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Disclaimer: Sorry I didn't have this in the other chappie, but I don't own Inuyasha!
Chapter 2: The Worst Day Ever. Scroll One.
Inuyasha went to his first class, Art, which happened to also be Kagome, Miroku, and Sango's first class as well. Inuyasha and Miroku sat together at one of the tables, and Kagome and Sango sat together at the one right beside it.
"So, What's the teacher like?" Kagome asked as the bell rang. Before anyone
could answer her, the teacher walked in. She was a plump woman with graying
black hair. She wore a big smile on her face and had a Southern Accent when she spoke.
"Sorry Y'all for bein' late, but on with class now, I believe we have a new
student, Ms. Higurashi, would you like to stand up and tell the class a little about yourself?" Kagome nodded and stood up.
"Well, I am 16 years old, Um, I like Archery, I have a cat name Buoyo, and I just moved here from Tokyo." She said smiling. "Well, Miss Higurashi, what is it like to live in a big city like Tokyo?" The teacher asked. "Well, there's a lot more to do there, and I guess it's kind of fun to walk down the crowded streets every morning, listening to the roar of the traffic, I guess it's a lot quieter her in this town." She said with a small chuckle.
She sat down and Mrs. Carter started class.
They all drew something that meant something that had to do with Christmas or whatever holidays that they celebrated. Everyone was happy to be working, except for a silver haired hanyou, who choose to sit and do nothing.
When Mrs. Carter told him that he needed to do the assignment, because it was for a grade. well, I'll get to that in a minute, first though, I want to say what the finishing touches were.
Kagome had drawn a cute little elf, which was wearing a green uniform with pointy ears and a hat and shoes that had red balls at the end of them. And in the background was a wonderful winter scene she painted with rolling hills,
trees and a sunset.
The teacher showed the class all of the paintings and was thoroughly impressed by Kagome's detail and color choices.
Miroku drew a big round Santa Claus, wearing evening clothes, kissing Mrs. Clause underneath some mistletoe.
Sango had a winter scene with Saint Nick driving his sleigh, above all of the houses, covered with snow, each reindeer was drawn perfectly, with one reindeer, up in front with a bright red nose, shining through the fog.
When She got to Inuyasha, she studied the Hanyou 's work, nodded, her chin in one hand painting in the other. Then she frowned and shook her head; this painting was not shown to the class.
"Not you're best work, very detailed and very good Inuyasha, but, this is not what I wanted, nor expected from you, please step outside with you're picture, someone from security will be down to speak with you." Inuyasha shrugged, picked up his stuff and began to leave the classroom. "And, Inuyasha," "Yea?" He said turning back to Mrs. Carter. "Why do you insist on doing something like this every year around Christmas?" He shrugged and left the room.
"What did she mean by 'something like this every year?" Kagome whispered to
Sango. "Well, ever since we were about 13 years old, Inuyasha started acting, well, weird around Christmas time. Before He used to love Christmas, more than any of us, but now.well, he seems to hate it. And every year, when we start to do holiday related things in class, he gets even worse, and he begins to do things differently. Like he will, draw gruesome pictures, of write horrible poems or stories. Miroku and I try to talk to him about it, find out what's wrong, but no matter what we do, he wont listen and he wont tell us what's wrong, so in recent years, we've given up, because, it only makes things worse if we mention Christmas to much."
Kagome looked out the window in the door, when she heard yelling outside, she could only hear bits and pieces but it didn't sound that good for Inuyasha.
"Come on Mr. Turner! 3 days! Isn't that a little harsh?" "Not when you pull a stunt like this every year, and every year I punish you, and you still continue to do it!"
"But Mr. Turner, What about free speech?" Mr. Turner glared at him. Inuyasha sighed, and followed him down the hall.
"I wonder what Mr. Turner is going to do this year?" Sango said, more to herself than to anyone. "Why, what did he do last year?" Kagome asked, her head tilted slightly to the side. "Well, Mr. Turner has always been known for his creative punishments, like ok, last years, he made Inuyasha clean all the bathrooms in the school on his hands and knees, he had to serve 2 days detention, and since he really is a great
artist, he had to paint a winter scene with Santa Clause and everything really big for the winter carnival"
After art, Sango, Miroku, and Kagome went to their next class, Sango and Miroku went to English, but not till after showing Kagome where to go for Creative
Writing class. She thanked them and they planned to meet her right after class in front of her classroom door for lunch. She thanked her new friends and walked into the classroom.
She went in and sat down. She introduced herself, again, and about 20 minutes into the class, a silver haired hanyou came into the room, slamming the door behind him. "S-Sorry I'm l-late Mr. Morioka." He was out of breath and looked behind him before going over to his seat, next to Kagome. His hair was all over the place, and he panted as he sat in his desk.
"Where's you're pass?" Mr. Morioka asked. Inuyasha's eyes went wide, as he looked down; he got up and began to pull out his pockets. He then went through the pockets on his jacket.
"Shit."
"What was that Mr. Takaoka?" He asked glaring at Inuyasha
"Um, nothing, uh, I seem to have lost my pass." he said looking bewildered. "Well, I suggest that you get one before you are written up for skipping." Inuyasha nodded and left.
A/N* I know it's a weird place to end this, but I want update it, and I only have a few seconds on the Internet so, I wanted to update so here it is, I hope you like it! I know it's not that christmasie right now, but it will be later! lol
Disclaimer: Sorry I didn't have this in the other chappie, but I don't own Inuyasha!
Chapter 2: The Worst Day Ever. Scroll One.
Inuyasha went to his first class, Art, which happened to also be Kagome, Miroku, and Sango's first class as well. Inuyasha and Miroku sat together at one of the tables, and Kagome and Sango sat together at the one right beside it.
"So, What's the teacher like?" Kagome asked as the bell rang. Before anyone
could answer her, the teacher walked in. She was a plump woman with graying
black hair. She wore a big smile on her face and had a Southern Accent when she spoke.
"Sorry Y'all for bein' late, but on with class now, I believe we have a new
student, Ms. Higurashi, would you like to stand up and tell the class a little about yourself?" Kagome nodded and stood up.
"Well, I am 16 years old, Um, I like Archery, I have a cat name Buoyo, and I just moved here from Tokyo." She said smiling. "Well, Miss Higurashi, what is it like to live in a big city like Tokyo?" The teacher asked. "Well, there's a lot more to do there, and I guess it's kind of fun to walk down the crowded streets every morning, listening to the roar of the traffic, I guess it's a lot quieter her in this town." She said with a small chuckle.
She sat down and Mrs. Carter started class.
They all drew something that meant something that had to do with Christmas or whatever holidays that they celebrated. Everyone was happy to be working, except for a silver haired hanyou, who choose to sit and do nothing.
When Mrs. Carter told him that he needed to do the assignment, because it was for a grade. well, I'll get to that in a minute, first though, I want to say what the finishing touches were.
Kagome had drawn a cute little elf, which was wearing a green uniform with pointy ears and a hat and shoes that had red balls at the end of them. And in the background was a wonderful winter scene she painted with rolling hills,
trees and a sunset.
The teacher showed the class all of the paintings and was thoroughly impressed by Kagome's detail and color choices.
Miroku drew a big round Santa Claus, wearing evening clothes, kissing Mrs. Clause underneath some mistletoe.
Sango had a winter scene with Saint Nick driving his sleigh, above all of the houses, covered with snow, each reindeer was drawn perfectly, with one reindeer, up in front with a bright red nose, shining through the fog.
When She got to Inuyasha, she studied the Hanyou 's work, nodded, her chin in one hand painting in the other. Then she frowned and shook her head; this painting was not shown to the class.
"Not you're best work, very detailed and very good Inuyasha, but, this is not what I wanted, nor expected from you, please step outside with you're picture, someone from security will be down to speak with you." Inuyasha shrugged, picked up his stuff and began to leave the classroom. "And, Inuyasha," "Yea?" He said turning back to Mrs. Carter. "Why do you insist on doing something like this every year around Christmas?" He shrugged and left the room.
"What did she mean by 'something like this every year?" Kagome whispered to
Sango. "Well, ever since we were about 13 years old, Inuyasha started acting, well, weird around Christmas time. Before He used to love Christmas, more than any of us, but now.well, he seems to hate it. And every year, when we start to do holiday related things in class, he gets even worse, and he begins to do things differently. Like he will, draw gruesome pictures, of write horrible poems or stories. Miroku and I try to talk to him about it, find out what's wrong, but no matter what we do, he wont listen and he wont tell us what's wrong, so in recent years, we've given up, because, it only makes things worse if we mention Christmas to much."
Kagome looked out the window in the door, when she heard yelling outside, she could only hear bits and pieces but it didn't sound that good for Inuyasha.
"Come on Mr. Turner! 3 days! Isn't that a little harsh?" "Not when you pull a stunt like this every year, and every year I punish you, and you still continue to do it!"
"But Mr. Turner, What about free speech?" Mr. Turner glared at him. Inuyasha sighed, and followed him down the hall.
"I wonder what Mr. Turner is going to do this year?" Sango said, more to herself than to anyone. "Why, what did he do last year?" Kagome asked, her head tilted slightly to the side. "Well, Mr. Turner has always been known for his creative punishments, like ok, last years, he made Inuyasha clean all the bathrooms in the school on his hands and knees, he had to serve 2 days detention, and since he really is a great
artist, he had to paint a winter scene with Santa Clause and everything really big for the winter carnival"
After art, Sango, Miroku, and Kagome went to their next class, Sango and Miroku went to English, but not till after showing Kagome where to go for Creative
Writing class. She thanked them and they planned to meet her right after class in front of her classroom door for lunch. She thanked her new friends and walked into the classroom.
She went in and sat down. She introduced herself, again, and about 20 minutes into the class, a silver haired hanyou came into the room, slamming the door behind him. "S-Sorry I'm l-late Mr. Morioka." He was out of breath and looked behind him before going over to his seat, next to Kagome. His hair was all over the place, and he panted as he sat in his desk.
"Where's you're pass?" Mr. Morioka asked. Inuyasha's eyes went wide, as he looked down; he got up and began to pull out his pockets. He then went through the pockets on his jacket.
"Shit."
"What was that Mr. Takaoka?" He asked glaring at Inuyasha
"Um, nothing, uh, I seem to have lost my pass." he said looking bewildered. "Well, I suggest that you get one before you are written up for skipping." Inuyasha nodded and left.
A/N* I know it's a weird place to end this, but I want update it, and I only have a few seconds on the Internet so, I wanted to update so here it is, I hope you like it! I know it's not that christmasie right now, but it will be later! lol
