TITLE: Afterthoughts - Welcome To The Hellmouth
AUTHOR: Goddess Isa
EMAIL: goddessisa@aol.com
SUMMARY: Took me forever to write this. Diary entry of a Slayer.
RATING: TV-PG
SPOILERS: Welcome to the Hellmouth
DISCLAIMER: Everyone herein belongs to Joss. Joss sucks.
WEBSITE: http://planetslaythis.homestead.com NOTE NEW URL
AUTHOR'S NOTES: I've decided to put all the Afterthoughts stories together as one HUGE story with many chaptesr, eventually, since it's a series and that works. The thing is that I haven't got them written straight though, so it'll take awhile. Please be patient with me, and thank you :)
5/8/00



Dear Diary,


You are *not* gonna believe this.

First, Mom moved me to Sunnydale, which has like zero cool appeal. I started calling it Suckydale before we even crossed the city limits.

Then, I'm already known as a freak at school. First stroll down the halls, I get insulted by one of the cool kids for being nice to one of the nice kids. This is so unlike LA it's scary.

Worst of all, the school librarian says he's my new Watcher. He won't give that racket up, either. Mr. Giles is his name, I think. He's nice, I guess, but way too stuffy and British if you ask me.

He's just so.....persistent.

I gave this up when I left LA. The Slaying and patrolling and all this demonic shit. I gave it up and dammit, it's staying that way.

You know, if I don't go back to school, he can't pressure me to talk about the Slaying.

So that's it. I'll just never go to school again. Yeah, that'll go over nicely with Mom.

Maybe I should just roll over and die.


"Buffy?" Joyce called, stirring the Slayer out of her reverie. "Phone for you. I told you you'd make friends right away."

"Thanks, Mom," Buffy picked up her extension and shouted, "I got it!" to her mother.

When she heard the click of Joyce hanging up the kitchen phone, she said, "Hello?" expecting to find Willow on the other end.

"Hello, Buffy," Giles said. "How are you tonight?"

"Tired," she said, yawning.

"I'm sure you are. However, I do need you to meet me at the library at once."

"No way," Buffy shook her head. "My mom rented me the newest episodes of Melrose Place on video, and we're gonna watch them together."

"Buffy, you can't...which episodes?" he asked, his interest piqued.

"EEW!" Buffy shouted. "It's bad enough that my mother watches it, but you? Gross. And I am NOT meeting you at the library."

"Buffy--"

"No," she cut him off.

"Buffy, you have to--"

"No."

"You have responsibilities."

"I don't care."

"I bought pizza and doughnuts," he offered as a last resort.

"Two hours," she said. "That's it."

Giles waited until Buffy had slammed the phone down on her end to disconnect the call and dial information.

"Yes, you can help me, I need the number of the fastest pizza shop in Sunnydale." he glanced at the wall clock and hoped the pizza would get there before Buffy did. If it didn't, he was sure to get his British ass kicked back to the homeland.