Life always seems so cruel when you're a teen. Your parents telling you what to do, grounding you so you can't go and see your boyfriend. Walking into school with last month's hair. Well not for me, life is worse.
My name is Buffy Anne Summers, and I have the worst teenage life ever. You may be thinking I'm telling you this for attention but I'm really not. No. When I was around 14 I was told I was a 'Chosen One.' I didn't understand until later that night. The guy who had told me I was Chosen kinda gave me the Wiggins when he talked about Vampires and Demons but I had to face up to my responsibilities.
My name is Buffy Anne Summers, and I…am a Vampire Slayer. The Chosen One for this generation. To fight the forces of evil and protector of the world is my duty. And yet, I can't tell anyone of my abilities, my power, not even my own mother. I can't let anyone know why I have blood on my clothes, bruises on my body or why I'm usually so distant or moody. God, I can't do this anymore. I can't keep living like this, it tears me up inside. My mom doesn't even ask me what happened when she washes the blood from my shirt. Maybe she doesn't care. I gave up on excuses a long time ago.
During the night, I can't sleep. I'm so scared of being alone. I used to have friends, but after a while of being 'The Chosen One' I guess I lost all point of friends, and they lost all point of bothering with me. It made me wonder, what life could have been like if I didn't have to go out every night, slaying demons, dusting Vamps, risking my life.
My name is Buffy Anne Summers, and don't you dare feel sorry for me.