Starting Anew

Fun…

Absolutely marvelous…

A great chance to get a new look on life…

Whatever, starting a new school sucked! Majorly sucked! We’re talkin so bad, it’s like tring to see the floor of a bottomless pit! We’re talking I’m gonna die a horrible death of blood, guts, and chinese water torture. I will not live through today.

Okay, okay, so maybe I’m exagerrating alittle… okay, how bout a lot? But even if there is really no water torture involved, it sucks. Believe me, I’ve done it before… several times over. And it’s all because of mom, dad, and that blasted moon! Why does the moon have to change anyway?

Sigh……

I, Kagome Higurashi, hate the moon. It has always caused all my problems and always seems to bring my most unfavored hobby of all time, moving, in tow.

This time I’m back in my homeland of Japan, though this time I’m located in Hiroshima, as far away from Tokyo a I could get. I can only hope I don’t run into anyone I knew from Tokyo. Running into someone from my old town can only spell disaster…

At the moment I’m sitting in the main office of Shewl High, waiting, without much patience I might add, for the all pwerful Mrs. Kaede to come back. We had been talking about school and my schedule when she had been called out to speak with another student. She’d been gone about ten minutes and I was ready to leave.

Mrs. Kaede walked back in and handed me a few sheets of paper. “These be ye schedule, student information, and a slip for your teachers to sign. At the finish of the day the day ye will come here and give it to myself or my secretary, Ms. Fong.”

I took the papers and, with a mumbled thanks in her general direction, left the room. I was glad to be out of there.

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As Kagome was walking through the halls tring unsecessfully to find her first period, she heard some mumbled voices. ‘Maybe they can tell me where to go.’ She thought as she turned towards the voices. What she saw instantly made her blood boil.

Three senior demons were circled around a younger male. He had silver hair that flowed down his back and he wore non-label clothing. Her suspicions of him being a demon of sorts were conformed by his puppy ears and claws. He stood in place taking the beating with a dead-pan face, eyes shut, head down.

She growled.

Now that might sound odd seeing as how she’s a human, but when one gets really upset it’s amazing what one can do. And so she growled.

What a way to begin a new life.