/Bang/

Ignoring you...

/Bang/

/Bang/

Please, God, have mercy...

/Bang/

/Bang/

/Bang/

Still, ignoring you...

The door opened.

I sighed.

"Don't you knock?"

My little brother, Souta, shrugged his shoulders.

"Mom said to get you."

I looked at him curiously.

"For what?"

He shrugged again. He looked eager to get back to his room. Probably to finish one of his video games.

"She says that theres a guy for you at the door... Or something like that."

He was done relaying the message, he turned and practicly ran back to his fortress and slammed the door. I sighed and rolled off of my bed, where I had been lying down and staring at the ceiling for half an hour. I was bored. I walk down the stairs slowly and into the kitchen, ignoring the front door for the time being. Mom was there washing the dishes.

"What did you want Mamma?" I asked her. I knew, but I really didn't care.

She studied me critically. Like I was about to rob her, or something. I withered under her gaze.

"What?"

She shrugged, a habit she picked up from Souta.

"Theres a man waiting for you at the door, Kagome-chan. He is quite handsome."

She gave me another suspicious look, as if I had spent the summer off in the Americas with a secret society of male prostitutes. I would have blushed had my mother not been in the room.

"Okay. Whatever." I skipped out of the kitchen. When did I become happy? Was it the thought of actual contact with someone other than family in the last few weeks of summer? Or was it because it was a guy? 'Oh, help me God, Please, don't let it be...'

The thought ran off as I opened the door. I couldn't have asked for a better time to be a homicidal killer. Or have a fairly large axe. I could have cried.

Instead, I sighed.

--

"Hello Houjo-kun."

I hate summer.