Hey you guys I hope you enjoy my fic and just to get this over with I do not own Inuyasha.
Things had been getting a little better until I got a letter from my dead sister. That more or less ruined my day.
It was Friday, the sun was out but it wasn't yet in the Kyoto mean mood. Mom had had a good night .Only one sleeping pill, so she was semi groggy rather than stumbling, mumbling and weeping. No word from dad for a while. Yes it was a pretty good day.
I'd buzzed home during lunch break. Mr. Wananabe, the principle, knew the home-front situation and approved my request for an off-period combined with lunch. The drill was: I came home , checked Mom and the ,mail, ate my lunch, left some for mom, made any calls that had to be made ,forged a note from mom saying I'd been there, then scooted back to school in time to hear other kids' crybaby bullshit about curfews.
Poor dears.
Today's mail consisted of a clutch of white envelopes with cellophane windows and a couple of catalogs. As I pulled out the pile out in one bunch, a small yellow envelope slipped out and fluttered to the ground. Gracefully, just like my sister.
I froze, staring at the pale yellow rectangle. There's no way, I thought. She's dead. Dead girls don't write letters. Dead girls definitely don't write letters on yellow stationary. Dead girls might appear in dreams, they might make weird phantom ESP phone calls, but they do not write letters.
Cliff hanger I promise the next chappy will be longer