READ! I'm really sorry that I haven't been updating lately, it has been about a month, or two. It's because I'm going to have exams on Monday, I had to study during winter break! And I have writers block. I don't know how to end the story! HELP! Can you guys help me, please?
And some advice, don't egg cheerleaders. I actually tried this before the winter break. This girl was being thrown up into the air and I hit her. But I only realised after that it was my friend. She figured out it was me and made me help her practise after school with her sister. I have the stupid count in my head! And it won't come out. And when ever there is police men at your school don't bug them about what's happening, they will just get mad at you. I eventually found out there was supposed to be a fight involving guns. The last time the police men came to our school I think it was five years ago when there used to be bombing threats.
I'm also sorry that the chapter is so short; I have about five minutes before the computer is brought to the computer dude. He's supposed to put and antivirus on it.
The one called lucky
Chapter eight: Praying with your fingers
She held onto the sheets, her fist turning white in the processes, her face buried in the pillow. She let out a sigh. She had been awake for hours, but didn't have the guts to get up from her sleeping position. She could hear Ayame's uneven breaths, from behind her. Sango was in the corner, a blanket draped over her shoulders, she slept deeply. After the party, Sango and Kagome dragged a drunken Ayame to the YMCA so they could get some shelter from the heavy snow fall.
The cold seeped through her thin cot, keeping her awake for most of the night. She shifted to her other side so she was facing Ayame. Kagome watched as the girl scrunched her face, and then arched her eyebrow in a weird manner. Slowly standing while making the least noise she could, a grunt came from Ayame. The girl's arms swung up, as if she was going to grab something. "Help me up Kagome." She said squinting her eyes.
"I don't think that's a good idea." Kagome said taking her hands.
"Just please do it."
Kagome slowly lifted her up until she was standing, but she quickly crumbled back down. "Shit, that was a stupid idea." She said clutching her head while whining.
"If I had some aspirin I bet that would help." Kagome said looking down at her suffering friend.
"What time is it?" Ayame asked, cracking an eye open.
"Five." She said kneeling down.
"I'm going waste my day if I stay in bed!" She said rolling onto her stomach.
"Just wait till the headache is gone; I'm just going to the lounge room." Kagome said swinging the door shut behind her.
The room was quite, there was only an old woman sitting at a table that looked as if it came from a high school cafeteria. Sitting across from her, she watched as the woman chanted words under her breath. A glass bowel was in the middle, and some fruits where placed inside. Taking and apple she rubbed it against her white dress until it started to shine.
The woman before her looked up, dropping the braying beads onto the table.
"Have you prayed yet?" She asked looking at Kagome with a questioning glare.
"Pray? I usually don't pray." Kagome said waving her hands before her.
"You have to, come and here." The woman said the woman said putting her brayer beads around her neck.
Kagome slowly moved around the table, unsure if she should really trust her. The woman signed to her that she had to sit on her knees.
"Put you hand out." The woman instructed. Kagome followed her orders. "The thumb is the strongest digit on your hand; give thanks to everyone thing in your life. The index finger, this is the pointer finger, pray for people who guided you through life. The middle finger, this is the tallest finger, pray for the important people who have power in the world, like the government or royalty. Ring finger, this is the weakest finger on your hand, pray for the poor, weak and homeless. The little finger is the smallest and last finger on your hand, pray for yourself."
"That's all?" Kagome asked unsure.
"That's all." The woman repeated.
Heaving her shoulder up she touched her own index finger. "Ok, so who helped me… uhm Sango did, Sota… I guess Ayame did, Miroku…. And…?" She could hear the woman beside her mumble.
"Can you please stop praying so loud?" Looking up to the voice she saw a half asleep Ayame, head buried in her hands.
The woman looked up from her praying. "I'm not going to listen o a girl dressed up as a fairy."
"Fairy's are cool people! Don't talk shit about them."
"What are you doing here; you're supposed to be on that cot!" Kagome exclaimed.
"I can't waist my day!" She said grumbling.
"Ayame, it's five in the morning!"
"I thought you said it was five pm." She said slowly looking up to her.
"Just sleep and the headache will go away." Kagome said soothingly.
"Kagome…" She said slowly. "What happened to the guys, the last thing I remember is drinking something and seeing them walking down the street, beer bottles in their hands."
"Shit!" Kagome screamed standing up. "What happened to them?" She asked clutching her head.
"They might have crashed in Inu's place, his mom is out of town… I think." She said closing her eyes.
"I'm going, stay here with Sango ok?" Kagome said running towards the room they crashed in. After finding her board she ran back out and saw Ayame fall off the table onto the rug.
She had got to get to them.
End of short chapter.
