My first fanfic ever. This should b interesting…well, I hope yall like it

Disclaimer: if I owned inuyasha, I would be soooo spiffy, but I don't. I don't even own a good comb. That is really sad.

Bold/flashback

Italic/thought

"Quotes"/dialogue

(A/n)/author's note…. that's pretty much all u need to know. (And if it isn't, u can come keep me company at the clinic. U know, it gets really lonely there sometimes..sadness)

Its summer

Im free

No more school for me

3 WHOLE MONTHS!

Damn this feels good

Alarm clock?

Fuck that

The man can die for all I care

Maybe at his funeral

He'll be eaten by a bear

That asshole is dumb as hell

But one thing is clear as a bell

Homework?

Fuck that

Don't even show me a pen

Or I will hurt you

And then?

Ill just go back to summer

Where im finally free

From the fucking fuckers

Who don't give a fuck about me

…………..Have a nice summer!

Silence. 18-year-old Kagome Higurashi woke up to complete and overwhelming stillness. Her hand reached over to turn off the alarm clock, but fell through the air, to land bluntly on her bedside table. Confused, she tried to explain to herself why the little demon of a machine was absent today. A distant smile graced her ivory-pale features as she remembered the previous night. Oh right

FLASHBACK

Kag's housekeeper's pov

A trio of motorcycles came to a halt at the front walkway of the most colossal mansion in the world.

That'll be kagome and her little posse back from school. I don't know why I just had to work for the richest family in the world. I should have known that the little punk would be rambunctious. Oh well. The more destructive they are, the more I get paid.

Normal pov

The poor door never stood a chance. It came rattling down as kagome, accompanied by sango and miroku, her two bestest friends since before the womb, crashed into higurashi manor. They had been through more together than most normal 3-ringed circuses out there. More schools, more suspensions, and more skipped detentions. (a/n: tee hee hee. That rhymed…stop laughing and keep reading, buster)

They arrived to see a very disgruntled housekeeper staring at the damage they had inflicted with a look of the utmost abhorrence. (a/n: don't mind the big words. Im just nerdy).

"Sorry, ummm…new girl?" sango tried oh so hard to keep a straight face, but when she turned around to look at the damage she had had a part in causing, she fell to the marble floor, laughing so hard that hot tears spilled from her eyes, and she was drooling on herself.

Eventually, she was pulled off her giggly ass by miroku. It turned out that 'new girl' had been working there since before kagome was born. Whoopsies. After about a nanosecond of embarrassment, the trio stampeded up 4 flights of stairs to kagome's room, which took up the whole fifth floor.

The walls were all black, with silver and black satin scarves draped over every lamp and window, and hanging from the ceiling. To match, she had a double-king-sized circle bed that rotated at the flick of a switch. Goose feather mattresses and pillows embroidered in silver thread adorned the frame, and the black mesh canopy had a silver spider web pattern on it. Black crushed velvet comforters covered black satin sheets. (Lovely to look at, but it took her bout 15 minutes just to find her way to the inside)

They all piled onto the bed, and decided to end their junior year with a horror movie marathon, thinking that it summed up everything about 11th grade perfectly.

They chose House on Haunted Hill, The Ring, The Grudge, White Noise, Boogeyman, and Children Shouldn't Play With Dead Things. (a/n: great movies. The last one I saw with one of my best friends, Brittany. Its really old.)

After a night of comparing zombies and possessed houses to students and faculty at their school, sango and miroku had fallen asleep; miroku snoring like the chain smoker he was.

Feeling content, kagome scanned her room. When her eyes fell upon her alarm clock on her bedside table, she came to an epiphany. She approached the table with determination. I no longer need to know the time of day, or night, or when to wake up or do other boring things that require the time. And I never want to see you again, Mr. clocky. You have caused me nothing but trouble.

And in one fluid motion, she tore the clock out of the outlet in the wall, and hurled it out the open window, beeping in protest. Beeping will get you nowhere.

With a feeling of calm resolve, she dug out some spare blankets and cloaked her and her friends in hand-knitted goodness.

END OF FLASHBACK

Realizing that Sango and Miroku had disappeared, she sat up and half-smiled when she saw them tangled up on the floor. Sango, not a morning person, was being a grumpy gurly, and, getting frustrated, kicked Miroku in the stomach, then rolled over him.

After sticking out her tongue at the bewildered boy with a broken spleen (a/n: one of my fav words. Spleeeeeeeeeen), she raced to the bathroom, competitive as always. She would race anybody anywhere, even for the tiniest things, like being the first one ready in the mornings. Or, in other words, using up all the hot water.

While steam came billowing out of the bathroom, Kagome and Miroku went downstairs to watch Comedy Central until Sango was ready.

"Maybe I should go check on her. See if she needs any help…" said Miroku as he was inching towards the staircase, all perverted-face.

But at that moment when Kagome was wrestling Miroku away from the banister, the front door of the manor (newly repaired) flew open, and in walked the person none of them particularly wanted to see that summer…

Cliffies are fun, aren't they? Please review, and ill give a humongous shout out to my first 3 reviewers. Tell me right now if I should throw it into oncoming traffic. Luv yall.

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