. Finding your voice.
Chapter 1
Buffy Summers woke with a warm happy feeling in the pit of her gut. She had had that dream again, the one with the hot guy.
She quickly rushed off to the bathroom to get changed, Dawn was already there. Dawn was Buffy's little fifteen year old sister.
"Dawn hurry up." Buffy shouted, banging on the door at the same time.
"I will." Dawn shouted back, gargling some water as she did so.
Buffy came down stairs with a sour look on her face when she saw Dawn in the kitchen.
"Thanks for using all the hot water dummy." She said and pushed her sister on the arm.
"Ow, she hit me." Dawn screeched.
"Will you two behave?" Joyce Summers said as she walked into the kitchen. She was a beautiful middle-aged woman with blonde curly and had been widowed by Buffy and Dawn's dad, Hank, just recently.
"She started it." Both sisters said in unison.
"Good morning all." A voice came into the kitchen, stopping Joyce from shouting at the girls. It was Xander. He practically lived at the Summers house. Xander's parents, Anthony and Jessica Harris, didn't get along too well. So he spent most of his time at Buffy's. only to get away from the war zone.
"Morning Xander." Joyce said and disappeared off into the living room.
"Hey Xand." Buffy said and hugged her best friend.
"So, you girls ready to rock your socks off?" both girls smiled.
"I'll just grab my coat."