Speak

by sesshomarusshikonmiko

Kagome is probably one of the worst high school students for what happend at one party and she had to call the police. She is now hated by most of the school. Sesshomaru knows somethings wrong but only close friends know her problem. Will Sesshomaru figure out her problem. Read and Find out. Rated M For Language and Adult Situations.

2. Our Teachers Are The Best

Our Teachers Are The Best…

After Kagura and I were finished torturing Kikyo, we got off the bus, Kagura's arm around my shoulders, mine around her waist. We made our way to the Auditorium.

When we arrived, we invited Kikyo to sit with us. She accepted graciously, following us to our corner. My group is Inuyasha, Shippo, Kirara, Naraku, Kanna, Kyokotsu, Jakotsu, Mukotsu, Renkotsu, Ginkotsu, Suikotsu, Bankotsu, Kaede, Kagura, Kikyo, and me.

We all talked for a while. "Oi, Kagome! When you gonna dump Kagura for me!" Inuyasha said goofishly. "Yeah! Like that'll ever happen!" yell Kagura, irritated. Inuyasha grinned, and the principal started talking.

The first ten lies they tell you in high school:

We are here to help you.

You have enough time to get to you classes before the bell rings.

The dress code will be enforced.

No smoking is allowed on school grounds.

Our teachers will be the best you've ever had.

We expect more from you here.

Guidance counselors will always be able to talk.

Your schedule was created with your needs in mind.

Your locker combination is always private.

These will be the years you look back on fondly.

When all the rules and regulations were done they passed out the schedules. Me and Kagura have almost all the same classes. The only thing that was different was our first periods. I had biology, she had advanced math.

I couldn't find the damn class. I got my first demerit for wandering the halls during class time. It is 8:50 in the morning. It is too damn early for this shit. I should be at home in bed.

My English Teacher has no face. She has a lion's main for hair, wild and untamable. The hair is hazel nut brown from her part to her ears and then a bright neon green to the frizzy ends. I can't decided whether she had a pissed off hairdresser, or she tried to do it herself and fucked up horribly.

She wastes forty-five minutes taking attendance because she refuses to look at us. She keeps her head bent over the desk like a dumbass. Me and Kagura named her Hairwoman.

My Social Studies teacher is the same man who gave me the demerit for getting lost. Dick. Looks like he remembers me fondly as well. "I got my eye on you. Front row."

The rest of my teachers are pretty cool. I just wanna know if I'll make it through Lunch.