Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha.

Author's Note: Yup, new story! I just read this awesome book called 'The Actual Real Reality Of Jennifer James', and it inspired me to write this. The first chapter, being the introduction to the plot, is really short. Sorry about that. But PLEASE review when you finish reading, which will be in like 5 minutes tops.

Saturday, August 15, 2009

I love you.

Just those three simple words can make a critical change. Trust me, I've been through a drastic change that taught me a lesson.

First of all, don't judge a book by its cover. I know, that's a frequently used moral, but it really does apply to human life. I've always thought that morals only appeared in fables with talking animals or lame school library books. But I was wrong. Even if the cover of a book is plain and boring with only words on it, it just might be the best book you've ever read in your entire life. And the one with the coolest picture of a shirtless hot guy on the front would most likely be a newbie author trying to make himself or herself the best author in the universe. Watch out for those kind of things.

The other lesson is 'Beauty is on the inside'. Wow, how many times have you heard that one? A trillion times, I bet. My point of view on this lesson is it's kind of retarded. What in the seven hells does this mean? The only thing inside you is blood and a bunch of other icky things, right?

Wrong.

Apparently, your personality and emotions are also deep inside your body in a certain place called your heart. Right off the top of my head, I can name the most common emotions: Mad, sad and happy.

What about love? Doesn't that count? An emotion is a strong feeling about somebody or something. You can love somebody or something. So, yes, love is an emotion. That's the emotion I thought I had for Kouga Wolf.

Another emotion: Hate. The emotion I felt for Inuyasha Takahashi.

Now, read this poem carefully:

"When I saw you I was afraid to talk to you.

When I talked to you I was afraid to kiss you.

When I kissed you I was afraid to love you.

Now that I love you, I am afraid to lose you."

Oh, that poem describes me so well. If I were an experienced poet, you'd think that I'd published this poem. But, sadly, I'm only a careless junior high schoolgirl writing in her diary.

As an uneducated child in elementary school, I've always dreamed of being an actress and a model. But now, as I get older and wiser, I realize how preposterous those hopes and dreams were. I was shy and I wasn't super skinny.

And the rumors.

Being an actress means rumors about who your love interest was and lies being printed in newspapers.

I'm already angry about one big rumor that went around my school, and the last thing I need is another twisted lie about my social life. It's like you can never convince people that the gossip isn't true. They think you're a crazy lunatic and continue believing everything they hear. Friends turn their backs on you, you hang out with the wrong people, your life turns upside down.

I've experienced all of these misfortunes in only one school year. Just one. Can you imagine the emotional rollercoaster ride that I went through? My pillow has proof of all the waterworks, the punching bag in the basement is worn out from my fury, and the bill for the phone proved how long and inconsolable my conversations with Sango were.

Sango was the only friend who stayed by my side during the transformation of my happy life. All the others have turned away and avoided me all year.

All of this happened because of one note. Some scrawled cursive on one piece of paper caused all of this chaos. And the only thing I could do was let life drag me around like a prisoner.

Verb. It's what you do.

Short and sweet and straight to the point.

So why didn't I do anything when Inuyasha walked up to my locker that morning? I was petrified, I guess.

My sob story may seem like a cheesy teen tragic love story, but this is a true story told from my point of view. No lies. Just the honest perspective of a third year junior high girl and her love note.

This is The Diary Of Kagome.