This is a short fic. I wanted to see if I could write a story in 200 words or less, so here it is.
I'm late for the bus again. I hate this. I'm late for the freakin' bus again. Not good, not good!!! This is why I hate Monday mornings. No time to eat breakfast, and I just pulled out random clothes. Needless to say, I sure as hell didn't color coordinate. Oh well.
Well, i finially was ale to get outside. Wouldn't you know it though, the bus is late. I hear it coming though. Suddenly, this girl with a giant sword in her hand runs past me chasing a thing with horns. I place it out of my mind as I get on the bus. Just another average morning in Sunnydale.
What do you all think??