A/N: I know i haven't updated my other stories as regularly as i usually would, but you do get this completed story to make up for it, as this is what i've been busy working on. Updates will be up soon for other stories. Enjoy and please Review

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Chapter 1: Failure

Buffy stares at disbelief at the piece of paper in her hands. She doesn't know how the information on the page can be right

"Hey Buff" called out a redheaded girl behind her "how'd you do?" Buffy sighed and handed the paper to the other girl, and she could tell by the look on the other girl's face that they were sharing the same thoughts.

Buffy Summers is 16 years old and attends Sunnydale high school. She has long blonde hair and striking green eyes. She is very pretty, and an ex- cheerleader. Buffy has never been the best student and that piece of paper just confirmed her worst fears. She hadn't been doing great in school lately, she just didn't have the focus. She was at that stage where she had no real interest in school. She had had a lot of problems since the divorce of her parents a year and a half earlier and ever since a lot had gone down hill. As she sat in class she knew her mother would not be happy when she saw that piece of paper, she had been trying harder recently but it hadn't work, she couldn't help but think that she was in a lot of trouble.

Buffy was snapped out of her daydream at the sound of the bell signalling the end of class and the end of the school week. As she reached the door she waited outside for her friend to come out.

Willow Roseburg, the complete opposite of Buffy as far as school was concerned. Willow was a genius, she did well in all of her classes and had straight A's. She was the one everyone went to when they were having troubles in school. However, she was also considered a nerd and so was easily taken advantage of. She had long red hair and green eyes and was tall. She tried to be nice to everyone, and rarely said anything bad about anyone, never sticking up for herself against mean comments. But, she was the nicest person Buffy had met here and her best friend. Along with Alexander or Xander Harris. He was tall, with brown hair and eyes, and was relatively handsome. He had a crush on Buffy for some time, but she only liked his as a friend. He was another person that she could talk to about anything, he as like her brother, however he was out of school today for an appointment so that left just Buffy and Willow.

"Willow" she started as soon as her friend came through the door "what am I going to do? My mom will kill me" she panicked

"Buff, I'm sure it'll be fine" her friend comforted

"No, will, my mom told me I was in trouble if I didn't pull my grades up this term and look at this report card. I failed three of my classes and I got C's in the others. Will I really tried but look it didn't work" she was obviously upset as they made their way down the hall towards the main doors of the school. Her friend put a comforting arm around her all the while trying to reassure her

"Buffy, I'm sure if you just explain to your mom she'll understand"

"No" sniffed Buffy "she won't. You know how stubborn she can be with these things, she will be so mad. She thinks I don't try and I have no way to prove that I did."

"Well, we'll figure something out on the way home" Willow assured her.

The rest of the way home Buffy and Willow discussed her grades and ways that she could try and improve. But while it made her feel a little bit better, she also knew that it wouldn't be enough for her mom. She had high expectations of her and her sister Dawn who was smart and pulled good grades. Buffy always felt like the disappointment and today wouldn't be any different. Buffy walked up the drive to her house a few minutes after leaving Willow. She opened the door to her house and took a deep breath, she saw her mother as soon as she walked into the kitchen. She could tell she had seen her report card and knew what was coming

"Buffy Summers, get in here now and sit down" Joyce Summers demanded. Buffy sighed but did as she told and went over and sat at the table across from her mother.

"Mom, I'm sorry I"

"No" her mother interrupted "Buffy, I told you that I wanted you to make an effort in your studies this semester and you obviously haven't" she fumed "I also told you that unless I saw an improvement on you report card there would be consequences and I meant that"

"Mom" Buffy pleaded

"Buffy, I made up my mind. Something has to be done" Buffy knew there was no point arguing, and nodded her head solemnly waiting for her mother to go on, she couldn't think of anything to say.

"Buffy, there is a boy that I know through a friend of mine who is his father. He will be tutoring you at least three nights a week starting tomorrow" Buffy opened her mouth to protest but Joyce simply put a hand up to stop her while shaking her head

"We will not argue about this Buffy. It is not up for discussion. He will tutor you until I see an improvement and also when I think enough work has been done. You'll just have to get used to it Buffy" Buffy was annoyed, she had tried but her mom wouldn't even listen to her explanation. She resigned herself to the fact that from now on three nights a week she would be living in what she considered hell. But she couldn't argue with her mother. She nodded her head and stood up, walking out of the room and upstairs to call Willow.

On the phone she poured out her anger, telling her friend how much she was angry that her father wouldn't even listen to anything that she had to say. She was upset that her mother didn't listen when she tried to explain anything. On the phone over the next hour she poured her heart out over everything that had been bothering her and also shed some tears. Willow listened sympathetically, knowing that was all she could do as she didn't really understand where Buffy was coming from. But she was always there with a comforting word, and a hug if it was needed. Buffy hung up the phone, not really feeling any better, but feeling like there wasn't as much as a burden. And finally ready to accept what was going to have to happen the next day.