Never Judge A Book by her Cover
Chapter 1: Ordinary
A young woman stands behind the desk of the library talking to
someone. The person is a regular in the library so she knows them
well. She isn't very confident about talking to people so she is soon
putting and end to the conversation, the best way she knows how
"Ok, Mrs. Johnson, the book is due back on the 21st. See you then."
The woman she was talking to leaves and she is once again left alone
behind the counter, enjoying the quiet. The library is her sanctuary.
It is a place where she can hide away, because no one cares who you
are or what you're like. They come in and out for one reason only.
Sure they chat politely, especially the people who are there a lot,
but all things considered nobody bothers her. And that's the way she
likes it. Or so she keeps telling herself. She has always believed that being alone was the best way to be. Nobody cared what she did. So she could hide away from the world, nobody noticing her. Just what she wanted. Her train of thought is stopped when she spots one of her best friends come through the
library door.
"Hey, Buffy. How are you?"
"Hi, Willow. I'm okay. A little bored, but what else can you expect."
she said.
"Oh, come on Buff, you love this place." her friend reminded her.
"Yeah, I do, but sometimes I wish it could be more exciting." she
replied with a small sigh.
Buffy Summers, 21 years old and feels like 40 most of the time. She
is very pretty with blonde hair and glittering green eyes, and an
absolutely fantastic figure most women would kill for. But, Buffy
keeps it hidden. She isn't confident so she hides behind her glasses.
She always has her hair tied back and dresses either too formal, or
in clothes much too baggy. She was always the shy type, always with
her head stuck in a book. She did good in school, although not the
best. She only had one boyfriend in her life, but wouldn't sleep with
him, because more important than anything she had principles. She was
getting sick of them. They had made her life boring, and always
prevented her from doing what she wanted. Sometimes she just wished
something would happen to make her life more interesting. She was tired of all being nice and doing the right thing. She wanted to be noticed but something was holding her back from allowing that to happen.
Willow on the other hand, was very confident. She was smart and
beautiful. She had been considered a geek at school, but since high
school ended she had blossomed. She knew who she was and what she
wanted. She wasn't afraid of anything. She had done topless modeling
once for the fun of it. She wanted to try anything and everything and
Buffy often wished she could be more like her. She had long red hair,
green eyes, and a milky white, perfect complexion. She loved
to flaunt her looks, but in a classy way, and Buffy wanted to be able
to do the same. Willow had tried to help her, but Buffy had decided
herself that she was a hopeless case. Willow was the kind of person she wanted to be, but knew she never would.
"So, Buff, you want to come out with me tonight, maybe go dancing?"
the redhead offered.
"I dunno Will, I'm not really in the mood, and I just don't feel
right. I feel so out of place." the blonde said.
"Come on Buffy, you never come out with me anymore. You need a night
out. We can get the others to come too. Oh I know. I can give you a
makeover. You don't need one but it'll be fun, might help you feel
like you fit in" the red head babbled excitedly.
"um" Buffy hesitated. She saw the look Willow gave her, pleading with her
to agree to go with her. She was right, Buffy hadn't been out for a
while, months in fact. But she always felt awkward. But she guessed
that if she wanted her life to be more interesting, she should make a start
on making it so herself. So she took a deep breath and nodded her
head.
"Ok, Will, I'll go and you can give me a makeover." she agreed.
"Oh, yay, Buffy, this will be so great. I'll call the others and
invite them." Willow yelled excitedly while jumping up and pulling
her friend into a tight hug.
"Ok, Willow, I need to breath and this is a library so stop yelling."
she spluttered.
Willow let her go and gave her a sheepish grin.
"Oops, well, I better go, I'll make the plans. I'll come by your
place at 6. Bye Buff." she said.
"See you later Will." Buffy called as her friend walked away.
The rest of Buffy's day passed as uneventfully as it started. She
stood behind the counter, checking out books and making polite
conversation with people who came in and out. By 5:30 when her shift
ended she couldn't wait to leave, as much as she loved the library,
she needed to get away. She greeted the man taking over from her for
the last couple of hours as she left. She waited around for a few
minutes chatting to some people she knew and then ran out to her car.
She got in and drove the fifteen minute journey to her home. She had
just enough time to jump in a quick shower before Willow arrived.
She had just exited the shower when the doorbell rang. She threw on
her robe and ran down the stairs. When she opened the door, Willow
was on the doorstep with a huge bag, which she assumed was filled
with make up and hair stuff.
"Hi Will." she greeted.
"Hiya Buff, let's get started. Goodbye Miss ordinary."
Chapter 1: Ordinary
A young woman stands behind the desk of the library talking to
someone. The person is a regular in the library so she knows them
well. She isn't very confident about talking to people so she is soon
putting and end to the conversation, the best way she knows how
"Ok, Mrs. Johnson, the book is due back on the 21st. See you then."
The woman she was talking to leaves and she is once again left alone
behind the counter, enjoying the quiet. The library is her sanctuary.
It is a place where she can hide away, because no one cares who you
are or what you're like. They come in and out for one reason only.
Sure they chat politely, especially the people who are there a lot,
but all things considered nobody bothers her. And that's the way she
likes it. Or so she keeps telling herself. She has always believed that being alone was the best way to be. Nobody cared what she did. So she could hide away from the world, nobody noticing her. Just what she wanted. Her train of thought is stopped when she spots one of her best friends come through the
library door.
"Hey, Buffy. How are you?"
"Hi, Willow. I'm okay. A little bored, but what else can you expect."
she said.
"Oh, come on Buff, you love this place." her friend reminded her.
"Yeah, I do, but sometimes I wish it could be more exciting." she
replied with a small sigh.
Buffy Summers, 21 years old and feels like 40 most of the time. She
is very pretty with blonde hair and glittering green eyes, and an
absolutely fantastic figure most women would kill for. But, Buffy
keeps it hidden. She isn't confident so she hides behind her glasses.
She always has her hair tied back and dresses either too formal, or
in clothes much too baggy. She was always the shy type, always with
her head stuck in a book. She did good in school, although not the
best. She only had one boyfriend in her life, but wouldn't sleep with
him, because more important than anything she had principles. She was
getting sick of them. They had made her life boring, and always
prevented her from doing what she wanted. Sometimes she just wished
something would happen to make her life more interesting. She was tired of all being nice and doing the right thing. She wanted to be noticed but something was holding her back from allowing that to happen.
Willow on the other hand, was very confident. She was smart and
beautiful. She had been considered a geek at school, but since high
school ended she had blossomed. She knew who she was and what she
wanted. She wasn't afraid of anything. She had done topless modeling
once for the fun of it. She wanted to try anything and everything and
Buffy often wished she could be more like her. She had long red hair,
green eyes, and a milky white, perfect complexion. She loved
to flaunt her looks, but in a classy way, and Buffy wanted to be able
to do the same. Willow had tried to help her, but Buffy had decided
herself that she was a hopeless case. Willow was the kind of person she wanted to be, but knew she never would.
"So, Buff, you want to come out with me tonight, maybe go dancing?"
the redhead offered.
"I dunno Will, I'm not really in the mood, and I just don't feel
right. I feel so out of place." the blonde said.
"Come on Buffy, you never come out with me anymore. You need a night
out. We can get the others to come too. Oh I know. I can give you a
makeover. You don't need one but it'll be fun, might help you feel
like you fit in" the red head babbled excitedly.
"um" Buffy hesitated. She saw the look Willow gave her, pleading with her
to agree to go with her. She was right, Buffy hadn't been out for a
while, months in fact. But she always felt awkward. But she guessed
that if she wanted her life to be more interesting, she should make a start
on making it so herself. So she took a deep breath and nodded her
head.
"Ok, Will, I'll go and you can give me a makeover." she agreed.
"Oh, yay, Buffy, this will be so great. I'll call the others and
invite them." Willow yelled excitedly while jumping up and pulling
her friend into a tight hug.
"Ok, Willow, I need to breath and this is a library so stop yelling."
she spluttered.
Willow let her go and gave her a sheepish grin.
"Oops, well, I better go, I'll make the plans. I'll come by your
place at 6. Bye Buff." she said.
"See you later Will." Buffy called as her friend walked away.
The rest of Buffy's day passed as uneventfully as it started. She
stood behind the counter, checking out books and making polite
conversation with people who came in and out. By 5:30 when her shift
ended she couldn't wait to leave, as much as she loved the library,
she needed to get away. She greeted the man taking over from her for
the last couple of hours as she left. She waited around for a few
minutes chatting to some people she knew and then ran out to her car.
She got in and drove the fifteen minute journey to her home. She had
just enough time to jump in a quick shower before Willow arrived.
She had just exited the shower when the doorbell rang. She threw on
her robe and ran down the stairs. When she opened the door, Willow
was on the doorstep with a huge bag, which she assumed was filled
with make up and hair stuff.
"Hi Will." she greeted.
"Hiya Buff, let's get started. Goodbye Miss ordinary."