Hey!! I'm updating again. I'm in summer school so I have a lot of spare
time to write. lol. It's not my fault math is so damn boring. I promise
I'll make this chappie longer. I was just tired last night.
Disclaimer: See Chapter 1.
Chapter 2
Kagome walked into her first period, history, 15 minutes late. The teacher had his back to the board, writing an assignment. Kagome hoped he wouldn't notice her, and she jumped when he said sharply:
"Kagome, I suppose we'll be spending yet another afternoon together in detention."
"Whatever," Kagome muttered shortly as she slid into her seat. Sango had biology first, so they had been hanging out downstairs in the science hall long after the final bell had rung, when a security guard busted them and sent them both to class.
Kagome sat in her seat and sulked. The teacher, Mr. Glens, turned from the board.
"I would like you all to open your books up to page 348 and read to page 400. Then answer the questions on page 401. You have 45 minutes."
Kagome sighed and opened her book. But she didn't read, she simply glowered at the page. I hate this school, I hate the teachers, I hate the students, and I especially hate history. Kagome thought darkly. Just then, a wad of paper hit her in the back of the head. Kagome whirled around and looked behind her.
A boy from the back corner named Robbie, one of the popular jocks, smirked at her. He was surrounded by brainless, giggling sex toys. Also known as cheerleaders. Kagome bent down and snatched the wad of paper off the floor. She un-crumpled it, revealing a note scrawled in sloppy handwriting:
Hey vamp chic
go back to hell
Kagome, furious, tore the paper to shreds. She stood up and stormed over to Robbie. She threw the shredded bits of paper in his face and slammed her hands down on his desk. To Kagome's delight, she noticed that the cheerleaders had all moved farther away and the color had completely drained out of Robbie's face, leaving it paper white.
"If you have a problem with me," Kagome's voice was quiet with fury. "Say it to my FACE!" Kagome screamed the last word. She would have beat the shit out of Robbie too, if a strong hand hadn't clamped over her upper arm. She turned and looked up at Mr. Glens.
"Kagome. Office. Now." He said each word like it was it's own sentence. "And take your stuff. You won't be coming back today."
Kagome angrily shoved her text book into her bag and stormed out of the classroom, slamming the door as hard as she could behind her. This was gonna be a loooong day.
Kagome sat in the office, glaring at a stupid painting of a vase of flowers that she had always hated. She normally loved art, but this painting sucked, to put it nicely. The light came from the top, killing any bit of realism that there ever might have been, and the table cloth was perfectly smoothed, giving the painting a painfully boring background.
Kagome shifted her eyes from the picture and stared around the drab office. The secretary's cream colored desk blended with the cream colored walls, giving the illusion that everything on it was suspended in midair. The secretary, Mrs. Kole, was an irritatingly boring woman. She always wore solid color business suits and her hair was pulled into a bun so tight that Kagome wouldn't have been surprised if one day her head just popped. Mrs. Kole had a distinct dislike for Kagome, and had ever since she had first laid eyes on the black clad teenager.
"So where exactly is Frank?" Kagome asked her.
"Mr. Meihm is in a conference and should be out soon. I already told you this." Mrs. Kole snapped.
"Guess I forgot," Kagome replied lazily.
"Yes, you have been doing a lot of forgetting lately. Forgetting the rules, forgetting to get to class on time, if I were the principal I would have had you expelled long ago." Mrs Kole said, shooting Kagome a disdainful glance down nose.
"And that's why you're not the principal." Kagome stated flatly.
Mrs. Kole pointed towards the principal's office. "GO!"
Kagome walked in and sat down in the chair in front of his desk; and waited.
Twenty minutes later, Mr. Meihm came bustling in.
"Sorry to keep you waiting Kagome." He said and sat down behind his desk.
"It's okay, Frank." replied Kagome.
"So, what have you done now?" Mr. Meihm asked. Kagome told him. Once she was finished, however, he didn't look mad at all. He actually looked...Amused! Kagome thought in wonder.
"I have the perfect thing." said Mr. Meihm.
"Uh-oh, what is it?" Kagome asked, still in shock over not having been lectured.
"We have a new student coming tomorrow, he is in the tenth grade like you, and I have put him in all of your classes. It will be your job to guide him around the school. Report to my office tomorrow morning before your first class."
Great, thought Kagome, I get to babysit the new kid. How thrilling. "Okay." sighed Kagome.
"Don't sound so glum! You'll like him. You both have a lot in common." he assured her.
Sure I'll like him, she thought angrily, when hell freezes over.
Kagome sat in the hallway outside the cafeteria with Sango and Miroku. Sango was sprawled in Miroku's lap and Kagome had just gotten the two of them to stop making out long enough to hear about her hell of a morning.
"That really sucks," Sango said, although she didn't sound too upset.
"Just be your usual bitchy self and maybe the kid will want a new guide." Miroku suggested, just before he and Sango locked lips again.
"You two are disgusting." Kagome shook her head. "I'll see you guys next in art." Kagome got up and headed towards the bathroom.
She set her bag down on the dull grey tile of the girl's bathroom. She bent down and looked under the heavily written on stall walls to see if she was alone. She was. She pulled her pocket knife out of her bag and carefully reopened the cut on her wrist from earlier that morning. She sealed her lips around the cut and drank. She drank until the aching in her stomach subsided. Then she washed the blade off in the sink and put the knife away. She shouldered her bag and headed to art.
So, waddaya think?? It's longer at least..right?? RIGHT????? Oh well. R&R please and I'll love you forever!!
Disclaimer: See Chapter 1.
Chapter 2
Kagome walked into her first period, history, 15 minutes late. The teacher had his back to the board, writing an assignment. Kagome hoped he wouldn't notice her, and she jumped when he said sharply:
"Kagome, I suppose we'll be spending yet another afternoon together in detention."
"Whatever," Kagome muttered shortly as she slid into her seat. Sango had biology first, so they had been hanging out downstairs in the science hall long after the final bell had rung, when a security guard busted them and sent them both to class.
Kagome sat in her seat and sulked. The teacher, Mr. Glens, turned from the board.
"I would like you all to open your books up to page 348 and read to page 400. Then answer the questions on page 401. You have 45 minutes."
Kagome sighed and opened her book. But she didn't read, she simply glowered at the page. I hate this school, I hate the teachers, I hate the students, and I especially hate history. Kagome thought darkly. Just then, a wad of paper hit her in the back of the head. Kagome whirled around and looked behind her.
A boy from the back corner named Robbie, one of the popular jocks, smirked at her. He was surrounded by brainless, giggling sex toys. Also known as cheerleaders. Kagome bent down and snatched the wad of paper off the floor. She un-crumpled it, revealing a note scrawled in sloppy handwriting:
Hey vamp chic
go back to hell
Kagome, furious, tore the paper to shreds. She stood up and stormed over to Robbie. She threw the shredded bits of paper in his face and slammed her hands down on his desk. To Kagome's delight, she noticed that the cheerleaders had all moved farther away and the color had completely drained out of Robbie's face, leaving it paper white.
"If you have a problem with me," Kagome's voice was quiet with fury. "Say it to my FACE!" Kagome screamed the last word. She would have beat the shit out of Robbie too, if a strong hand hadn't clamped over her upper arm. She turned and looked up at Mr. Glens.
"Kagome. Office. Now." He said each word like it was it's own sentence. "And take your stuff. You won't be coming back today."
Kagome angrily shoved her text book into her bag and stormed out of the classroom, slamming the door as hard as she could behind her. This was gonna be a loooong day.
Kagome sat in the office, glaring at a stupid painting of a vase of flowers that she had always hated. She normally loved art, but this painting sucked, to put it nicely. The light came from the top, killing any bit of realism that there ever might have been, and the table cloth was perfectly smoothed, giving the painting a painfully boring background.
Kagome shifted her eyes from the picture and stared around the drab office. The secretary's cream colored desk blended with the cream colored walls, giving the illusion that everything on it was suspended in midair. The secretary, Mrs. Kole, was an irritatingly boring woman. She always wore solid color business suits and her hair was pulled into a bun so tight that Kagome wouldn't have been surprised if one day her head just popped. Mrs. Kole had a distinct dislike for Kagome, and had ever since she had first laid eyes on the black clad teenager.
"So where exactly is Frank?" Kagome asked her.
"Mr. Meihm is in a conference and should be out soon. I already told you this." Mrs. Kole snapped.
"Guess I forgot," Kagome replied lazily.
"Yes, you have been doing a lot of forgetting lately. Forgetting the rules, forgetting to get to class on time, if I were the principal I would have had you expelled long ago." Mrs Kole said, shooting Kagome a disdainful glance down nose.
"And that's why you're not the principal." Kagome stated flatly.
Mrs. Kole pointed towards the principal's office. "GO!"
Kagome walked in and sat down in the chair in front of his desk; and waited.
Twenty minutes later, Mr. Meihm came bustling in.
"Sorry to keep you waiting Kagome." He said and sat down behind his desk.
"It's okay, Frank." replied Kagome.
"So, what have you done now?" Mr. Meihm asked. Kagome told him. Once she was finished, however, he didn't look mad at all. He actually looked...Amused! Kagome thought in wonder.
"I have the perfect thing." said Mr. Meihm.
"Uh-oh, what is it?" Kagome asked, still in shock over not having been lectured.
"We have a new student coming tomorrow, he is in the tenth grade like you, and I have put him in all of your classes. It will be your job to guide him around the school. Report to my office tomorrow morning before your first class."
Great, thought Kagome, I get to babysit the new kid. How thrilling. "Okay." sighed Kagome.
"Don't sound so glum! You'll like him. You both have a lot in common." he assured her.
Sure I'll like him, she thought angrily, when hell freezes over.
Kagome sat in the hallway outside the cafeteria with Sango and Miroku. Sango was sprawled in Miroku's lap and Kagome had just gotten the two of them to stop making out long enough to hear about her hell of a morning.
"That really sucks," Sango said, although she didn't sound too upset.
"Just be your usual bitchy self and maybe the kid will want a new guide." Miroku suggested, just before he and Sango locked lips again.
"You two are disgusting." Kagome shook her head. "I'll see you guys next in art." Kagome got up and headed towards the bathroom.
She set her bag down on the dull grey tile of the girl's bathroom. She bent down and looked under the heavily written on stall walls to see if she was alone. She was. She pulled her pocket knife out of her bag and carefully reopened the cut on her wrist from earlier that morning. She sealed her lips around the cut and drank. She drank until the aching in her stomach subsided. Then she washed the blade off in the sink and put the knife away. She shouldered her bag and headed to art.
So, waddaya think?? It's longer at least..right?? RIGHT????? Oh well. R&R please and I'll love you forever!!