Hey everyone. This is my first fanfic ever. And let me just remind you that
this is an a/u fic. I know nothing of the actual characters. So if you're
gonna complain don't complain about that. Or I'll hunt you down and deal
with you accordingly.
Disclaimer: I would never create characters with such weird names.
Chapter 1
NEEET! NEEET! NEEET! NEEET! Kagome's obnoxious alarm clock blared into the still darkness of the early morning. Kagome rolled over and groped blindly until her hand connected with the cool metal. She picked up the already dented alarm clock and hurled it across the room. It made a satisfying clunk as it hit the wall and a soft thud as it fell to the carpeted floor.
Kagome threw back her black comforter and swung her legs around the side of the bed. She paused to stretch before standing up. The room tilted and she paused to let the blood drain back out of her head.
Her room was almost pitch dark. The only light came from a small window near her bed. She had put black construction paper over the window, but the steadily rising sun still managed to peak in around the corners; spilling triangular beams of light on the carpet. The walls of Kagome's room were painted black to match the black furniture, black blankets, and black wall-to-wall carpeting.
Kagome didn't bother to turn on a light, even though she'd replaced all the lightbulbs in her room with black lights. She had surprisingly good night vision. She walked over to her dresser and put on a floor-length black skirt and a black lacy top. She pulled a brush absently through her long black-streaked-red hair and leaned closer to the mirror to apply black eyeliner, burgundy eye shadow, and black lipstick.
She laced up her knee-high combat boots and put on her dark tinted sunglasses. She was about to leave when the feeling came over her. She felt as if there was a hole in the pit of her stomach. She walked over to the dresser and picked up the slender, red pocket knife. She flipped up the blade and rolled up her sleeve. She made two cuts in the shape of a cross right where her wrist met her hand. (a/n cross shaped cuts bleed the longest.) She raised her wrist to her mouth and sealed her lips around the cut.
Ten minutes later Kagome was seated on the bus next to Sango. Sango was asleep, as usual. Kagome put on her headphones and stared absently out the window, listening to The Bronx's song They Will Kill Us All (without mercy). The drab red brick building of Bellion High School loomed ahead. Kagome sighed. Another day in hell, she thought.
Disclaimer: I would never create characters with such weird names.
Chapter 1
NEEET! NEEET! NEEET! NEEET! Kagome's obnoxious alarm clock blared into the still darkness of the early morning. Kagome rolled over and groped blindly until her hand connected with the cool metal. She picked up the already dented alarm clock and hurled it across the room. It made a satisfying clunk as it hit the wall and a soft thud as it fell to the carpeted floor.
Kagome threw back her black comforter and swung her legs around the side of the bed. She paused to stretch before standing up. The room tilted and she paused to let the blood drain back out of her head.
Her room was almost pitch dark. The only light came from a small window near her bed. She had put black construction paper over the window, but the steadily rising sun still managed to peak in around the corners; spilling triangular beams of light on the carpet. The walls of Kagome's room were painted black to match the black furniture, black blankets, and black wall-to-wall carpeting.
Kagome didn't bother to turn on a light, even though she'd replaced all the lightbulbs in her room with black lights. She had surprisingly good night vision. She walked over to her dresser and put on a floor-length black skirt and a black lacy top. She pulled a brush absently through her long black-streaked-red hair and leaned closer to the mirror to apply black eyeliner, burgundy eye shadow, and black lipstick.
She laced up her knee-high combat boots and put on her dark tinted sunglasses. She was about to leave when the feeling came over her. She felt as if there was a hole in the pit of her stomach. She walked over to the dresser and picked up the slender, red pocket knife. She flipped up the blade and rolled up her sleeve. She made two cuts in the shape of a cross right where her wrist met her hand. (a/n cross shaped cuts bleed the longest.) She raised her wrist to her mouth and sealed her lips around the cut.
Ten minutes later Kagome was seated on the bus next to Sango. Sango was asleep, as usual. Kagome put on her headphones and stared absently out the window, listening to The Bronx's song They Will Kill Us All (without mercy). The drab red brick building of Bellion High School loomed ahead. Kagome sighed. Another day in hell, she thought.