Kagome went home. It was in the cruelest of the projects. Many guys from the sidewalk wolf-whistled and said stuff like 'Girl i'd take you home!' ,but this didn't bother her because she ignored it.
Her mom lay on the couch with a beer bottle in her hand and she was passed out completely. kagome was used to this. her mom always passed ou on the couch whenever she drank, which was everyday.
She went into her room and lay on her bed. She wished she had a better life than this. She'd seen pictures of celebrity people's houses like Ciara or Snoop or P.Diddy. She wished she could live like that. Not in the middle of the projects.
She buried her face in a pillow and held her breathe. She didn't have the courage and boldness to kill herself, but it was relieving to pretend to. After a moment she exhaled and uncovered her face and began to pick off the peeling pant off the walls. This was the most fun thing there was to do in this nasty old house.
She finally got bored of peeling paint off her bedroom wall and when she was finished, there was a big space with no paint on it and just plain wood. She got up and started to search for something to eat. It was night time and since they didn't have electricity she couldn't se anything. She felt her way to the kitchen.
She reached for the refrigerator door handle and pulled it causing it to brake off with a loud snap. She stomped her foot and threw it behind her and listened to the sound of it landing on a few dirty pots and pans. She was pleased at her sudden release of anger and she smiled a bit.
She forced the fridge door open and searched around.
Ketchup, cheese, water, mayonaise, soy sauce, and a few bruised apples. Kagome was angry once again. Nothing to eat at all. She bent down to grab the best looking apple and she took a bite. it was sweet and juicy but sour from the deep gashes.
She threw the apple away when she found a small worm crawling in a hole on the other side that she hadn't examined. She ran to the bathroom and threw up violently. She lay her head on the counter with an empty stomach and a bad taste in her mouth. She started towards the window in her room. She was on the 5th story of these trashy apartments.
She opened the window and stuck her head out to look. It would definitly kill her if she jumped. But painless probably. She crawled out and carefully stepped on the flowerpot counter. It was thin but it supported her. She looked down and changed her mind and quickly went back in the house. It was so tempting, but she would make something of herself one day, and she would only live once.
I know this was a short chapter but i didn't have much time! I'll write more, don't worry!