I had never planned on meeting Kagome. We were only children, but every time I saw her, my throat closed up, or my cheeks ran red. I didn't even know her name, and I found myself staring at her when she was out during gym class or recess, and I was stuck inside. It wasn't until we were in second grade that I actually met her, and found out her name. She was pretty, smart, and took it in stride when I poked fun at it.

"Look guys!- she's an anime character."

"She's even got the same colored eyes and hair."

"Ha! Where's your dog boy at Ka-go-me."

As soon as I did it, I would feel guilty. Everyone would pile on, poking fun at her, sneering at her. Why did I feel the need to hurt her? She had barely ever spoken to me. At the ripe old age of seven, I didn't understand that I had a crush on her. After all, a girl having a crush on another girl? I didn't even know that was possible.