Written BY:Rocio
Revised By:Ashley
Chapter:1
Tack, tack, tack, tack, tack, tack
The keyboard sounds as I press my fingers to the keys that spell out the name of my beloved animated monk, Miroku.
The sounds of the other people typing their own search fill my ears. They
don't talk to each other, just trying their best to get all their work done in 45
minutes.
I search and search, but nothing new on Miroku. All the websites saying the same thing
about him: "A perverted monk who asks every pretty women to bare his child
because..."
Everyone who watches the show should know that by now. I sit there, typing
different things to see if I can get some new info on him. Since lady luck
isn't on my side today, I settled for some pictures of him.
The door to the computer lab opens and shuts quietly. I ignore whoever it
is and continue on my search.
"Yumi" my sister calls me quietly making me jump slightly from the surprise
that it was she. She takes a quick peek at what I'm searching for and lets out a
loud sigh. She sits herself on a vacant chair next to mine and touches my
shoulder to grab my attention. I look at her and its like looking at myself in the
mirror.
All three of us look exactly the same on the outside. Same cream color skin, same
long blonde hair, same big blue eye, same beauty mark about half an inch under
our eyes, same meaty pink lips, same height (5'8), same body, same everything.
Some triplets may look identical on the outside but if you look deep under
the skin, where our personalities and our feeling hide, you will see three very
different sets of girls.
Suki and Mine act very much the same: loud, crazy, flirty, and obnoxious little brats. They are selfish, rude, and demand respect everywhere they go. I still wonder how on earth I ever ended up being their sister. I act nothing like them. I am quiet and reserved. I spend most of my time thinking or researching on what I like. Unlike them, I don't let my fame and glory get to my head and believe that I am the best of the best. I take my modeling career very seriously unlike those two. Maybe, that's why I get more runway shows with the most famous designers.
"You want something Suki?" I ask her.
"Yeah, I want something," she tells me, her calm face leaving her. It was
replaced with a much more angry look to say the least.
"I want you and your sorry ass to go downstairs and begin to act like a true model you
are. I mean do you know what people are saying about you? Trust me
you don't want to know. They are saying things that could ruin our modeling
careers. Yumi, please, go outside and at least pretend to care about yourself."
I stared at her. "Do you seriously think that I am going to go downstairs and make a fool
out of myself?" I asked her.
"Yumi, its not making a fool out of yourself its just...acting like a proper
star" she told me.
"Right. Ummm, listen I don't care what they say about me, I don't care what
they say about you. I don't care whit they say about anyone in our family.
OK, I'm busy doing things so why don't you run along now and see what
color Gina died her hair," I told her turning my attention to the computer
screen.
"Fine," she said standing up, "Be an ungrateful little brat. But I'm warning you
that if by next year I'm not working for Versace, it's going to be all your
fault!" she yelled, as she grabbed her bag and left the room.
11 days have passed and two more days until we move to Japan. The last
day the family spends it calling, buying, stuffing their bags with useless
junk, and doing all the preparations for the trip. Me? I sat around already
finished with all I had.
My sister loves the idea of moving. New places to shop, more people to make
their slaves, more things to brag about, and the list goes on and on.
The mansion is huge. I really don't pay any attention on the looks and head
directly to the room that is farther from the rest of the ten rooms. When I
reached my room I see all my stuff has been put in place. My bed is in the
middle wall opposite of the glass doors that lead to my balcony.
At the right of my bed I have small meditation area. It's kind of like a small bed with a soft green sheet. I told my designer to put some dark fabrics to hang around it so the sun
would not disturb me when I do my morning meditations. At the left of my bed
I have my huge closet. I could take my closet and make it two rooms if wanted
to, but decided to just put all my clothes, shoes and personal belongings. In that
closet if also have my makeup table. When you step inside the closet there is
also another door, which is for my bathroom. It is soft purple like my room, with a
shower, a tub, a Jacuzzi, my toilet, sink, supply closet, and a table in case I decided to
do my make up there.
Everything was done already. The clothes had been sent to the house the
yesterday night leaving us all with the cloths we were to wear today and our nightgowns. I have nothing to do. I'm not in the mood to explore the house just because I don't
even want to live here and I'll end up lost in this maze they call a house. They just
wanted to show off and waste four million dollars. We'll probably end up selling the mansion as soon as they get bored of it.
I sit my cross-legged on my huge bed and open my laptop. I open up a web
page and begin my search for something new. I search and search but nothing.
"Damn these people! Couldn't one of them be original?" I sighed in frustration.
That's it time for some meditation. I am about to close the page when I see a name of a page I have never seen before.
"Open Vortex To The Inuyasha World"
Sounds interesting I think. Lets see what you have
I double click the site and the information starts to download. A bright
light with mixtures of colors like blue, purple, yellow, teal and other colors start to appear.
"Nice," I said to myself.
I was so into the colors, I didn't notice that inch-by-inch I was being
swallowed by the light. I felt my ears go numb then my leg and that's when I realized what is happening to me. A force pulled me towards my computer and I tried my best to pull against it; too late. The last thing I remembered before I lost all senses was my ear-shattering scream for help. But as I expected, no one came.
Hope you guys think it's better than the 1st.Remember R&R please
