So then, I've only heard from one person what they think the title should be and I agree. So I'm changing it and whenever the eighth chapter is posted this story will be called "Waking Dream" as suggested by momsdarksecret(thanks a lot!). Ok, so here's chapter 7. I have a lot to say at the bottom, in fact it's kinda going to be a lecture but I find it important even though you've probably heard it before.
Disclaimer: you already know it.
Chapter 7:
Woke up early today, Tuesday. Another horrible day of the week, actually everyday is horrible. I mean even the weekend. On Saturday you're thinking 'oh no, tomorrow's Sunday and then back to school'. But today felt worse, I had a hard time sleeping last night and we had to take grandma to the hospital because he stuck something up his nose while we were eating. Nothing serious though.
I went to pick up Sango this morning just like yesterday and this time found her wearing a skirt, the usual girl uniform.
"Sango, why are you dressed like that?"
"the school principal called my dad last night and told him I had to wear a skirt or I'd be suspended" she looked at her butt " Kagome how can you stand this! I'm afraid the wind might blow and show my ass"
"well, are you wearing any shorts under it?"
"oops, be right back. Great idea"
She came back a minute later with a slight smile on her face.
"well, I feel better, in any case it's longer than the normal skirt"
It's true, her skirt was about an inch over her knee long whereas mine and most of the other skirts were mid-thigh. Whoever made up this uniform was a sexist and perverted guy.(AN: I can imagine Miroku weaving it in a little hut with a small sick smile and a perverted look in his eyes)
We then left towards the school. We walked slowly under the shade of the trees that were in her street until we finally reached the main rode which contained hundreds of busy people walking like maniacs.
We pushed through the multitudes of people until we were finally across the school. Then we ran towards the gates just as the first bell rang.
Once inside people began to look at Sango again like if she was some sort of freak. Dude, she's actually wearing the school uniform! Hello!
"I knew she wouldn't dare to keep dressing like the boys" someone whispered and others agreed.
Sango seemed completely calm about the whole matter. That's what's great about Sango, I've come to realize that she doesn't care what other people say about her they're not important...well, at least the people she doesn't care about.
"we're here" Sango said as soon as we reached Myoga's classroom.
"yeah, there goes another hour off my life"
She smiled. And we walked in.
I'm going to skip telling you all about my first hour and other classes since I found them boring and my mother taught me that you should never do to others what you wouldn't like to be done to you. So I'm going straight to lunch.
Anyway, here I am sitting under the Sakura's shade with Sango. Talking about all the crap that we feel like talking. Whether it's about surfing in Hawaii (which we didn't talk about and I'm not making it a priority either) or the project.
"so what's yours gonna be about Sango?" I asked her, not really that curious but wanting to find out just for the heck of it.
" well" she swallowed the piece of ham and cheese sandwich in her mouth "we're going to tell the story of a girl who has to tutor this guy. And he's really dumb, not like duh dumb but more like-I like rainbows and watching the sunrise- dumb. So- "
"so he's gay?" I interrupted her
" no, you see, that's the thing. The girl can't stand that he's so fruity and yet he's not gay. And even when she's finished tutoring him he keeps looking for her and begins writing her lovy-dovy poems with the vocabulary words she taught him until finally the bomb explodes in the girl. And she gets rid of him-"
"how?" it sounded funny so I got interested
"I'm not gonna tell you how...cause I don't know how" she said and then smiled
"well, I'm sure it'll end up being one of the best comedies"
She frowned and said "it's a drama"
A drama!
" HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!"
"hey stop it! It's not funny"
"you're gonna end up being one of those really awful writers aren't you?"
"yeah, well, what about your idea?"
I stopped laughing and told her about it.
"That's your brilliant idea" it wasn't a question
"seriously? No"
I was about to explain my idea to her when we saw two people coming in our direction. Guess who they were.
" I can't believe we are so lucky as to cross our paths with such beautiful young ladies Inuyasha"
"me either" he answered "especially since I can't see any"
yeah...I almost fell for it.
" Kagome the place is starting to smell funny don't you think?" Sango sniffed the air and then looked straight at Miroku's dark eyes "like too much aftershave"
he simply smiled, no one expected him to get angry, not really.
" the saddest part is that it's usually guys who don't have anything growing that wear so much of that crap" I said, that should get him a bit puffed.
"See Inuyasha, I told you not to wear so much cologne" Miroku said jokingly
"where are you going Inu?" I asked him
He looked at me and answered "Isn't obvious? Genious."
"quite"
I changed my eye point of view and looked towards where Sango was since I had noticed a quick flash of hand.
SLAP!
Miroku was lying on the floor next to her with a big red hand print in his face. And she was standing up in a protective, angry manner.
"what? All I did was complement you!" Miroku yelled as he sat up, but his eyes were dancing with excitement
"well don't!" Sango yelled back
He'd touched her butt. It's what he always does to every girl in school, except me, well, every girl he met.
"I just think you look very nice in the skirt, it fits you better. I forgot to tell you that last hour. It shows your long pretty legs"
"wow, what a compliment. Nice seeing you Miroku" she said, the sarcasm never leaving her voice.
He got up "till next time Suki" and looked around
"it's Sango" my friend said
"right" he said, not really caring or listening "where's Inuyasha?" he asked
"oh he left, a long time ago" I answered.
He frowned and walked in the direction I had seen Inuyasha walk in. You know I get the feeling I'm forgetting something. I got so entertained with Sango and that pervert that I-
"Kagome...ahem...you were about to explain your idea to me" Sango said and sat back down next to me.
"oh, that's right! Well, now that I think about it, I don't want to tell you. At least not yet, I have to get my ideas straight."
"right...you don't have any ideas do you?"
"no, not really. I mean I have something in mind but I'm not sure if I should put it on paper"
"just do whatever you think is best" she said
The bell rang a few seconds afterwards and Sango and I went our separate ways.
When seventh period came around I talked to Sango before class began and when it did something hit me in the head. Realization. Inuyasha's not here and I forgot to tell him about Friday. What am I, stupid?
Seventh period ended like every class and we were finally free from school. I was glad because today I didn't have so much homework weighing down on me.
After school I walked Sango to her house and then went straight to mine. When I got there my grandpa was in the living room, apparently he had already been released from the hospital and he was reading a book. Oh no, I saw the title of the book, it's called "How to Make your Grandchildren Become Priests". You know, they make a book about everything, don't they? He's read that book before and has put it into practice. I was 12 and Sota was 7, and grandpa decided to show us the many wonders of priesting.
He made us do work around the shrine and attend the costumers more than usual. For a whole week we swept the floors with large brooms we couldn't even hold. Dusted the furniture and statues, raked the leaves, cut the grass, listened to long lectures from gramps, and sold charms that would never help anyone with anything. After that week went by of taking care of the shrine it made me realize I hated it and would never become a priestess. So I grabbed Sota's hand and walked out of the shrine and treated the both of us to an ice cream cone.
My grandpa blamed himself, he though he'd misread the bookApparently now he's attempting to read it again.
I climbed up the stairs noiselessly, that way he wouldn't hear or see me. Inside my room I did the same thing as always. I started the few homework I had and finished it in a few hours, then I listened to some music, went downstairs, talked to my mom, had dinner, listened to my grandpa trying to convince us to become priests, blah, blah, blah. Life is just too ordinary.
I went to bed at eleven since I had stayed up a little later to watch t.v. I lay in my bed for a few minutes until my eyes got heavy and...
This bag is just too full today. I can barely carry it.
-"uhf"
I put down the bag and then climbed out of the well. It was already sundown and he's probably gonna come look for me in a while.
I put a foot out of the well and as soon as it touched the grass. Something bit me.
-"ouch!"
I sat on the edge of the old well,rubbed my leg and wondered what had bit me. Then he came.
-"what took you so long?" he said annoyingly
-"sorry, something bit me, I didn't see what" I said while still rubbing my leg
He then ran to find whatever had bit me. And later when I saw him he said all he could find was a few pieces of paper. But by then the pain had eased.
I went to where everyone else was in the little hut that belonged to the old priestess and told them what had happened. I didn't have any bite marks on me so they weren't sure if I had actually been bitten.
The old woman asked him to give her the papers and as she looked over them I decided to give everyone the little treats my mom had made for them. As soon as I gave them their food I felt my heart skip a beat...the shards.
I looked down at the little glass container where the small pieces were and saw they had turned black. Suddenly the container broke, and the shards flew into my neck.
-"agh"
- "Kagome!" I heard him yell
I remember falling, I remember darkness, I remember the pain, but I remember nothing else.
I sat up in my bed
cough "mom!" I was having difficulty breathing. Am I chocking? It feels like there's something stuck in my throatcough "MOM!" I yelled as hard as I could.
She ran into the room
"Kagome what's wrong?"
I couldn't talk by them, breathing was becoming even harder. I saw her expression. She ran over to the phone and called an ambulance I suppose, by then my hearing was gone, and my vision was getting blurrier.
Then there was only darkness and nothing more.
Ok, that's it for chapter 7. I hope you liked it. Is this considered a cliffie? I don't know you tell me. By the way sorry I took 2 weeks but school's been hard, I've been getting a lot of homework. I've had to go to bed at midnight and still have to wake up at five to finish more of it. Anyway, remember when the next chapter comes out this story will be called "Waking Dream". Also, just so you know, this is just the beginning, we have still not reached the plot. And this is like a second part to chapter 6, since I didn't want to put too much stuff in chapter 6. Please remember to review. Also, read the lecture, it has nothing to do with the story but I think it's extremely important that you read it.
Lecture: this has nothing to do with the story or any story I may write. Since all of that is fiction, what I'm going to write is real, and is happening everywhere around us. It may affect you as much as it affected me or maybe it won' t but I just want you to know anyway. On Thursday, a few people came to my school to talk about drugs, at first I though they would talk about the usual, "don't do drugs, they're bad" thing, I'm already used to it and find it pointless since I don't ever plan on doing it but as soon as the assembly began they were aggressive towards us. They showed us pictures of just a few of the people who had died from drug overdose. One of the pictures was of a boy lying in his bed, dead. From his mouth blood was pouring out, since he had choked on it, he hadn't been able to move from the position he was in when he was alive since the drugs had shut down his whole body. We heard the 911 call his mom had made, he was only 17, and we found out that his little eight year old brother had been sleeping in a tent next to his brother's bed that night. Can you imagine how horrible that must have been? His mother says that she hears every night when she goes to sleep the zipping of the bag where they put her 17 year old son's body in. Another showed a picture of a boy already in his coffin. He had been smoking with some of his "friends" and when they saw he was getting worse from smoking or inhaling whatever he was doing they left him there to die, they could have saved him by calling an ambulance but they didn't want to get into trouble. These people were supposedly his friends and they left him there to die a lonely and painful death. The third was of a young 21 year old woman who's five year old daughter found her lying in bed, dead. That child will be traumatized forever with the image of her dead mother. All of these people had good families who loved them (and there were more stories) but they will never see their families again and their families will never see them either. It doesn't matter if you're rich or poor, it happens everywhere, in any ethnicity, social class, and at all ages. My point is, one of these could be your story, and the only way to avoid it is if you stay out of drugs. Remember, there is no going back, death is final.
Evanangel
