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yay! journal entry... yeah this is gunna turn into a story book. starting.................................*loooks at invisable watch*...........not yet..................ummm now! biggrin

now read the story of untitled....yes untitled...

A clock glows neon numbers that say 6:59 am. The numbers flip to 7:00 am and start to flash as the radio goes off.

Ive told you this once before cant control me
If you try to take me down you�re gunna break

A hand flies out from underneath a black blanket and lands on the radio. It was a pail white milky color. Some of the blanket slides off showing a long milky white arm the same color of the hand, but it has cuts all over it, and some bruises.

I feel your having nothing that you�re doing for me
Im thinking you�re a fake, you are that way

The person sits up from the massive black blanket showing a woman. Her hair is fanned around her head causing it to be like a wavy black curtain. She looks up showing jaded gray eyes that seem empty. Her face looks like fine china. Her bangs puffed out in front of her forehead. She looks at the radio.

I stand alone
Inside I stand alone

She smirks with full lips and swings herself off the bed. She lands gracefully on the blackened carpet. She stands; her giant ac-dc shirt covers just above her knees, and treads around the pitch black room. She walks to the black curtains and whips open the curtains, showing the window boarded and some glass coming threw the cracks light filled. She turns and goes to her closet.

You�re always hiding behind your so called goddess
So what you don�t think we can�t see your face

She pulls open the closet and pulls out black jeans that are to big, a black shirt that says �screw yourself� and a black hood that says �bite me� she then pulled on her army boots that were of course black and dug under her black bed and pulled out a black back pack that had a dark red splattered on it. She looked at it and sighed. �Not again.� She muttered and looked at a blood spot on the carpet and sheets of her bed. She then looked at her pointed nails that were painted black. They had crusted red on the tips. She sighed and wiped her nails clean.

Resurrecting back before the final fallen
Ill never rest until I can make my own way

The woman walked out the black door with police tape smeared across it. She looked down and there was a boy that looked a lot like her standing there. He had a devilish smirk and an evil gleam in his brownish gray eyes. The woman raised an eyebrow. �What now souta?�

Im not afraid of fading
I stand alone

�Mom says that you take me to school or she takes away your guitar.� The woman rolled her eyes.
�Step aside shrimp, or else I use my nails on your undeserving skin.� Souta�s evil gleam went from his eyes. Souta glared at his sister.
�Ever since Kikyo moved you aint fun to taunt kagome.� Kagome rolled her eyes, sighed and moved souta aside.
�You know souta, this talk is interesting and all but I gotta get going.� Kagome said as she trudged down the hall and to the door. She grabbed her skateboard and her guitar and went out the door.

Feeling your sting down inside me
Im not tired forever

Kagome frowned as she skated down the street. This is kagome higurashi. The Kagome Higurashi that had her life turned upside down when she came to America. Kagome used to be all sunshine and flowers, that sickening sweet person that is like the smell of bees wax. But then her father died. Her father was a great person. He owned higurashi corp. but then some assassin killed him off. Kagome�s mom had just had souta. Kagome tried to get a job at the age of 7, in a flower shop, but her mom protested. So, unfortunately, they had to move to America from Japan. America was great, at first, but then no one liked her, being a �goody-goody� and from-well Japan. They were races. So slowly she became a bad-a** Goth girl. She also became a loner. She was just glad souta never knew to Japan. Japan and America were total opposites. But that�s another story. She met Kikyo. Kikyo was something alright. She helped kagome. But then when kagome was around 10, 11 maybe, Kikyo moved. From then on kagome�s heart became ice, pure, hard ice. And then her heart finally slowed to a stop. And so she changed from color to black, pure black. Sure she knew the world had color to it, but yet her heart believed that everything was black.

I stand alone
Everything I believe is fading

She put on a mask, became distant, and even beat up the people that hurt her. Speaking of which. Kagome pulled out a mini booklet and flipped it open. �Hmm lets today�s Monday, and its September. So let�s see.� Kagome began to flip threw the booklet and stopped at the date. There showed a sketch of a guy in a jock uniform and had long hair. He had triangles on his head. She grinned. She looked below the sketch. �Ah yes, the only thing that makes Mondays good. Pranking and embarrassing Mr. popular, aka Inuyasha takahashi.�

I stand alone
Inside I stand alone

Kagome looked up as she came to a school that had graffiti all over and some tp. Kagome looked all over and looked for a guy that was like the sketch. Kagome sighed. �Darn. Guess Monday is gunna be bad.� Kagome said skating to the bleachers. She looked around once more and skated behind the bleachers. She put down her back pack and took out her guitar. She started to strum the cords and sing part of her favorite song.

Now it�s my time
It�s my time to dream
Dream of the sky
Make me believe this place isnt made by the poison in me
Help me decide if my fire will burn out before you can breath
Breathe into me
I stand alone
Inside I stand alone
Feeling your sting down inside me
Im not tired forever
I stand alone
Everything I believe is fading
I stand alone
Inside I stand alone
Inside I stand alone inside

Kagome smiled at her guitar. She looked around and saw the bleach-peeps, the smokers, and the gratifies stare at her. Her brow twitch. She growled and they went back to there own business. She keh�d and put her guitar away. Everyone always stares at her. �Why do they always stare, when they all have there own freak shows.� Kagome chuckled at that. There were a lot of groups around the school, like a lot of gangs. She was the toughest though. Sure she was one person, but there�s always the power of one. She went to the school and picked up her skateboard.

....have you people heard of the show inuyasha? smile well this is an inuyasha story, with made up characters. i'd like some...review type things please. ^_^ i'll be posting the story once a week. ^_^ well join me next week for the next instalment