Woooohhhhoooooooo!!!!!!!! Woo! 3 Cheers for Black Canary II's new story! Wooot!
It's called Define "Normal". It's kinda based off the book by Julie Anne Peters. This is a fic that is pretty much Star- and Raven-centric. It is not a slash-fic. I just like the idea, and I want to see where it goes.
Is definitely AU.
ANNOUNCEMENT: Some people might have seen this fic in the BtVS section, with different names, written by Frostybyte. Frostybyte is the penname I use for BtVS stories, so that is me, and this is my story.
This is not a romantic fic. I might throw some in, however, so feel free to suggest pairings. I have, however decided on Racheln/Roy, also known as Raven/Speedy
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Kory's P.O.V.
I opened the door and froze. Not Rachel Roth. Impossible. It was not gonna happen. My jaw stuck as I did my best cow impression.
"What are you looking at?" Rachel sneered at me.
Umm, I don't know, maybe your purple hair? "Nothing," I muttered.
Rachel snorted. "You're my peer counselor?" She put her clunky boots on the table, and tipped back her chair.
My stomach was doing flip-flops. "Guess so." Define 'peer.'
Rachel snorted again. We must have had the same thought. Well, no delaying the inevitable. I sat down with a sigh at the opposite side of the table. Even from there I could smell her perfume. It was nauseating. I was trying very hard not to sneeze. "Where's Mr. Kent?" I asked.
"I dunno." Rachel shrugged, international sign language for 'and I don't care' "He had some emergency or another. Probably had to run down to the library to 'research' with Ms. Lane."
I stifled a laugh. The school psychologist/librarian's romance with Ms. Lane, the journalist teacher, was a joke among the students.
"So do you want to start or should I?" asked Rachel, with an impish grin.
I think we should both walk out of here and pretend this meeting never took place. "I'll start." Stupid college credits. Okay, start. Where to start? Geez, when Mr. Kent recommended this peer counseling thing, I didn't think someone like Rachel Roth would sign up. I thought it was meant for people with minor problems, like difficult teachers, or breaking up with your boyfriend or something. Not someone with Rachel Roth's problems. She's, what? A gangbanger. A druggie. Peer counseling? She needs long-time psychotherapy. "In a lock-up facility," I mumbled.
"Huh?" she asked.
"Nothing. Why don't you go ahead." This should be good. "Tell me why you're here." Mr. Kent had suggested this as an icebreaker. Between me and Rachel, however, there was an iceberg.
Rachel smirked. "It keeps me off the streets."
I forced a smile back. Good reason.
She got up, denting the heater behind her by accidentally throwing her chair into it. She walked down to my side of the table and sat kitty-corner to me. "We can't talk from way down there," was her explanation.
"I'm here 'cause Mr. Kent says I've gotta be. I've gotta do fifteen hours of counseling this term. She glanced at her watch and then grinned at me. "Ten minutes and counting."
For some reason I could not stop staring at her hair. Why would you do that? Is it permanent? What if she did it—
"You like it?" her amused voice filtered into my thoughts. "Cause if you do, Tattoo 4 U 2 is having a special. Get a dye job, get a free chakra."
"A world of no," I responded. Inside I was shaking. What am I doing? I can't do this? I can't counsel Rachel Roth!
"So, are we gonna start?" she wondered aloud. She checked her watch. "Sixteen minutes. This isn't so bad. Why don't we start with our names?" She extended her hand. "I'm Rachel Roth, but everyone calls me Rae, don't ask me why."
I extended my hand also. "I'm Kory Anders."
We shook hands. "Nice to meet ya, Kor." She sat back in her chair. "So…" she said, spinning in her chair and staring at the ceiling. "Let's talk about you."
"Well, I'm Kory. Everyone calls me Kory." My eyes met hers.
She shrugged.
I continued. "I'm 17 and I'm a junior. My favorite subject is psychology. I'm in the honor roll, and I was on the cheer squad, but I had to quit—"
Rachel yawned audibly. She checked her watch. "Time sure flies when you're having fun." She batted her mascara-covered lashes at me. "And that's just about all the fun I can handle for one day."
I started putting my stuff away. "Thanks a lot, Kor. I feel better already. With you counseling me, I'll be "normal" in no time!" With that little sarcastic gem, she left the room.
Wonderful. I feel sick.
Raven may seem OOC, but later it will be revealed that it's just a cover for her true emotions.
Well, that's all for now. Stay tuned!
-Black Canary II