InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ A Rose Like Any Other ❯ Kagome's Sad Life ( Prologue )

I do not own Inuyasha!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Chapter One: Kagome's Sad Life

My name is Kagome. I do not know my last name since I was sick most of my life and stay in bed all day. I was born a third class girl who couldn't go to school or attend the latest dinner parties. My mother was born a second class but my grandfather disowned her for lying in my father's bed. I never knew my brother since my parents given him up to my grandfather. He promise to take care of me but he said I was the pawn of their mistake. Sota would inherit everything my grandfather ever own.

My father passed away when I was only five. He never came home from work one day. Momma wouldn't tell me why but she was crying and the dress grandmother gave her was red. We move into grandfather's house but it didn't last long. He told mother to get rid of me or he will hurt both me and my brother. I never understood what I did wrong.

My grandfather kicked me out when my mother was very sick. I was only seven and had no one. I try running back home but I heard my mother passed away. I was really alone. Grandfather moved to France and no one knew I was still alive. I had to fend for myself. I was lower than a third class. The first night on my own I had to sleep by the river. I couldn't make it through the night. I had built me a small home.

As I travel the London streets at night. I noticed warm air coming from a building. As soon as I saw the name I knew I couldn't go there. Only tramps live on that street and only first class men were caught there. I was alone and no one care. I was a mistake as my parents would say. I was bathing in the river in the middle of a cold and snowy night. A little boy my age saw me.

"Why are you bathing in the river? Don't you have a home?" I remember his words well. I started to cry because I knew was the only homeless child in London who didn't have a family. I have learned to eat whatever was grown. I couldn't steal because mother said it was always wrong. The little boy kept coming to see me bringing whatever his mother cooked for breakfast. I never touch food for I wouldn't accept his help.

I watch as young girls were smarter and knew how to do things. I could afford anything to keep me warm for winter so I would cry all night hoping to fall in a deep peaceful sleep forever. The young boy finally told me his name. I ask him why someone like him would care. When I remember his family's name I knew someone from a first class could never love someone lower than the third.

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A/N: Hey guys I know it's sad but hey I thought that if the story line was good and my mom is at wal*mart looking for some book I think it's pretty good. I won't be able to update after the third chapter for a while because I lost my storyline and I only had three sets of pre-writes!