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Chapter 3: The Worst Day Ever. Scroll Two.

Inuyasha left and came back with a yellow pass. Mr. Morioka nodded and Inuyasha once again took his seat.

"Now, Class For a grade, I want you to write a short Christmas story, or what ever holiday you celebrate. Now, no copying other stories like the Grinch, it must be you're original story. I'll give you an hour, and then you will read you're story to the class. Ready? Begin!"

Everyone got out paper and pencils and began writing their stories. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~~ Almost done! ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

After an hour, they were called up one by one to read their stories. Finally Kagome was called.

"Um. My story is called Christmas for an Elf." She said. "Have you ever wondered, what it would be like to be an elf around Christmas time? Busy, hustling around to get the toys made for all the boys and girls?

Well, this is the story of one very special elf, who saved Christmas.

Kagome read her story about the elf, and it was very warm fuzzy inside, but

since it was four pages long, and I'm to lazy to write that much, you actually don't get to hear her story.sorry.but look on the bright side, it was

Inuyasha's turn next.MUHAhahahahahahahahahaAHAHAHAHAHAHAHahahahahahahaHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

Inuyasha got up with a single sheet of paper. Kagome watched as he walked up to the front of the classroom.

"Mr. Takaoka, you only wrote a page?" The teacher asked. "Yea, well." "Well, read it." Inuyasha nodded.

"Ok, My Story Is Called: A Lot Happier Than Before" Kagome thought about his title, and had expecting from Sango a gruesome story, figured, how can a story by that title be gruesome? Well, she was going to find out.

"Mom! I'm home!" A young boy yelled throughout the house. "I'm in the kitchen!" She yelled back. The boy walked into the kitchen; his

mother was baking cookies. "Ooh! Can I have one?" The boy asked, drooling. "You can have one, the rest are for Santa Claus." She said with a smile. The boy grumbled but took his cookie.

It was Christmas Eve, so his mom always made cookies for Santa. So tonight, he decided that that was going to change.

The boy waited, for Santa to come, when the boy heard Santa come down the Chimney, he waited in silence. "HO HO HO!" He hears the jolly man laugh, 'He won't be jolly much longer.' The boy thought. Then when Santa was in sight. *BAM! BAM! * He shot his father's rifle and killed Santa.

His parents heard shooting and came running down the stairs to see A man in a big red suit and a long white beard, sprawled out on the floor. Blood oozing everywhere. And then they saw the boy, sitting with his father's rifle in his lap, eating all the chocolate chip cookies. The boy looked up with a huge smile on his face, and said.

"I'm A Lot Happier than before." Inuyasha bowed as the class looked on in shock. Inuyasha only looked at their faces and sniggered, he handed his story to the teacher.

"Mr. Takaoka! Outside NOW! Security will be down to get you." "You know what, Fuck that, I'm leaving!" He said, packing up his stuff and leaving the classroom, slamming the door behind him.

But to his unfortunate luck, they caught him, before he could leave the school, and he was brought to Principal Kaede's office.

A/N* ok sorry, I know. another weird place to end but I have to get off the computer so I wanted to update this so I'll try to update it soon! Please REVIEW!