Broken Fantasy by amanda wulke

The World Disapoints

       You know, once upon a time, I lived a normal life. I spent my time like every other young woman in New York. Woke up

at an insanely early hour, went to a dead end job, came home to an empty apartment, and then cried about it every night before

falling asleep. I never did anything extraordinary, besides actually making it through college. For most that would've been all

right. Not so for me. I wasn't happy with my average life, wasn't content that I had a roof over my head and that I could pay

the bills. No, I wanted something "special" to become my life. As a child, as well as an adult, fairytales and fantasies had me

and my overactive imagination wrapped around their tiny finger. I relished delving into each new adventure, wishing it were me

who was starting off on a crazy and wild journey. I read with selective hearing though, I realized later. I turned a deaf ear to

the pain and misery my characters had to suffer through to achieve their goal. Never really noticed the hardship those people

must have endured. Call it what you will, but I tend to think of it as being overly optimistic or just extremely naive. I had that

certain kind of look on life, where the glass was always half full, not half empty. Everything I saw, I viewed in that manner,

except when it came to my own life. That turned out to be more dangerous then I would have ever imagined.

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      I plodded home from work with a dull look in my eyes. The world is not ending I tried to convince myself. You just keep

thinking that I snorted internally. In any case I still couldn't accept that I, Kagome Higurashi had seriously been fired. I had

walked into work this morning just like any other day. E-publisher was a small company, but with many big names in the

business using our services we were surviving. I was one of the top workers and I was paid what I suppose was a substantial

paycheck. At least compared to my co-workers.  I could see it in of a few of their glares that some of them would kill to have

my job. I swear if looks could kill I would have been burned into the carpet years ago. I shook my head and my face split into a

small ironic smile. If only they had known that on most days I probably would have handed it to them on a silver platter. I

doubt I would have ever looked back, if I had gotten up the guts to actually go through with it. Not that I would actually have

been able to. Oh no, not little me, kind, sweet little Kagome would never dream of it. A bitter chuckle escaped my pursed lips. I

had walked into my office to see my boss sitting in my chair with a rather grim look on his pudgy face. For a brief second I

wondered why he was there, but immediately thereafter I wiped my thoughts clean. When it came to my boss it was best to

act like an unthinking imbecile. He motioned for me to sit in the other chair. He shuffled a few papers and fixed his tie,

presumably to try and look important and then began to speak in a voice that I had found really grated on my nerves. "Now

Kagome," he began " you know how fond I am of you..." I internally winced and droned out his next few sentences. Mr.

Harrington had always had a crush on me of sorts and really that's probably why I had my "high paying" job at the company.

Not that it mattered, or so I told myself. "But I'm afraid we're going to have to let you go." I felt like I had been punched in the

gut. After all the work I had put into this company that were just going to fire me out if the blue, I seethed. My blood was

boiling and I could feel my face going dark. People always told me that though it was a rare occurrence that I got angry; when

I did I became the scariest thing they had ever seen. Mr. Harrington was still blabbing on and on so I cut him off saying in a

dangerously low tone " You're joking, right?" "Now Kagome" he said as though he were scolding a small child. " Don't 'Now

Kagome me, why in the hell am I fired?" I could feel my voice level getting higher and higher the longer I talked. Mr.

Harrington began to wring his hands together and I could almost taste his nervousness. "Well..." he began. "Don't even bother it

doesn't even matter anymore." I spun sharply and strode tall and erect from my... no I couldn't even call it my office after

today. Now here I was drowning in my own thoughts. All my fury had evaporated as soon as I had gotten far away from E-

publisher. That emotion had been replaced by another emotion; worry. How in the seven hells was I going to pay for anything?

I sighed and then cringed. Job-hunting, ugh.

*You know-who will appear in the next chapter and in a rather unusual way I might add. This story is kinda just a place to write when I'm having writer's block. So while the updates will be steady, don't count on them being fabulous.*