him to be set on fire and for me to smother the flames with my body. That is how wierd this is. He, nor anyone else, except for you people out there reading this, must ever know.
...Just....a schoolgirls.....crush...
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I know that it got kind of mushy there for a moment, but believe me that won't last for long. Oh, yeah. Kagome will get her power - non plural - next chapter. She will also hopefully learn the Golden-eyed boys name. If you liked my chapter, with all of its mushiness, which I myself found highly annoying, then tell me and you will get an oh, so real, imaginary cookie. If you didn't like my chapter, tell me and you will get an oh, so real, *real* curse out. Do not fear the profanity though. It is a great release. For me at least.
I am tired, and a lazy bum, and really don't want to reply to your reviews...... so I won't.
But thank you anyway!
Blackthorn1989
aka
Ashley the Adorable
*Love Me*