19Hello, everyone. My name is Meagan but you may call me Me-chan if you wish. I have for you a fanfic that was started a long while ago, like in two-thousand-six, but never finished. I thanks those that have already reviewed.
A/N: I will never own any part of the InuYasha story line...Darn for me, Eh?
It's weird how you never seem to notice the person at the back of the classroom. The young boy who keeps to himself, the weird girl who glares at everyone that passes by, and even the smart girl with the glasses who always raises her hand but is never called. Year after year they end up in your class, always overlooked by their peers, and until one year you simply—notice them.
Kagome Higurashi was one of those said people. Anyone looking at her could tell she was very plain, had no special qualities, and, though she didn't like company, craved for it in the back of her mind. Her chocolate brown eyes caught the attention of no one and the only time anyone saw her name was when it appeared at the very middle of the list in class rankings and on the classroom roll list. In that sense, the only ones to really notice Kagome Higurashi were the teachers, and they had to because of force.
Today was currently the first day of High School. Over the break, a lot of things had happened and a lot of things have changed. It was often noticed how much different a person could look from the end of Junior High to the beginning of High School like a secret rule everyone had to follow. Kagome was no exception to this rule although she soon rather wished she was.
The moment she stepped into the classroom on that very first day it became the day she would forever be abducted into a world totally new and strange to her. This was a world of which she had always been on the outside, had heard but had never seen up close. And, most certainly, Kagome Higurashi had never, ever, been absorbed into it until this very day.
It was the world of Popularity, the world of attention.
Yes, Kagome found it indeed strange that she found herself the attention of more than two pairs of eyes when her covered feet lightly tapped the floor of the classroom. The skirt of her uniform was halfway to her knees and even then, as she looked down, she didn't think it was long enough. She was in a state of confusion. People suddenly knew her name or, if they didn't, asked of it from a classmate who had been in too many of her classes to count.
And she was wondering why after so many years so many eyes were following her on her trip to the back of the classroom.
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