Kagome
Kagome left the library early. It was no use sitting there doing nothing. She went to her locker to get her next classes books, Biology. "Stupid locker." It always stuck, she felt like kicking the stupid thing. But she stood there glaring at it.
"It won't melt, no matter how long you stare at it," came a voice at her side. "Sango! You snuck up quietly." "You've got to sneak about when when you cut as many classes as I do." "Again?" "Well, what's the use? I'm moving, aren't I? I'm moving in the middle of the semester, and I'm going to start in the middle of thier semester. I might as well give it up until Christmas."
Kagome smiled as she watched Sango work her magic with her locker. Who was going to make her smile after she left? Who else was going to ignore her please of quiet and drag her to a party anyway? Who was going to make her laugh? Just because Sango was moving her life was going into hell, not to mention her mother was in the hospital yet again for treatment.
The bell rang and they started to leave. Someone ran into the both of them. "You guys queer or something?" "Piss off Kikyo." The slut of the school was there. They sat down at their table in the back. They listened to what other people were talking about. "Hey, Miroku did you hear 'bout that murder last night?" "Ya, I read it in the paper this morning. What else have you heard about it Shippo?" "Her throught was slashed. And she was Stella's cuz." "God, it's like Jack the Ripper or something." "Ugh." They agreed in unision.
During their last class she thought of the boy she saw last night. 'He could catch a cold if he stayed out like that anylonger, I wonder who he is anyways.' Then she thought of a poem, but the words only came to her, she would have to put them in order later. So far she came up with: Silver boy in the moonlight.
Her father came to pick her up to take her to the hospital to see her mom. She got there and was shocked to see her mother like that again, pale in the bed and so skinny, with lots of tubes sticking in her skin. Her father ushered her out saying that he didn't want her to see her mother the way she was.
She went to the park after her father ushered her out of the hospital. She sat on the bench again like she did everynight. A shiver ran down her spine like somethign icy touched her. "It's a beautiful night," came a soft voice besider her. She turned swiftly, her heart pounding. A young man sat there, more boy than man, slight and pale, had silver hair, dark wild eyes that held the stars, but they were filled with sadness. The lamplight outlined him against the dark bushes behind like a ring of frost around the moon. He smiled at her like a dog would smiles, with humor. "You scared me," she whispered. Who was he, this was the second time he had done that to her.
"Sorry," but he didn't look it. She looked a little suprised and he said, "We're even now, you scared me." "Why would you be scared? It's you creeping up on people." He reached for her hand. She snatched it away and stood up. How dare he sneak up on her. He seemed surprised for a second, but then his smile deepened, and a dreamy look was on his face. "Please stay," he said in tones soft and lullaby. His eyes were huge, dark, and gentle. She hesitated for a moment. He seemed so understanding. Surely she could talk to him. Then her anger surfaced again 'The manipulated jerk', she thought.
"I don't know what your after but you can look for it somewhere else." She turned and walked firmly away. "It strikes me," he called after her in a voice now with an edge in it, "that girls who sit alone in parks at night are after something." She was so furios that she could have turned and screamed at him. She almost did but no, thats what he wants.
She walked home and started to heat up some left over pizza. While she ate she thought more and more about the boy. Was he weird? Whould he have hurt her? No, he wouldn't hurt her, he looked like an angel.
Kagome left the library early. It was no use sitting there doing nothing. She went to her locker to get her next classes books, Biology. "Stupid locker." It always stuck, she felt like kicking the stupid thing. But she stood there glaring at it.
"It won't melt, no matter how long you stare at it," came a voice at her side. "Sango! You snuck up quietly." "You've got to sneak about when when you cut as many classes as I do." "Again?" "Well, what's the use? I'm moving, aren't I? I'm moving in the middle of the semester, and I'm going to start in the middle of thier semester. I might as well give it up until Christmas."
Kagome smiled as she watched Sango work her magic with her locker. Who was going to make her smile after she left? Who else was going to ignore her please of quiet and drag her to a party anyway? Who was going to make her laugh? Just because Sango was moving her life was going into hell, not to mention her mother was in the hospital yet again for treatment.
The bell rang and they started to leave. Someone ran into the both of them. "You guys queer or something?" "Piss off Kikyo." The slut of the school was there. They sat down at their table in the back. They listened to what other people were talking about. "Hey, Miroku did you hear 'bout that murder last night?" "Ya, I read it in the paper this morning. What else have you heard about it Shippo?" "Her throught was slashed. And she was Stella's cuz." "God, it's like Jack the Ripper or something." "Ugh." They agreed in unision.
During their last class she thought of the boy she saw last night. 'He could catch a cold if he stayed out like that anylonger, I wonder who he is anyways.' Then she thought of a poem, but the words only came to her, she would have to put them in order later. So far she came up with: Silver boy in the moonlight.
Her father came to pick her up to take her to the hospital to see her mom. She got there and was shocked to see her mother like that again, pale in the bed and so skinny, with lots of tubes sticking in her skin. Her father ushered her out saying that he didn't want her to see her mother the way she was.
She went to the park after her father ushered her out of the hospital. She sat on the bench again like she did everynight. A shiver ran down her spine like somethign icy touched her. "It's a beautiful night," came a soft voice besider her. She turned swiftly, her heart pounding. A young man sat there, more boy than man, slight and pale, had silver hair, dark wild eyes that held the stars, but they were filled with sadness. The lamplight outlined him against the dark bushes behind like a ring of frost around the moon. He smiled at her like a dog would smiles, with humor. "You scared me," she whispered. Who was he, this was the second time he had done that to her.
"Sorry," but he didn't look it. She looked a little suprised and he said, "We're even now, you scared me." "Why would you be scared? It's you creeping up on people." He reached for her hand. She snatched it away and stood up. How dare he sneak up on her. He seemed surprised for a second, but then his smile deepened, and a dreamy look was on his face. "Please stay," he said in tones soft and lullaby. His eyes were huge, dark, and gentle. She hesitated for a moment. He seemed so understanding. Surely she could talk to him. Then her anger surfaced again 'The manipulated jerk', she thought.
"I don't know what your after but you can look for it somewhere else." She turned and walked firmly away. "It strikes me," he called after her in a voice now with an edge in it, "that girls who sit alone in parks at night are after something." She was so furios that she could have turned and screamed at him. She almost did but no, thats what he wants.
She walked home and started to heat up some left over pizza. While she ate she thought more and more about the boy. Was he weird? Whould he have hurt her? No, he wouldn't hurt her, he looked like an angel.