InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Foreign Exchange Orphan ❯ Detention and Tryouts ( Chapter 5 )

Foreign Exchange Orphan

Chapter Five:

Detention and Tryouts

Inuyasha dreaded going to school for the next two days, but alas, there he found himself. Sitting in the back of the bus, smashed against the window seat by Kagome and Souta, not that he minded. He remembered to steer clear of Mr. Hibbs and his temper and remain polite and quiet with Mrs. Plorey, since he was on thin ice. In Art they colored their pictures, preparing to put in a background tomorrow. Last night Kagome had forgotten to ask her mom about Japan, so they really just chattered all History, Mr. Washington gave them until the end of the week. Inuyasha was dreading last period, even though he rather liked Computers. Their computer teacher let them play a games the whole time, and Kagome and Inuyasha competed against each other in Chicken Invaders [and yes, that is a real game!]

Kagome instantly felt bad about leaving Inuyasha there, to bear the worst teacher in school.

"Inuyasha," she said apologetically, as the bell rang. "Be good, alright. Everyone will be here to pick you up later!" Before really thinking, she got on her tippy toes and gave him a big kiss on his cheek, blushed, and ran hurriedly through the door. Inuyasha delicately touched his cheek, counting how many kisses he had ever gotten. Three total. Not bad, but he knew that by all of the boys at her school, that was mediocre. Sighing, he pushed open the door to room 204 and slid inside. [Dah, dah, dah, duuuuuum!]

Only Bryon sat there, annoying Inuyasha with his perfectly pressed shirt and short, shiny blond hair. Rich people were so…damn annoying. Yet, he found it satisfying that Bryon flinched when he saw him, rubbing his still sore black eye.

"Sit!" Mrs. Plorey commanded, and he complied, not wanting to get on her bad side.

"As punishment for actions, Inuyasha you will write: I will not fight in school and for you Bryon, I will not throw frogs! Begin!" Inuyasha sharpened his pencil and looked at the sheets of paper that were on his desk. This wasn't fair! Bryon had thrown that frog at him, he was marking his own grave! Then Inuyasha had to have Kagome wash his hair last night to get off the slime, not that she minded. In fact, she said she loved his hair. He grinned to himself.

"Something funny?" Mrs. Plorey snapped. "Get writing! You wouldn't want an extra night of detention, would you?" He shook his head, ignoring the muffled giggles from Bryon and started scribbling with his loopy scrawl. I will not fight in school. I will not fight in school. I will not fight in school. Whoa! It was getting boring already! When his hand started getting cramps, he counted his sentences. [Not, not like one by one, but you know how you put it in rows and columns and multiply? For example, writing that five times across and five times down would give you 25. Get it? Good!] Only 250! Man. He checked the clock. 4:50. Only ten more minutes of torture. Not only was writing it torture, it was looking at Mrs. Plorey's ugly, paunchy face!

Inuyasha rubbed out the kinks in his hands and sighed again. Not a minute has passed. He continued writing, and then he felt something hit him in the cheek. He picked it up and examined it. An…eraser? His attention immediately snapped towards Bryon. Mrs. Plorey glared at him and he adverted his gaze back down towards the paper. What a wench!

Finally, after what seemed like ten hours, he was taking the after school bus, greeted by a happy Kagome.

"How are detention Inuyasha?"

"Feh!" She rolled her eyes.

"Ramen?" He suddenly got really hyper and ran to the kitchen. Kagome smiled.

***

TRYOUTS

Inuyasha arrived a little late(this is a few days later), homework was murder. A few of the kids were finishing up, and Mr. Welks grinned when he saw him.

"I trust you have the form?" He nodded, handing the coach a little slip of paper. He briefly surveyed him and flashed a thumbs up.

"You will run the course once, you will be timed. Are you ready?" Inuyasha cracked back his shoulders and nodded, prepping at the starting line.

"Ready, set, GO!"

***

"Son, that was some of the best racing I've seen in all my long years!" Coach Welk's eyes were crinkled in a smile.

"Look up on the main bulletin board, everyone who made the cut will be on it." Inuyasha grinned again and walked cockily from the track, ego rocketing sky high.

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