Kennedy took one last glance at the house she grew up in. With her bags packed, and her boxes in the trunk, Kennedy sadly left her home, life and family behind. She blindly drove down the NJ turnpike, through the Lincoln tunnel, and to her new apartment in New York. Before getting out of her car, Kennedy checked her phone for any messages, and realized that she got a text from her sister Danielle. "im sorry 4 the way things turned out, ur still my sister, and i love u no matter who you are." As Kennedy read she felt her phone vibrate four times. It was a text from her older sister, Sophia. "i dont know why they kicked you out, but i want you to know, even though they are disowning you, you will always be my sister. I love you"
Kennedy smiled and put her phone in her pocket. She got out of her car and walked up to the doorman standing by the building. "You must be the new resident. Apartment 3166?" he asked. "Yup that's me." Kennedy answered. "I'll get the valets to bring your bags in, and take your car to the garage. Your parking number is the same as your room. I'll show you to it now." "Thank you." As Kennedy walked into the lobby she couldn't help but smile. Although her parents angrily kicked her out with no money or home to go to, she couldn't help but think they did her a favor. "Here you are," exclaimed the doorman after they stepped out of the elevator on the top floor. "Thank you." "If you need anything, I'm just a phone call away. The directory is on your kitchen counter." After he handed Kennedy her room key, he started to head for the elevator. "Wait," Kennedy called out, "I never got your name." "Robin." "Well Robin my name's Kennedy, Kennedy Marie." "Nice to meet you," smiled Robin. He turned around and went into the elevator.
Kennedy slid her key card into the door and watched it blink green. She was surprised to see her stuff already sitting in her new living room. Kennedy put the key on the nearest table and went to the floor to ceiling windows. As she stared out into Central Park down below, she couldn't help but smile. It was the start of a new life. Her life.
"Congratulations Willow!" "Yeah Will congrats!" "Good job Red" "Thanks guys," exclaimed Willow. "I couldn't have graduated without you" she said, tears forming in her eyes. "I beg to differ, seeing that you're all geniusy and finished college in like 2 years. Yeah the only help we gave you was, keeping you up all night with our homework, and-, "What Xander means is, we wouldn't have let you graduate without us being apart of it in some way." "Thanks Buffy." smiled Willow.
Willow and her three closest friends, Buffy, Xander, and Faith, walked over to Faith's truck. "I call shotgun!" yelled Xander. "Oh, no you don't. Willow gets shotgun. You get the back with Buffy." stated Faith as she got into her truck. "Fine then." Xander conceded. He hopped in the back with Buffy as Willow mocked Xander, by slowly getting into the front seat. "You just wait until we get to your house. Your pool won't be so empty when I'm done with you," Xander threatened while whispering to himself. "I heard that," Buffy whispered, "We'll get her when she's facing the pool to take a picture with us." Buffy planned. "Evil, yet genius." "Thank you."
Willow looked at the clock for possibly the fifteenth time in two minutes. "Relax Red; you said she'll be here in twenty minutes." Faith assured her. "Knowing Tara, she has always been exactly on time. It's kinda creepy." Willow smiled, as Faith talked about how punctual her girlfriend is. "Thanks Faith." All of a sudden the doorbell rang and Willow glanced at the clock again. She still had ten minutes left. I wonder who that is she thought to herself. When Willow opened her door, she was surprised to see Tara standing at the door. "You're early," Willow smiled. Tara smiled also, but it faded as she felt a tap on her leg. As Tara looked down, Willow followed her gaze and stared. Standing with her arms wrapped around Tara's leg, was a little girl about five years old. Willow looked back up and met Tara's gaze. "Tara what-, she started to ask. "Willow, I'd like you to meet Athens. She's my daughter."