InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Loser ❯ Chapter 1 ( Chapter 1 )
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By: CatBlack400 
Kagome moves to her new home.
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Psychological / Drama | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 01.11.2006 | Updated On: 01.11.2006 | Pages: 1 | Words: 899 | Visits: 225 | Status: Work In Progress
Kagome moves to her new home.
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Psychological / Drama | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 01.11.2006 | Updated On: 01.11.2006 | Pages: 1 | Words: 899 | Visits: 225 | Status: Work In Progress
Loser
Summary: this is a story of a girl, Kagome. She moves to a new school, she is shy and knows no one at the school. It’s a small school where everyone knows who you are and rumours rule the school. You know what happens to people Kagome in that situation. She becomes a target. However, school is not her only problem, her step father, Naroku, recently lost his job, and turns into one of her worst tormentors. This is a story of the worst year of her life, and how she lived through the miseries humans feel the need to inflict on others.
Disclaimer: This is a story taken from my life and replaced with characters from the series InuYasha. I do not own these characters, they belong to someone else.
Chapter 1
I hate moving. I look out the window at my old friends. My eyes blurring with tears as I turn away. I can’t stand to watch the life I knew disappear. I have known my friends since kindergarten, we grew up together, how could I live without my three best friends? I can’t. I don’t want to move but I don’t have a choice, do kids ever have a choice?
I look out the window at the passing scenery in disinterest; it doesn’t matter where I am moving to.
“Kagome, Kikyo look out the window, that’s your new school.” Says my new stepfather, Naroku, as he points to a passing building. My sister jumps from her seat and looks out excitedly to see her new school.
She is two years younger than me but everyone says she looks older, more mature. She has a thinner more defined face than I do. My face is round and while that look makes you look like an adorable little kid, it’s not as attractive when you grow up. Not like my sister. She will grow up and look like she was ripped from the pages of a magazine; like she does now.
I look at her with disgust. How can she be happy we are moving? I asked her this before the move and she explained that she wanted to make new friends, she had already tired of everyone in our old school. I shouldn’t be surprised, she is one of the popular kids who gets a new set of friends whenever she gets bored and dumps the old ones. There probably isn’t anyone left in our school who likes her anymore. Yep, the move came at a perfect time for her.
I saw the school we are going to; it’s a small school. It won’t be too long till she has gone through everyone in this school too.
Speaking (or rather thinking) of which; what exactly am I supposed to do? The only friends I had ever had were a four hour drive away from where I now lived. What was I supposed to do? How do people make friends? I just always took my friends for granted. They would always be there. Then again I always thought my dad would always be there to
My dad left me, my sister and my mother a along time ago. First he divorced mom, then he forced us out of the house, then he sold it and cleared out the bank account. You can guess what he did after that; he disappeared.
I hate him, but I still miss him. He used to let me stay up late with him and watch old horror movies, even though I was little I only rarely got scared.
One of the times I got scared was a movie about an island where the only inhabitants were kids. They had these wind up dolls with razor teeth that went chomp, chomp. When a group of adults came to the island, the children set the dolls on the adults; they were eaten alive by the dolls. It was very graphic. I wasn’t scared at the time but that movie did give me nightmares, to the point were I developed a fear of dolls.
To this very day dolls creep me out. Stuffed animals are ok, I love stuffed animals! But dolls are creepy, evil little things.
Anyways, I used to love staying up late with my dad. It was our time together. My best childhood memories are of my dad. Why did he leave?
I choke back more tears, my throat hurts with the effort to not cry.
The car pulls up to the driveway of our new home. My family gets out and starts unpacking. I remain in the car. I’m tired, and cold. I just want to stay here forever and not move, too bad that’s not an option.
“Hey get going Kagome, you have to help unpack too, come on!” my step father yells over his shoulder as he carries a box into the house. I sigh and get out. Well there goes that plan.
I hate moving.
A/N well there is the first chapter, hope you like it, I will be awaiting your feedback. PLZ REVIEW! If I don’t know you like this chapter than I wont update. :P
REVIEW!
Summary: this is a story of a girl, Kagome. She moves to a new school, she is shy and knows no one at the school. It’s a small school where everyone knows who you are and rumours rule the school. You know what happens to people Kagome in that situation. She becomes a target. However, school is not her only problem, her step father, Naroku, recently lost his job, and turns into one of her worst tormentors. This is a story of the worst year of her life, and how she lived through the miseries humans feel the need to inflict on others.
Disclaimer: This is a story taken from my life and replaced with characters from the series InuYasha. I do not own these characters, they belong to someone else.
Chapter 1
I hate moving. I look out the window at my old friends. My eyes blurring with tears as I turn away. I can’t stand to watch the life I knew disappear. I have known my friends since kindergarten, we grew up together, how could I live without my three best friends? I can’t. I don’t want to move but I don’t have a choice, do kids ever have a choice?
I look out the window at the passing scenery in disinterest; it doesn’t matter where I am moving to.
“Kagome, Kikyo look out the window, that’s your new school.” Says my new stepfather, Naroku, as he points to a passing building. My sister jumps from her seat and looks out excitedly to see her new school.
She is two years younger than me but everyone says she looks older, more mature. She has a thinner more defined face than I do. My face is round and while that look makes you look like an adorable little kid, it’s not as attractive when you grow up. Not like my sister. She will grow up and look like she was ripped from the pages of a magazine; like she does now.
I look at her with disgust. How can she be happy we are moving? I asked her this before the move and she explained that she wanted to make new friends, she had already tired of everyone in our old school. I shouldn’t be surprised, she is one of the popular kids who gets a new set of friends whenever she gets bored and dumps the old ones. There probably isn’t anyone left in our school who likes her anymore. Yep, the move came at a perfect time for her.
I saw the school we are going to; it’s a small school. It won’t be too long till she has gone through everyone in this school too.
Speaking (or rather thinking) of which; what exactly am I supposed to do? The only friends I had ever had were a four hour drive away from where I now lived. What was I supposed to do? How do people make friends? I just always took my friends for granted. They would always be there. Then again I always thought my dad would always be there to
My dad left me, my sister and my mother a along time ago. First he divorced mom, then he forced us out of the house, then he sold it and cleared out the bank account. You can guess what he did after that; he disappeared.
I hate him, but I still miss him. He used to let me stay up late with him and watch old horror movies, even though I was little I only rarely got scared.
One of the times I got scared was a movie about an island where the only inhabitants were kids. They had these wind up dolls with razor teeth that went chomp, chomp. When a group of adults came to the island, the children set the dolls on the adults; they were eaten alive by the dolls. It was very graphic. I wasn’t scared at the time but that movie did give me nightmares, to the point were I developed a fear of dolls.
To this very day dolls creep me out. Stuffed animals are ok, I love stuffed animals! But dolls are creepy, evil little things.
Anyways, I used to love staying up late with my dad. It was our time together. My best childhood memories are of my dad. Why did he leave?
I choke back more tears, my throat hurts with the effort to not cry.
The car pulls up to the driveway of our new home. My family gets out and starts unpacking. I remain in the car. I’m tired, and cold. I just want to stay here forever and not move, too bad that’s not an option.
“Hey get going Kagome, you have to help unpack too, come on!” my step father yells over his shoulder as he carries a box into the house. I sigh and get out. Well there goes that plan.
I hate moving.
A/N well there is the first chapter, hope you like it, I will be awaiting your feedback. PLZ REVIEW! If I don’t know you like this chapter than I wont update. :P
REVIEW!