Revisionist History
by Tycho
Summary: what the title says, from the very beginning.
Rating: Plain ol' G so far. Later who knows?
Prologue: A Brand New Day
'History. What a sucky way to start a new school career.' Buffy frowned. 'Especially when teach, being *very* enthusiastic about the Black Death, is asking for textbooks and maps and other things I don't have.'
Buffy looked around at her neighbors, hoping to at leats catch a glemipse of what the teacher was talking about, her mother's parting words echoing in her ears. 'Try not to get kicked out.'
Thankfully the brunette on her right was in a generous mood, and moved her text over so Buffy coukld examine the pertinent details. Later, as the bell rang to signify the end of the morbidness that was history, said brunette in very stylish outfit introduced herself.
"Hi, I'm Cordelia." A hand was in the offering, a hand that Buffy was very grateful for. At least she wasn't fumbling over introductions like the boy in the hall earlier. Buffy smiled and gripped Cordelia's hand briefly. "I'm Buffy."
The conversation continued as they both put books and such in bags in the way that only experienced students can, "If you want a textbook of your very own, there's probably a few in the library."
"Oh, great, thanks. Where would that be?"
"I'll show you, come on." Cordelia led the way out of the class room. "You're from Hemery, right, in LA?"
"Yeah."
"I would kill to live in LA. That close to that many shoes!"
Buffy giggled. Suddenly her life here had the possibility of normality. 'Wow, Mom might have actually been right. Making friends in no time.'
As they entered another hall, Cordelia seemed to sense that. "You'll be OK here. If you hang with me and mine, you'll be accepted in no time. Of course, we do have to test your coolness factor." She looked Buffy up and down, appraising her appearance. "You're from LA so you can skip the written but, let's see.....vamp nail polish."
"Ummm, over?"
Cordelia rolled her eyes, "So over. Frapaccinos?"
"Trendy, but tasty."
"John Tesh."
"The Devil."
"James Marsters."
Buffy looked very smug, withdrew her purse from her bag and opened it for Cordelia to see. Inside was a picture of Buffy in a fabulous dress and her date from the final dance at Hemery High. He had bleached white hair, impossibly high cheekbones and piercing blue eyes. A black leather duster was draped over the arm that wasn't around Buffy's waist. In the background, the gym was burning.
"I'll introduce you sometime."
by Tycho
Summary: what the title says, from the very beginning.
Rating: Plain ol' G so far. Later who knows?
Prologue: A Brand New Day
'History. What a sucky way to start a new school career.' Buffy frowned. 'Especially when teach, being *very* enthusiastic about the Black Death, is asking for textbooks and maps and other things I don't have.'
Buffy looked around at her neighbors, hoping to at leats catch a glemipse of what the teacher was talking about, her mother's parting words echoing in her ears. 'Try not to get kicked out.'
Thankfully the brunette on her right was in a generous mood, and moved her text over so Buffy coukld examine the pertinent details. Later, as the bell rang to signify the end of the morbidness that was history, said brunette in very stylish outfit introduced herself.
"Hi, I'm Cordelia." A hand was in the offering, a hand that Buffy was very grateful for. At least she wasn't fumbling over introductions like the boy in the hall earlier. Buffy smiled and gripped Cordelia's hand briefly. "I'm Buffy."
The conversation continued as they both put books and such in bags in the way that only experienced students can, "If you want a textbook of your very own, there's probably a few in the library."
"Oh, great, thanks. Where would that be?"
"I'll show you, come on." Cordelia led the way out of the class room. "You're from Hemery, right, in LA?"
"Yeah."
"I would kill to live in LA. That close to that many shoes!"
Buffy giggled. Suddenly her life here had the possibility of normality. 'Wow, Mom might have actually been right. Making friends in no time.'
As they entered another hall, Cordelia seemed to sense that. "You'll be OK here. If you hang with me and mine, you'll be accepted in no time. Of course, we do have to test your coolness factor." She looked Buffy up and down, appraising her appearance. "You're from LA so you can skip the written but, let's see.....vamp nail polish."
"Ummm, over?"
Cordelia rolled her eyes, "So over. Frapaccinos?"
"Trendy, but tasty."
"John Tesh."
"The Devil."
"James Marsters."
Buffy looked very smug, withdrew her purse from her bag and opened it for Cordelia to see. Inside was a picture of Buffy in a fabulous dress and her date from the final dance at Hemery High. He had bleached white hair, impossibly high cheekbones and piercing blue eyes. A black leather duster was draped over the arm that wasn't around Buffy's waist. In the background, the gym was burning.
"I'll introduce you sometime."