The Diary of Kagome by Dark_Twinkle

One

September 1, 2007

I am Kagome Higurashi, 16 years old, and I find myself moving away from my hometown Kobe, to the capital city of Japan- Tokyo. I am to live with my step aunt, a total stranger with absolute no blood connection to me and I only met her once through a funeral of my mom's father and mother- my grandparents on my mother side.

I have no blood relatives left, partly because my family is very small. No really, it's true. My supposed family consisted of my father, mother, and my grand father, (from my dad's side).

So where is everybody? All are dead. No really, it's true. Mother died from a car accident when I was 13, grandpa died from cancer when I was 11, and my father died from committing suicide only just recently, but of course, I would not forget him, however he seemed to think otherwise and left me a few memorable moments from the past three years I had lived with him. I can still feel some of the bruises.

I guess I have to try to understand that when a beloved has gone it really takes a toll on someone. Dad truly became someone I could not recognise; he turned to alcohol where he often found the bottles as a useful implement to inflict upon me.

Why didn't I tell anyone? I really believed he would come back to me, back to how he used to be.

Why he blames me is a complete fathom for me to comprehend, hence I will not even bother, at least it's over. I'm somewhat glad he is with mother now, they are happy together, they need not to worry about me. I can survive.

September 3, 2007

I'm in my new room, and it's not too bad. My step aunt is not really related to my mother, she was my mom's stepsister, and hence she is my step aunt. Now what adds to this lovely scenario is that they both really despise each other- how I know this? Simply from the warm welcome my step aunt greeted me with.

"Now listen here young lady! I never really liked your mother, I hated her with a passion and I feel nothing now that's she ridded from this world. Now that I got that out of my system, these are the rules:

I don't care if you don't go to school, go out late, or end up being killed or anything like that, just make sure you stay out of my way, don't make the house dirty, or you're in big trouble. Dinner will be in the fridge, just microwave it, or cook for yourself since I will be out most of the time. Don't bug me unless it is to inform me that you're leaving.

Got it?"

Yeah, I got the whole lot. What do I think of this? No comment.

September 5, 2007

It seems my step aunt does not trust me enough to keep me in the house while she would be away. Subsequently, she instantly changed her mind about me living under the same roof as her and I now find myself moving to a boarding school to complete my A-level education for the next two years.

I say...I feel highly insulted that she feels that way, but then again the feeling is mutual between my step aunt and me. She says I won't be missed; I could only say the same for her but kept my mouth shut, after all there's no point in creating the ridge between us any rougher.

The advantage of this situation is that I can now remain as far away as possible from her. The second pro is that the boarding school is one of the best, it is called West Shikon, but I have a feeling my step aunt chose it because it allows students to stay during the holidays.

How convenient for both of us.

September 7, 2007

I'll admit the school is enormous, very grand and has the latest and finest resources. I particularly found the library comfortable and pleasant. It was massive, full of books on the most interesting subjects that I look very much forward to reading.

I have a roommate called Sango Taija, and she seems pleasant enough. At least she is not a neat freak; at the same time, she is neither a total slob, which is good. The room is slightly more spacious than the one I had at my step aunt's place. It's more elegant and practical in my opinion.

Right now, Sango seems to be talking about where she comes from... something about only being down town from here. Either she doesn't know I'm only listening with half an ear open, or she knows and doesn't care that I'm simply writing in here, or she knows I'm writing and thinks I can multitask by listening to her at the same time.

Well yes, I can do that very well, but I'm going with the first option I mentioned previously.

I think she noticed and she gave what it looked like to be a much-huffed look as I spare a glance at her from the corner of my eye.

Lessons will start tomorrow, what do I think about that? Nothing, do not ask me why.

September 8, 2007

The nature of the lessons was very well structured and I actually found the teachers informative and worthy of note. Sango, my roommate appears to be giving me the cold shoulder, but I don't mind, it only seems fair since I ignored her when she was offering a very open conversation yesterday evening.

She's in one lesson of mine where we both share the same English literature class. Now normally I ignore most insignificant details, but apparently, even I cannot miss the buzz of some student's name, called Sesshomaru Taisho, which seems to echo throughout the school. Just who is he? I soon find out.

"Sesshomaru Taisho!" I hear one of those blonde ditz giggle, "The hottest and popular guy around, I swear I would love to get in his pants..."

Ew. I mean, I am not against sex or anything; it's just how can women degrade themselves to have sex simply because a man is hot? So shallow, absolutely no self-integrity and I seriously find myself believing the women species are stereotyped as nothing but something with breasts and a vagina, for men to relieve themselves in.

I'm being a harsh aren't I?

Nope.

Now I actually find myself meeting in person with the 'amazing popular' Sesshomaru Taisho after two of my lessons pass by. He's in my economics class and much to the girls' envy I sit in front of him. I can probably understand why women go haywire over him, he is indeed a beautiful fine specimen, but looks only get you so far. His fan club of girls is mortifying. Admiration is acceptable, even respecting the guy is okay in some ways, but worship? Please, he's hardly Kami.

I spend the entire lesson completing questions on a case study, as the teacher seems to be talking to individual students.

The regular routine in which I have discovered we all carry out goes like this: Get up, breakfast, two lessons, break time, one lesson, lunch time, another lesson, end of school day and then we spend our time however we like in the huge campus and facilities the school provides. Food is free, but the money comes from the parents, I wonder how my step-aunt managed to have so much money to send me off to boarding school...

So this is how I am to live for the next two years of my life, I'll certainly divulge in the fact that it's much better than how I previously lived, and it's something I can get used to.

September 9, 2007

My roommate had a few friends over for a few minutes this evening; they're out right now to come club nearby. Her friends included a silver-haired boy called Inuyasha; apparently, he's the half brother of Sesshomaru, which explains the similarity between them. Another boy by the name of Miroku Houshi introduced himself and I had the feeling he had the itch to... touch something? Hmm... I simply said my name and then continued to proceed on doing my homework. They offered me to join them in which I politely declined.

They seemed to think I would have changed my mind instantaneously when they mentioned Sesshomaru would be there. Much to my amusement, their shock was comical, as I still did not consent to their invitation.