"Here it is," Buffy's father, Rupert, said as he opened the doors to her
new home
in Sunneydale.
"It looks cozy," she responded. The house was neatly kept, though the
rooms were small.
"Let me give you the tour," he said as he stepped through the doorway
and put her bags in the hallway.
Buffy walked in and closed the door behind her. Together they walked down the hall to the nearest room.
"This is the kitchen."
It had a small refrigerator/freezer and a stove. There was a Microwave and a toasteroven sitting on the counter. They continued down the hall.
"This is my room," Rupert said as he closed the door. "It's pretty messy right now."
They walked on.
"And this is your room."
Buffy walked in to the room. The wallpaper was green and white striped.
There was a double bed with nightstand sitting next to it. The nightstand was barren
except for the framed picture of her and her mother. She picked it up and looked into the
glossy photo. Her mother's wavy blond hair was shiny and wind swept. She was wearing
a sun dress. At the time the photo was taken Buffy was eight. They were standing in a
meadow near an oak tree. Buffy found herself fighting tears as she put the picture down.
"I'm going to bring in your bags. Then would you like something to eat?"
Buffy looked up. "No thanks, Daddy. I had dinner on the plane. I'm kind of tired. I thought I would unpack my clothes and go to bed."
"That's probably a good idea. You have a long day ahead of you." Rupert said as he closed the door.
Buffy walked down the hall to her first period. The day hadn't even started and
she was already lost. Students rushed past her, knowing they would be late for class.
"You look lost," a redhead in a cheerleading outfit, said.
"You could say that," Buffy smiled.
"I'm Willow," the redhead said.
"Buffy."
"What room number are you looking
for?"
"418." Buffy showed her the pink piece of paper that had her schedule written on
it." Willow smiled.
"That's where I'm going," She said.
Together they made their way down the hallway.
"Where are you from?"
"LA."
"Oh my God! That must have been the best. I would do anything to live in LA! Why did you move to Sunneydale?"
"My dad lives here," Buffy said not wanting to go into detail.
"This is it," Willow said as they approached an open door.
Buffy walked to the front of the room and showed the teacher her schedule.
"Hello, Buffy. I am Ms. Miller. I'm glad to have you join our class."
Buffy smiled.
"You can have the seat over there." Ms. Miller pointed to an empty seat next to a
dark haired boy listing to a walkman.
When Buffy sat next to him he took his earphones off. "I'm Xander," he said.
"I'm Buffy."
"How's it going?"
Buffy nodded in response then opened her text book to the page that Ms. Miller had written on the chalk board in the front of the room.
The day seemed like it would never end. Finally after the last bell of the day rang
Buffy gathered her books and headed out the door.
"Buffy!" She heard someone call as she was walking down the steps of the school's front entrance. She turned around to find Xander motioning for her to come over.
"Hey Xander! What's up?" She asked.
"I was wondering if you would like to come to The Bronze with me tonight. What do you
say?"
"Xander, it's a school night and I have to finish unpacking. Maybe another time."
Xander pleaded for her to come with his eyes. "Come on, Buff. You know you want to.
It'll be fun," he said as his hand reached behind her and grabbed her ass. Buffy jerked
away.
"I have to go," she said as she walked away hastily, clinging to her books.
"Buffy, I'm glad you're home," her father said as she walked inside her
house. "I would like you to meet your new neighbors."
There were two women sitting on the couch. One looked like she was in her mid-forties and the other was pregnant, but looked no older than Buffy.
"Cordelia, Ms. Chase, this is my daughter Buffy."
She nodded at the pregnant teen and her mother.
"Where are you from?" Ms. Chase asked.
"Los Angeles," Buffy replied.
"How's the smog this time of year?" Cordelia asked with a sassy, sarcastic tone.
Buffy smiled.
"Well, I would love to stay, but we must go," Ms. Chase said as she stood up.
"It was nice to meet you," Buffy said sweetly as they walked out the door.
"Daddy, I'm going to the Library to study. I'll be back before dinner," Buffy said as she grabbed her books.
"See you later," Rupert said in response as Buffy left.
TBC…
Author's Note: I know this is staring out really slow, but I promise it will get better.
in Sunneydale.
"It looks cozy," she responded. The house was neatly kept, though the
rooms were small.
"Let me give you the tour," he said as he stepped through the doorway
and put her bags in the hallway.
Buffy walked in and closed the door behind her. Together they walked down the hall to the nearest room.
"This is the kitchen."
It had a small refrigerator/freezer and a stove. There was a Microwave and a toasteroven sitting on the counter. They continued down the hall.
"This is my room," Rupert said as he closed the door. "It's pretty messy right now."
They walked on.
"And this is your room."
Buffy walked in to the room. The wallpaper was green and white striped.
There was a double bed with nightstand sitting next to it. The nightstand was barren
except for the framed picture of her and her mother. She picked it up and looked into the
glossy photo. Her mother's wavy blond hair was shiny and wind swept. She was wearing
a sun dress. At the time the photo was taken Buffy was eight. They were standing in a
meadow near an oak tree. Buffy found herself fighting tears as she put the picture down.
"I'm going to bring in your bags. Then would you like something to eat?"
Buffy looked up. "No thanks, Daddy. I had dinner on the plane. I'm kind of tired. I thought I would unpack my clothes and go to bed."
"That's probably a good idea. You have a long day ahead of you." Rupert said as he closed the door.
Buffy walked down the hall to her first period. The day hadn't even started and
she was already lost. Students rushed past her, knowing they would be late for class.
"You look lost," a redhead in a cheerleading outfit, said.
"You could say that," Buffy smiled.
"I'm Willow," the redhead said.
"Buffy."
"What room number are you looking
for?"
"418." Buffy showed her the pink piece of paper that had her schedule written on
it." Willow smiled.
"That's where I'm going," She said.
Together they made their way down the hallway.
"Where are you from?"
"LA."
"Oh my God! That must have been the best. I would do anything to live in LA! Why did you move to Sunneydale?"
"My dad lives here," Buffy said not wanting to go into detail.
"This is it," Willow said as they approached an open door.
Buffy walked to the front of the room and showed the teacher her schedule.
"Hello, Buffy. I am Ms. Miller. I'm glad to have you join our class."
Buffy smiled.
"You can have the seat over there." Ms. Miller pointed to an empty seat next to a
dark haired boy listing to a walkman.
When Buffy sat next to him he took his earphones off. "I'm Xander," he said.
"I'm Buffy."
"How's it going?"
Buffy nodded in response then opened her text book to the page that Ms. Miller had written on the chalk board in the front of the room.
The day seemed like it would never end. Finally after the last bell of the day rang
Buffy gathered her books and headed out the door.
"Buffy!" She heard someone call as she was walking down the steps of the school's front entrance. She turned around to find Xander motioning for her to come over.
"Hey Xander! What's up?" She asked.
"I was wondering if you would like to come to The Bronze with me tonight. What do you
say?"
"Xander, it's a school night and I have to finish unpacking. Maybe another time."
Xander pleaded for her to come with his eyes. "Come on, Buff. You know you want to.
It'll be fun," he said as his hand reached behind her and grabbed her ass. Buffy jerked
away.
"I have to go," she said as she walked away hastily, clinging to her books.
"Buffy, I'm glad you're home," her father said as she walked inside her
house. "I would like you to meet your new neighbors."
There were two women sitting on the couch. One looked like she was in her mid-forties and the other was pregnant, but looked no older than Buffy.
"Cordelia, Ms. Chase, this is my daughter Buffy."
She nodded at the pregnant teen and her mother.
"Where are you from?" Ms. Chase asked.
"Los Angeles," Buffy replied.
"How's the smog this time of year?" Cordelia asked with a sassy, sarcastic tone.
Buffy smiled.
"Well, I would love to stay, but we must go," Ms. Chase said as she stood up.
"It was nice to meet you," Buffy said sweetly as they walked out the door.
"Daddy, I'm going to the Library to study. I'll be back before dinner," Buffy said as she grabbed her books.
"See you later," Rupert said in response as Buffy left.
TBC…
Author's Note: I know this is staring out really slow, but I promise it will get better.