A/N: WHAT??! Another story? You are so irresponsible! I know that you aren't going to keep up with this one either! Are you? Are you? Are you?!!! You never update! Waaahhh!
Kagome sat on the sofa reading a burgundy book with a hard cover. It was another literary classic. Kagome tipped her teeny reading glasses with the small oval lenses up her nose. It was an unconscious sort of twitch. The grandfather clock chimed four o-clock. Kagome's own grandfather was dead. He had been dead for five years at least. The clock was just disturbing enough to cause Kagome to look briefly up from her book.
She saw her mother watching a movie on one of those wussy women's channels. Her mom had gone through three-fourths of the box of tissues. It was evident not from looking in the box itself, but from the sheer volume of the crumpled balls of tissue paper surrounding her. Kagome looked at the television screen. There was a woman kneeling on a graveplot holding a little baby. The woman was telling the little baby about how wonderful her mother was and how she would never get to see her growing up, that she was the last little way for her mother to live on. The woman was crying, so was Kagome's mother.
Kagome made a gagging gesture and returned to reading her book. She tipped her glasses up again.
"Kagome... wouldn't it be nice to have a baby?" Her mom spoke to her longingly.
"Sure." Kagome responded without looking up from her book.
"Kagome, I want grandchildren. Why don't you find someone already?" Her mother nagged.
"I don't want to have children, mom. I don't want to get married. We've been through this. Ask Sota to give you grandchildren." Kagome set her open book down in her lap and glared at her mother.
"Kagome, you know that his wife didn't want children either so he had that operation. You're my last hope!" Her mother looked away from the television and got a bit more confrontational.
"Why can't you just respect my wishes, mother? I visit you every saturday! Isn't that enough?"
"No! Respect MY wishes! I want grandchildren!" Her mother insisted.
"Why don't you just adopt a kid? That would keep you busy!"
"I don't want to adopt! I want you to have a baby!"
"I don't WANT a baby!"
Kagome's mom grabbed Kagome by the wrist and dragged her towards the well house.
"It's been nineteen years already! Make up with Inuyasha!"
"NO! It's not going to happen!" Kagome dragged her feet. Why was her mother this strong?
It wasn't that Kagome's mother was strong, it's that Kagome had gotten pretty weak. She didn't do a lot of manual labor as a librarian.
"Kagome! You are not being fair to me! You shouldn't withhold grandchildren from me over some petty spat!" Kagome was getting nearer and nearer to the wellhouse and was now flopping herself against the ground like a toddler, trying to make it harder for her mother to pull her.
"It was NOT a petty spat! It was a clean break up! That's history! Leave me alone! Let go of me."
They reached the well house and were going inside. "Just put it behind you and make me a grandchild!"
"NO!" Kagome grabbed onto the rim of the well and was holding on to it for dear life. "You're being ridiculous. If you throw me in, I'll just come right back, and then you are going in a home!" Of course Kagome didn't mean this, she just wanted her mom to let go of her. She was thirty-four, much, much too old for this kind of garbage.
"Your clock is ticking, Kagome!" Her mother grabbed her by the ankles and flipped her into the well.
Kagome continued to hold on to the rim from inside. "Then I hope it runs out already so you will stop nagging me!" Kagome shouted.
"That isn't very nice." Her mom peeled Kagome off of the well one finger at a time.
As Kagome was falling she shouted: "YOU'RE GOING IN A HOOOO..."
Poor Kagome never got to finish that sentence.
Kagome sat on the sofa reading a burgundy book with a hard cover. It was another literary classic. Kagome tipped her teeny reading glasses with the small oval lenses up her nose. It was an unconscious sort of twitch. The grandfather clock chimed four o-clock. Kagome's own grandfather was dead. He had been dead for five years at least. The clock was just disturbing enough to cause Kagome to look briefly up from her book.
She saw her mother watching a movie on one of those wussy women's channels. Her mom had gone through three-fourths of the box of tissues. It was evident not from looking in the box itself, but from the sheer volume of the crumpled balls of tissue paper surrounding her. Kagome looked at the television screen. There was a woman kneeling on a graveplot holding a little baby. The woman was telling the little baby about how wonderful her mother was and how she would never get to see her growing up, that she was the last little way for her mother to live on. The woman was crying, so was Kagome's mother.
Kagome made a gagging gesture and returned to reading her book. She tipped her glasses up again.
"Kagome... wouldn't it be nice to have a baby?" Her mom spoke to her longingly.
"Sure." Kagome responded without looking up from her book.
"Kagome, I want grandchildren. Why don't you find someone already?" Her mother nagged.
"I don't want to have children, mom. I don't want to get married. We've been through this. Ask Sota to give you grandchildren." Kagome set her open book down in her lap and glared at her mother.
"Kagome, you know that his wife didn't want children either so he had that operation. You're my last hope!" Her mother looked away from the television and got a bit more confrontational.
"Why can't you just respect my wishes, mother? I visit you every saturday! Isn't that enough?"
"No! Respect MY wishes! I want grandchildren!" Her mother insisted.
"Why don't you just adopt a kid? That would keep you busy!"
"I don't want to adopt! I want you to have a baby!"
"I don't WANT a baby!"
Kagome's mom grabbed Kagome by the wrist and dragged her towards the well house.
"It's been nineteen years already! Make up with Inuyasha!"
"NO! It's not going to happen!" Kagome dragged her feet. Why was her mother this strong?
It wasn't that Kagome's mother was strong, it's that Kagome had gotten pretty weak. She didn't do a lot of manual labor as a librarian.
"Kagome! You are not being fair to me! You shouldn't withhold grandchildren from me over some petty spat!" Kagome was getting nearer and nearer to the wellhouse and was now flopping herself against the ground like a toddler, trying to make it harder for her mother to pull her.
"It was NOT a petty spat! It was a clean break up! That's history! Leave me alone! Let go of me."
They reached the well house and were going inside. "Just put it behind you and make me a grandchild!"
"NO!" Kagome grabbed onto the rim of the well and was holding on to it for dear life. "You're being ridiculous. If you throw me in, I'll just come right back, and then you are going in a home!" Of course Kagome didn't mean this, she just wanted her mom to let go of her. She was thirty-four, much, much too old for this kind of garbage.
"Your clock is ticking, Kagome!" Her mother grabbed her by the ankles and flipped her into the well.
Kagome continued to hold on to the rim from inside. "Then I hope it runs out already so you will stop nagging me!" Kagome shouted.
"That isn't very nice." Her mom peeled Kagome off of the well one finger at a time.
As Kagome was falling she shouted: "YOU'RE GOING IN A HOOOO..."
Poor Kagome never got to finish that sentence.