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A/N: This is an older story, originally from April 2016, that I've decided to re-post in the hope someone wants me to write more. It's a bit odd and accidentally inspired by Buffy the Vampire Slayer because I'd been re-watching many episodes while typing this (for some reason). It was also inspired by a story someone else wrote years ago that I came across. Though only the basic premise of Columbia going back to school is borrowed. Hey, people like William freakin' Shakespeare based their works on the ideas of other people...

It was a perfectly normal day at the castle. I, Columbia the groupie, was just getting dressed when my roommate barged in without knocking. This was no surprise since she always did that. What she said to me was a surprise, however.

"What do you think of school?" she asked, smiling that odd smile of hers.

"School?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.

For some reason, Magenta sighed dramatically. "Yes, he wants you to attend school. You're only 16, and around here-"

"He's trying to get rid of me."

Magenta pondered this for a moment. "Not really. Though I suppose that's a contributing factor. Technically speaking you're supposed to be in school until age eighteen or older. And we've already set everything up, so you can't really back out now."

This wasn't good. I'd run away soon after my 16th birthday. A few months ago I'd turned 17. Since I'd missed about half of 11th grade I'd be stuck in tenth, wouldn't I? How dreadful.

"We've given your age as 16 and name as Laura Trent. That was my idea, since I knew you'd missed all of senior year and most of the year before it. I've done much research on the local school system at the local library," Magenta explained.

"When do I start?" I asked.

"Tomorrow. I'll wake you up at 7:30 so you've got time to eat breakfast."

"Seven thirty in the morning?!"

Name: Laura Trent

Date of Birth: May 24, 1955

Year of Enrollment: 1971-1972

Grade: 10

Parents and/or Guardians: Mr. Roderick Trent and Mrs. Madeline Trent

Homeroom: Ms. Michelle Rennie

Dear Diary,

Today, in homeroom, Ms. Rennie told us that we'd be getting a new student in the 10th grade. That's pretty surprising, since nobody ever moves to boring ol' Denton.

Not to mention the fact that nobody knew about her or her family. Usually everyone found out if somebody moved into town.

"Her name is Laura Trent," Ms. Rennie explained. "She'll start tomorrow."

The halls were abuzz with conversation as everyone gossiped about who Laura might be. Everyone seemed very interested in this so-called 'foreigner' who'll show up tomorrow. I suppose it's because Denton High never gets new students, save for freshmen.

Since it's already October, the idea of a new student is extra exciting and strange.

My best friend James seemed extra excited about all of this. I suppose he likes the idea of a girl who doesn't know him well enough to know what a dork he is.

"I bet that this Laura girl is pretty," James said as we ate lunch in the courtyard.

"More like you hope that she's pretty," I replied. "There's no reason to think she's pretty."

"She's probably dark and mysterious," he muttered, clearly not hearing me. "And very foreign."

"Trent's a pretty common name in this country and in England. Laura is too, I suppose. It's not like she's German or something," I pointed out.

Suddenly, James scowled. "Hopefully she's not German. That annoying delinquent Eddie is German and therefore I hate all things German."

I rolled my eyes. "I think that's called racism."

That afternoon, when school ended, James told me to meet him in the school library. Apparently he'd been assigned by our Earth/Space teacher Dr. Scott to study with the notorious know-it-all Wesley Clarke. James needed me to help him survive an ordeal as agonizing as discussing science with Wesley.

"This is some kind of punishment! I'm doing fine in that class," James told me, as we walked to the library.

"You're getting a D," I reminded him.

"Well, that's almost a C… I bet Dr. Scott overheard me saying how much I hate his nephew and Germany. It's some kind of awful punishment!"

I rolled my eyes. Though he's often very dramatic, James means well. And no sane person enjoys conversing with Wesley.

There he sat at a desk, reading a textbook on artificial intelligence. What a snob!

Wesley's eyes narrowed in disgust when he saw us. "I'm supposed to be helping James with his science work. What are you doing here, Susie?"

"I'm here for moral support or whatever," I said, quickly adding: "And it's Susan, not Susie."

"Leave, Susan. We don't need you," Wesley said. "I can't teach two idiots at once."

"Sorry, James," I said quietly.

Then, I left the library and walked home. Denton is such a small town that everyone walks and/or bikes everywhere.

"Anything interesting happen at school, dear?" Mom asked when I entered the kitchen.

"Yeah. Ms. Rennie told us that there will be a new student showing up tomorrow. Laura Trent is her name, I think," I explained.

"Oh? Well, that's exciting. If I'd known that a new family had moved into town I would've invited the wife for tea," Mom said.

How boring. I always wonder why Mom spends all her time thinking about mindless social engagements and related nonsense. Despite what she seems to believe, it's no longer the 1950s. Aren't woman supposed to do purposeful things now? Have jobs? Wear trousers?

Whatever.

On a side note, my awful older sister Betty might be visiting in a few weeks. Apparently she met this guy in college and she wants our parents to meet him.

Yours,

Susan Munroe

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