~A NEW ATTITUDE~

No ! I didn't make this story up , but i kind of don't know who did! Its a great story ( if my bad writing don't mess it up). So plz read it and review cause i need to know if i should make more chapters !!!!


Kagome Abernathy had planned her suicide to the last detail. She’d gotten up at dawn, showered, and made up her face with the Mary Kay samples she’d won playing Tuesday night bingo at church and saved for a special occasions. Then she’d put on the beige linen suit and matching pillbox hat she’d bought at the Style Mart. It wasn’t Saks Fifth Avenue, mind you, but it was the only place in Chickpea, South Carolina, that didn’t have bright orange or lime-green polyester pantsuits hanging form a half- price rack at the back of the store. She wore her mother’s pearl choker- you simply couldn’t go wrong with pearls- and the smart, two-tone, beige- and white high heels she’d never even taken out of the box until today. She knew her shoes were inappropriate. Labor Day had come and gone and dark brown spectator pumps would have been more iepineping with the season, but Kagome had chosen style over tradition. When folks came to her funeral, she wanted them to stand back and tale notice. And say what a shame it was that Reverend Koga Abernathy had abandoned wife and church for some slut with implants and big hair. As for Shippo, Kagome couldn’t even think of her son without getting a lump in her throat the size of a turnip, and the absolute last thing she needed to do was start crying again. Someone might think she’d been crying over Koga, and she simply would not have it. Not after he’d turned their fifteen- year-old child against her and moved the boy right smack into the best little whorehouse in Chickpea. That her son had gone so willingly had been the lowest blow, and the closest Kagome had come to having a coronary. She should have seen it coming. Shippo had accused her of smothering him more than once, wanting to know where he was all times, sticking her nose in his business, just been a regular pain in the butt as far as he was concerned. Kagome had to admit she’d become something of a nag and a worrywart. As a result, she’d ended up alienating him- which explained why Shippo was now living in Tall Pines Trailer Park with his father and a waitress by the name of Kikyo stonewell. The scandal had rocked the town and the church where Koga had preached for the past ten years. His dismissal came with a notice to evacuate the house provided by the church, A stunned and humiliated Kagome had packed their belongings in record time and out everything in storage. She’d been hiding out at her poor deceased parents’ house for the past three days, hoping and praying she would wake up and discover it had all been a bad dream. But it was real. One minute she’d had family and a life, the next minute it was gone. It was as though a giant tornado had come though and sucked up everything she’d ever known and loved. But none of that mattered now. What mattered was finding a way to end the pain. And she had thought she’d found it when she had pulled her car into the garage and closed the door with the engine running. It had seemed like the perfect way to die: sit inside a closed garage with the engine running until she nodded off. Kagome didn’t know squat about carbon monoxide poisoning expect that it was supposed to be painless. Like falling asleep. So why in heaven’s name was she still alive? She gazed about her vintage Ford. She still held her son’s baby blanket and the rubber duck he’d loved as a toddler. Life had been so much simpler then. Kagome had gotten pregnant on her wedding night. Koga had sent a dozen red roses to the hospital after she’d given birth, even though he was still in seminary school and they were barley making ends meet. She remembered as though it were yesterday the day they brought their newborn home. Kagome remembered nursing Shippo in the middle of the night, when the house was silent and all she could hear were the sucking noises he made. Even now she could close her eyes and conjure up the way he’d smelled, the feel of his downy hair against her cheek. And later, when his eyes lit up each time she walked into the nursery, his chubby arms reaching for her. She had been his world, his universe. Now he no longer need he. Funny how one could dismiss another human being so easily. Kagome’s eyes flooded with tears, and she swiped at them and tried to concentrate on the task at hand. The engine wasn’t running. She peered over the steering wheel at the gas gauge. The needle pointed straight up to half a tank. Kagome sighed wearily. Somehow, in all the rigmarole, she’d forgotten about the faulty gas gauge. It had caused her to run out of gas several times over the past six months because she’d thought she had enough fuel to get her home. Obviously, it had happened again. Wasn’t that just her luck! Kagome wrenched open the door to the car and climbed out. T wer were still enough noxious fumes that she might be overcome after all, but she couldn’t count on it. She needed fuel. She paced a moment and the spied a dull-red gas can sitting in the corner of the garage. She paid a boy to cut her parents’ lawn twice a month. With any luck she’d come up with enough gas to get her to a service station. The gas tank was empty, and Kagome had to bite back the four-letter word on her tongue. She would not resort to foul language. She planned to leave this world with her morals and dignity perfectly intact. Year form now folks would comment on what a lady she’d been, right up to the bitter end. Kagome noted the lawn mower and hurried over to it. She unscrewed the cap and looked inside. It was full! Her joy was short-lived, though, as she pondered how to get the gas from the lawn mower into the gas can so she could pour it into her tankang!ang! This suicide business was not as easy as she’d thought it would be.