InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Loser ❯ Chapter 3 ( Chapter 3 )
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By: CatBlack400 
Kagome's first and second day of her new life of horror.
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Psychological / Drama | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 01.11.2006 | Pages: 1 | Words: 2.3K | Visits: 157 | Status: Work In Progress
Kagome's first and second day of her new life of horror.
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Psychological / Drama | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 01.11.2006 | Pages: 1 | Words: 2.3K | Visits: 157 | 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.
A/N wow, if I was feeling dejected before imagine how I feel now, no one reviewed my last chapter!!! I feel so, so, ahh forget it. If you don't like it you don't like it, it will get better though, so if you miss out its your own fault!!
Chapter 3
The day does get better though, the popular girls come over to me while we are walking to our next class. They seem nice enough, accept this one girl, who keeps giving me this look of absolute contempt...
What is her problem anyways?
That doesn't matter though, what matters is that this school wasn't as bad as I thought it was.
The popular girls continue to hang around with me for the rest of the day; mostly gossipping. Then they turn to me and start asking questions about where I came from and other innocent stuff like that; or at least I thouoght it was innocent...
*** next day***
The next day I came into the room and sat at my desk. Then this big guy twice my size (width wise, not height wise) comes over to my desk and while he is passing calls me a slut!!!
'What the hell was that about?' I wonder, in absolute shock.
After that multiple kids in the class whisper similar comments whenever they pass by me; each time I watch them in stunned silence as they quickly walk away.
Never in my life has anyone made me the target of such malicous, hurtfull words. I don't know how to react. So I don't....
I do however go over to the popular girls after class and try to talk to them.
"Hello" I greet them as I sit down at thier table.
"What are you doing?" one of them asks.
"Ummm, joining you?" I ask nervously, glancing around the table at the other girls there, who all look away, except the one from yesterday who kept glaring at me, I learned her name is Anna.
"Why would we want a slut from the streets of Toronto to hang around with us? You might give us an STD!!" the girl Anna snaps.
"WHAT!!!" I exclaim in absolute shock. What are they talking about?
"You told us yesterday your from Streetsville, and everyone knows about city trash like you!!"
So, thats what the slut thing from today was coming from. I feel so betrayed... They would do this to me simply because I used to live in Streetsville? What is this?
I can't even look at them, much less answer. I abruptly get up and rush off somewhere else.
From behind me I can hear Anna continueing her sick little game "See? What did I tell you? She didn't even deny it!!"
***back home***
As soon as I get home I go straight to the TV, seeking something that can take me away from the events that happened today. No such luck, there is nothing good on TV. So I go to my room to read my favourite book, I love books. I love to lose myself in another world.
Fantasy is my genre of choice, my favourite book is no exception. It is a book about a girl named Ella, but she has a curse; she must obey every order she is given. Her mother dies when she was in her early adolescent years and Ella is left with only her cold father and loving cook. It is a bueatifull, sad story and despite being fantasy is the realist, truest thing I know. I love this story and read it over and over again.
Today I especially need it, I get caught up in the grief and sadness of Ella's life as it comes crashing down around her when her mother dies. It is so similar to what I felt when my father left...
Not that my mother acted cold toward me, as Ella's father did. Well, actually she did act cold. When my parents were together they split the work load of raising kids, as the eldest I became my father's responsibility and my mom totally ignoered me.
Nothing changed when my father left. She once told me that she hated me, hated me because I was my father's favourite and he ignored my sister, so she did the same to me. She could not stand to look at me even, because I looked like him and monopolized his attention.
One situation in particular that happened is when my sister wanted a ride in the car when my dad was leaving to pick me up from kindergarten. He said he wouldn't because she didn't have her shoes on, so when she rushed off to get them, he bolted out the door and drove off while my sister looked on in the driveway crying and pointing at her inproperly shoed feet saying "soos, soos!!" which was her way of saying shoes.
Hearing that story always breaks my heart for my dear little sister Kikyo... and never fails to guilt me into doing anything my Mom asks for. Seriously, sometimes I feel I have been given an obediance curse like Ella...
I can not blame my mother for hating me, if I were her I would hate me too.
So all of my Mom's attention goes to my sister, everynight my Mom will go to her room and sing her to sleep. I always get up and sit in the doorway of my room to listen to my Mom's beuatifull voice. She was once in the choir at her church, she has a great voice, espiecially for lullabys. I don't even try to sing along, if I do i ruin the song.
Every night I would stay awake untill my mom finished putting my sister to bed, and sometimes she would even come in my room and sing for a while!! I loved those nights, cuddling up to my Mom and drifting off to sleep by softly sung lullabys.
The nights she didn't come in my room and sing me to sleep I just layed in bed, wondering why it was my sister who got sung to sleep each night and not me. While I wondered I would tug on my long hair and cry myself to sleep. My mother never knew, I gave her no reason to. When my hair started coming out from me tugging at it so much my Mom thought it was from the stress of moving and my father taking off. I did nothing to make her think otherwise, to do so would be mean.
Since then I have stopped pulling my hair, only after my Mom cut it down to my ears, like a boy's haircut. Ugh!! I hate short hair!! I hated having my neck exposed to things like vampires, which was a major concern in my second house after my Dad stole the first (my Mom always got houses close to the original one so me and Kikyo wouldn't lose our friends). The tree outside of that second house made a perfect shadow of a vampire on the wall oposite the window, I was so scared of it I duct taped blankets around my neck before I went to sleep.
One night I couldn't find the duct tape and was too scared to go to sleep, I just layed on the bed with the sheets clenched up around my neck, staying very still and trying not to breathe so as not to attract the vampire. The next day at school I fell asleep in my second grade class, the teacher gave my Mom a call to make sure I got enough sleep.
After that my Mom switched bedrooms with me, but this way I was farther away from Kikyo and the lullabys, so I couldn't stay up and listen anymore. Thats when I turned to reading. If I could no longer listen to my Mom sing I would read myself a bedtime story. I read all my books many, many times and got even more books from the library. It wasn't long before I got into chapter books, by the time I reached the fourth grade I was already reading books meant for sixth graders. Not bad for a kid who is diagnosed with dyslexia.
Still, I love listen to my Mom sing. When Kikyo told our Mom that she didn't like listening to the lullabys, that she didn't like listening to Mom's voice, my heart broke. How could she hate the lullybys that I treasure so dearly?! Attention and affection that I craved so bad I developed a stress disorder because I couldn't have it. How could she? I would of killed to have what she had. In fact many of my fantasies included what my life would of been like without her. I would of gladly killed her if it made Mom sing to me. Which irionicly is exactly what I felt like doing at that moment.
*** later that night ***
I was reading in my room in utter contentment when it came time for dinner, but I couldn't stop reading so I took the book with me to the kitchen table for dinner.
"What are you doing with that book, the table is not a place to read!" admonished Naraku when he spotted me reading at the table.
"Ok, can I at least finish the chapter? It's only a few pages more!" I begged, I reallly wanted to finish those last few crucail pages!
"Oh and how do you know that? Have you read the book before?"
"Yes, many times."
"And you are reading it AGAIN?" asked Naraku in surprise.
"well, yes" I answered nervously.
"Give it here, you have done enough reading today, you should be doing something more productive, like your homework!"
"but, I don't have homework!" I protest.
"really? in my day we had homework everyday!" he countered. Out of the corner of my eye I can see my sister Kikyo smirk. Traiter.
"well thats then, this is now! times change."
"are you saying I am old? that so much time has passed?"
'What? Where the hell did he get that?' "No" I replied in shock and absolute honesty.
"I don't believe you, now give me that damn book!!" at that he reached over and grabbed my book, as he was retracting his arm, with my book, he knocked over my soup and ruined my favourite book!!!
"NOOO!!!" I shreik, snatching my book away and trying desperatly to wipe off any excess moisture.
"Oh no, I'll let you have my bowl of soup" my Mom kindly offers, she is not so bad a mother.
"No, let her go without, she needs to lose weight anyways, her stomach is looking flabby, you can pinch more than just an inch there." Naraku sneered.
"I don't care about the soup I care about my book!!"
"Boo Hoo. Its just a book, you did it to yourself."
With that I shreiked again and ran upstairs crying
"Wahhh!!!" my hideous stepfather mimicked from downstairs, mocking me.
I ran into the bathroom and got out my blowdrier and tried desperatly to dry off my book. It didn't work out to well, I was too upset to be competant enough to keep my hands from shaking long enough to seperate the pages without ripping them. My tear distorted vision didn't help matters any. After a little while and more damage than repair to my book, I stopped attempting to fix it and ran to my room to cry myself to sleep like I hadn't done since the day I discovered the refuge from life, books.
*** end of chapter 3 ***
A/N about the book mentioned in this fic, it is Ella Enchanted. DO NOT roll your eyes cuz you saw the movie and it sucked, and it did suck. The movie was crap and totally crucified this gorgeous story, to this very day it is my favourite. When I first heard this book was coming out on the big screen I was ecstatic!! tilll the day I saw it that is... I almost cried, wait i DID cry... They took this wonderfull story and mutilated it. They took a knife and stabbed out the intestines then proceeded to hang the story with said intestines!! Ever since that literature massacre happened I have hated anything disney... I hope your happy you Disney Dopes!! You ruined the best story in history!!! Seriously, everyone has to read this book, it is the best, and absolutely nothing like the movie!!!!
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.
A/N wow, if I was feeling dejected before imagine how I feel now, no one reviewed my last chapter!!! I feel so, so, ahh forget it. If you don't like it you don't like it, it will get better though, so if you miss out its your own fault!!
Chapter 3
The day does get better though, the popular girls come over to me while we are walking to our next class. They seem nice enough, accept this one girl, who keeps giving me this look of absolute contempt...
What is her problem anyways?
That doesn't matter though, what matters is that this school wasn't as bad as I thought it was.
The popular girls continue to hang around with me for the rest of the day; mostly gossipping. Then they turn to me and start asking questions about where I came from and other innocent stuff like that; or at least I thouoght it was innocent...
*** next day***
The next day I came into the room and sat at my desk. Then this big guy twice my size (width wise, not height wise) comes over to my desk and while he is passing calls me a slut!!!
'What the hell was that about?' I wonder, in absolute shock.
After that multiple kids in the class whisper similar comments whenever they pass by me; each time I watch them in stunned silence as they quickly walk away.
Never in my life has anyone made me the target of such malicous, hurtfull words. I don't know how to react. So I don't....
I do however go over to the popular girls after class and try to talk to them.
"Hello" I greet them as I sit down at thier table.
"What are you doing?" one of them asks.
"Ummm, joining you?" I ask nervously, glancing around the table at the other girls there, who all look away, except the one from yesterday who kept glaring at me, I learned her name is Anna.
"Why would we want a slut from the streets of Toronto to hang around with us? You might give us an STD!!" the girl Anna snaps.
"WHAT!!!" I exclaim in absolute shock. What are they talking about?
"You told us yesterday your from Streetsville, and everyone knows about city trash like you!!"
So, thats what the slut thing from today was coming from. I feel so betrayed... They would do this to me simply because I used to live in Streetsville? What is this?
I can't even look at them, much less answer. I abruptly get up and rush off somewhere else.
From behind me I can hear Anna continueing her sick little game "See? What did I tell you? She didn't even deny it!!"
***back home***
As soon as I get home I go straight to the TV, seeking something that can take me away from the events that happened today. No such luck, there is nothing good on TV. So I go to my room to read my favourite book, I love books. I love to lose myself in another world.
Fantasy is my genre of choice, my favourite book is no exception. It is a book about a girl named Ella, but she has a curse; she must obey every order she is given. Her mother dies when she was in her early adolescent years and Ella is left with only her cold father and loving cook. It is a bueatifull, sad story and despite being fantasy is the realist, truest thing I know. I love this story and read it over and over again.
Today I especially need it, I get caught up in the grief and sadness of Ella's life as it comes crashing down around her when her mother dies. It is so similar to what I felt when my father left...
Not that my mother acted cold toward me, as Ella's father did. Well, actually she did act cold. When my parents were together they split the work load of raising kids, as the eldest I became my father's responsibility and my mom totally ignoered me.
Nothing changed when my father left. She once told me that she hated me, hated me because I was my father's favourite and he ignored my sister, so she did the same to me. She could not stand to look at me even, because I looked like him and monopolized his attention.
One situation in particular that happened is when my sister wanted a ride in the car when my dad was leaving to pick me up from kindergarten. He said he wouldn't because she didn't have her shoes on, so when she rushed off to get them, he bolted out the door and drove off while my sister looked on in the driveway crying and pointing at her inproperly shoed feet saying "soos, soos!!" which was her way of saying shoes.
Hearing that story always breaks my heart for my dear little sister Kikyo... and never fails to guilt me into doing anything my Mom asks for. Seriously, sometimes I feel I have been given an obediance curse like Ella...
I can not blame my mother for hating me, if I were her I would hate me too.
So all of my Mom's attention goes to my sister, everynight my Mom will go to her room and sing her to sleep. I always get up and sit in the doorway of my room to listen to my Mom's beuatifull voice. She was once in the choir at her church, she has a great voice, espiecially for lullabys. I don't even try to sing along, if I do i ruin the song.
Every night I would stay awake untill my mom finished putting my sister to bed, and sometimes she would even come in my room and sing for a while!! I loved those nights, cuddling up to my Mom and drifting off to sleep by softly sung lullabys.
The nights she didn't come in my room and sing me to sleep I just layed in bed, wondering why it was my sister who got sung to sleep each night and not me. While I wondered I would tug on my long hair and cry myself to sleep. My mother never knew, I gave her no reason to. When my hair started coming out from me tugging at it so much my Mom thought it was from the stress of moving and my father taking off. I did nothing to make her think otherwise, to do so would be mean.
Since then I have stopped pulling my hair, only after my Mom cut it down to my ears, like a boy's haircut. Ugh!! I hate short hair!! I hated having my neck exposed to things like vampires, which was a major concern in my second house after my Dad stole the first (my Mom always got houses close to the original one so me and Kikyo wouldn't lose our friends). The tree outside of that second house made a perfect shadow of a vampire on the wall oposite the window, I was so scared of it I duct taped blankets around my neck before I went to sleep.
One night I couldn't find the duct tape and was too scared to go to sleep, I just layed on the bed with the sheets clenched up around my neck, staying very still and trying not to breathe so as not to attract the vampire. The next day at school I fell asleep in my second grade class, the teacher gave my Mom a call to make sure I got enough sleep.
After that my Mom switched bedrooms with me, but this way I was farther away from Kikyo and the lullabys, so I couldn't stay up and listen anymore. Thats when I turned to reading. If I could no longer listen to my Mom sing I would read myself a bedtime story. I read all my books many, many times and got even more books from the library. It wasn't long before I got into chapter books, by the time I reached the fourth grade I was already reading books meant for sixth graders. Not bad for a kid who is diagnosed with dyslexia.
Still, I love listen to my Mom sing. When Kikyo told our Mom that she didn't like listening to the lullabys, that she didn't like listening to Mom's voice, my heart broke. How could she hate the lullybys that I treasure so dearly?! Attention and affection that I craved so bad I developed a stress disorder because I couldn't have it. How could she? I would of killed to have what she had. In fact many of my fantasies included what my life would of been like without her. I would of gladly killed her if it made Mom sing to me. Which irionicly is exactly what I felt like doing at that moment.
*** later that night ***
I was reading in my room in utter contentment when it came time for dinner, but I couldn't stop reading so I took the book with me to the kitchen table for dinner.
"What are you doing with that book, the table is not a place to read!" admonished Naraku when he spotted me reading at the table.
"Ok, can I at least finish the chapter? It's only a few pages more!" I begged, I reallly wanted to finish those last few crucail pages!
"Oh and how do you know that? Have you read the book before?"
"Yes, many times."
"And you are reading it AGAIN?" asked Naraku in surprise.
"well, yes" I answered nervously.
"Give it here, you have done enough reading today, you should be doing something more productive, like your homework!"
"but, I don't have homework!" I protest.
"really? in my day we had homework everyday!" he countered. Out of the corner of my eye I can see my sister Kikyo smirk. Traiter.
"well thats then, this is now! times change."
"are you saying I am old? that so much time has passed?"
'What? Where the hell did he get that?' "No" I replied in shock and absolute honesty.
"I don't believe you, now give me that damn book!!" at that he reached over and grabbed my book, as he was retracting his arm, with my book, he knocked over my soup and ruined my favourite book!!!
"NOOO!!!" I shreik, snatching my book away and trying desperatly to wipe off any excess moisture.
"Oh no, I'll let you have my bowl of soup" my Mom kindly offers, she is not so bad a mother.
"No, let her go without, she needs to lose weight anyways, her stomach is looking flabby, you can pinch more than just an inch there." Naraku sneered.
"I don't care about the soup I care about my book!!"
"Boo Hoo. Its just a book, you did it to yourself."
With that I shreiked again and ran upstairs crying
"Wahhh!!!" my hideous stepfather mimicked from downstairs, mocking me.
I ran into the bathroom and got out my blowdrier and tried desperatly to dry off my book. It didn't work out to well, I was too upset to be competant enough to keep my hands from shaking long enough to seperate the pages without ripping them. My tear distorted vision didn't help matters any. After a little while and more damage than repair to my book, I stopped attempting to fix it and ran to my room to cry myself to sleep like I hadn't done since the day I discovered the refuge from life, books.
*** end of chapter 3 ***
A/N about the book mentioned in this fic, it is Ella Enchanted. DO NOT roll your eyes cuz you saw the movie and it sucked, and it did suck. The movie was crap and totally crucified this gorgeous story, to this very day it is my favourite. When I first heard this book was coming out on the big screen I was ecstatic!! tilll the day I saw it that is... I almost cried, wait i DID cry... They took this wonderfull story and mutilated it. They took a knife and stabbed out the intestines then proceeded to hang the story with said intestines!! Ever since that literature massacre happened I have hated anything disney... I hope your happy you Disney Dopes!! You ruined the best story in history!!! Seriously, everyone has to read this book, it is the best, and absolutely nothing like the movie!!!!