Chapter 1

Kagome looked around. The coast was clear. This way,she would be able to get breakfast before going to school.

Slowly tip-toeing past her parent's room,she enterd Sota's.

"Sota",she whisperd softly,shakeing him a bit,"Sota wake up".

"Hmm",he murmerd,opening one eye,flinching invonertarily.

"Sota,is ok it's okay,now wake up",Kagome whisperd.

He looked up at his sister,takeing her extended hand and lifting himself up.

"What is it?",he asked as they enterd the kitchen downstairs.

"Breakfast",she awnserd quickly,"but be quiet,or mom and dad'l wake up".

Sota nodded in understanding. Today was going to be risky. Kagome was acctually going to try to get the two of them lunch and breakfast.

She looked left. She looked right. And she looked inside of an old blue oven mitt. Carefully reaching inside past the mousetraps,she grabbed some bills and coins,and after slipping some in her pocket,handed the rest to Sota.

So Kagome then went over to the fridge,and grabbed two eggs and a two strips of Bacon,slapping them onto a heated frying pan.

Ok,now for everyone who dosn't get whats up with the whole spy act,here's how it goes.

Kagome and Sota are living in a house with their mother and their father. Their father is a crack addicted alchoholic,and her mother is a weeded whore / prostetute.

A few minuets later, as the bacon was done, the trwo of them heard foot steps on the stairs.THeir parent's had awoken,so they each grabbed a poptart from the pantry and high tailded it out of there. They knew it wasn't smart to be eating without their parents permission,heak,it wasn't allowed to breath without their parents permission!!

They had made it to the mailbox,by the time they heard the POed sound of their fathers voice yelling numerous curse words.

( A/N : for all of you who don't kno, PO stands for pissed off )

Kagome sighed.She hadn't had time to brush her hair this morning,or wash her face,or even get dressed,so now she was a 14 yr. old girl,with terriably messed up black hair,bad breath,half awake,walking down the street,in a blue cotten shirt with the words SWEET written across it,with the matchind enssombal of some long,blue,cotten,pajama pants,speakled with bright pick cotten candy!!!! As she approched the school,she quickly ran her fingers through her hair in hopes of getting it to calm down. It didn't work.

'What the hell does it matter?',she asked herself. 'It not like anybody care wut the invissiable geek looks like!'

And she was right. Sure she got snickers,laughes,pointed fingers,spitballs,paper balls,everything usually reserved for subs,but hey,what else was new?

And with that,she walked into first hour.

Itwas a curse,pure and simple curse,that on teh first day,of this new school year,that Kikyo had to be in her home room class! The girl that hated her guts,the biggest,bitcheyist girl in the whole damned school!

Along with her BF INuyasha. NO this year wasn't going to be good !

Kagome looked around. There was a seat,far in the back where she could sit. By herself,secluded,locked away from the world. Just the way her life was sopposed to be!

And that's how the rest of her day went. All alone,in the back of all 7 classes,by herself.

She looked around at the lunch area. It was big and spacious. Empty.It was at least three hours after school,and she hadn't gone home. She had some money,her poptart,only half eaten.She wasn't about to go home any time soon. Her dad was totaly pissed at her,her mom was out with some guy named Joe,probably prepareing to bear his child.

"Moron,bringing another child into this world when she already hates the two she has",Kagome said to teh scilence.But she knew it wasn't for the child,it was for the sex. The good hot,sex she could get from her unsuspecting victim!!

So Kagome walked out to the far side of the grounds,over to the biggest tree,way in the back.It was large,alone,graffitie cover.Unloved,unwanted.In the middle of the football feild. In the way.

Just like her.

She sat down against the trunk of the her hands across the abused bark,wondering about Sota. Had he gone home? Had he done the same as her? Was he even alive? She didn't know anymore.Her parents might have already ended his life,and it would have been her fault. It was always her fault. Everything.

"It's not my fault",she whisperd to herself,"It's not my fault".

She didn't even know what wasn't my fault,but it was. The truth was simply that it was. Whatever it was that she was talking about,it was. At least in her mind.

Soft tears fell from her eyes.

So there she was. A fourteen year old girl,with Matted ,messy,unwashed,black,hair. Wearing cotten candy pajama's,with puffy red eyes,and a tear stained face,crying herself to sleep on a tree.

un wanted. Un loved.