Kagome was good.

Not in bed, or at sports.

Just as good person. Compassionate and kind. Always willing to help out.

Fearless and brave. Although not everyone knew that. Bravery was something Kagome reserved for dangerous, risky and hazardous situations. Her goodness though, always shone through in everything the happy, go-getting, gentle, young lady did.

Everyone who knew the pretty teenager agreed; Kagome was wonderfully well behaved, especially nice and just all around good.

Kagome, was by far the most wondrously, magnanimously, spiffily, super-fantastically good girl ever.

But she never rubbed anyone's face in that! Not dear, sweet, sensitive, darling Kagome whom everyone liked.

Liked?

What a weak, puny, frail and ill-fitting word to describe what people felt for Kagome.

No. It was more then that!

Much, much more!

Adoration! Idolization! Reverence even! Words could not describe how the world loved Kagome.

It wasn't shallow, self-serving love either. It wasn't because she was pretty, because of course she was. And it wasn't because she could travel through time!

It was because she was so wildly, awfully, completely, totally, omnipotently, entirely, supremely, mind bogglingly, exceedingly, exceptionally, marvellously, stupendously, shockingly, awe inspiringly, immensely, exclusively, eerily, fabulously, ....

Wait.

Lost my train of thought....