What If
Chapter 2
"Its a nightmare! I wish I was dead!"
Barbra Okabe was sobbing quietly in the girl's bathroom at Kent Preparatory School, on the out skirts of Sunnydale.
"Its not that bad," the voice came from one of the cubicles. The chain flushed and Caitherine Angel stood beside her best friend, smiling sympathetically.
"Not that bad? Jason Andrews told everyone I kiss like a plunger!"
"People will get over it! They'll move on to the next person soon I promise." She pulled her dark, curly hair out of its bobble and began brushing it.
"Cait, that's not even the worst part." She sighed, and gave her eyes a quick wipe. " I still love him."
The two girls started to leave the bathroom and headed for the field outside the school. They sat on the grass under the trees, behind the tennis court. Caitie sat in the shade as always, she burnt easy and got migraines in the sun.
Barbra flung her dark blonde hair over her shoulder in one swoop, and sighed, "Love bites".
Caitie just stared at her for a moment. Then smiled, "It is *not* love with you guys," she replied.
"Oh yeah?" Barbra said annoyed, " Then why do I get these little thrills," She reached to the small of her back and looked at Caitherine. "Right here when he's around?"
"One word for you hun," she pulled her hair back up into a dark blue base ball cap, leaving two small pieces hanging round her face, giving the impression her hair was much shorter than what it really was. "Passion."
The bell rang for afternoon classes. Barbra threw up her arms in an elaborate gesture. "Then I hate passion!"
" How can you hate passion?" they walked into the classroom for registration, or homeroom as they call it here, and sat on their usual seats between Harmony Kendall and Christine Hills. Both girls had moved there since Sunnydale High had gone up in smoke in a freak 'Accident'. "It's like my dad says, Passion is the source of our deepest moments. The ecstacy of love and happiness, the clarity of anger and hatred and the horror of death and despair. Without it, we may as well be rotting corpses."
"Wow, you're really putting things into perspective. How do you do that?" With the registering finished the girls stood once again. Caitie shrugged.
"Ms Angel?" Caitie looked up to see her biology teacher, Mr Dorban.
"Yes sir," she asked politely. Well as politely as you can to a small fat bald little bug.
"Hat off."
"Yes sir." pulling it off, as her hair tumbled around her back and shoulders.
As she entered her maths class, she remembered she hadn't done her homework the night before. She had been out at the bronze with Wills and Sandy.
'Welcome to my glorious life.' she thought, shutting her eyes as the teacher entered.
"Good afternoon, girls." Miss Clevedon started. "To day we are going to study the multiplying and division of ratio..."
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"A stake, a stake!"
Connor's ears pricked up, tossing a sharp piece of wood to his father. However, this particular girl, just would *not* give up. Roundhouse, flips, nothing would get this chick down. So it was time for the reserve: brutal force. Slamming her up against the alley wall, slamming the stake straight through her. As she turned to dust, he ran over to finish the last one off, when he seen Cordy do it.
"Welcome to wonderful life" he muttered as somewhere in the back of his mind, he heard his father say it was time to go back to the hotel, home.
Chapter 2
"Its a nightmare! I wish I was dead!"
Barbra Okabe was sobbing quietly in the girl's bathroom at Kent Preparatory School, on the out skirts of Sunnydale.
"Its not that bad," the voice came from one of the cubicles. The chain flushed and Caitherine Angel stood beside her best friend, smiling sympathetically.
"Not that bad? Jason Andrews told everyone I kiss like a plunger!"
"People will get over it! They'll move on to the next person soon I promise." She pulled her dark, curly hair out of its bobble and began brushing it.
"Cait, that's not even the worst part." She sighed, and gave her eyes a quick wipe. " I still love him."
The two girls started to leave the bathroom and headed for the field outside the school. They sat on the grass under the trees, behind the tennis court. Caitie sat in the shade as always, she burnt easy and got migraines in the sun.
Barbra flung her dark blonde hair over her shoulder in one swoop, and sighed, "Love bites".
Caitie just stared at her for a moment. Then smiled, "It is *not* love with you guys," she replied.
"Oh yeah?" Barbra said annoyed, " Then why do I get these little thrills," She reached to the small of her back and looked at Caitherine. "Right here when he's around?"
"One word for you hun," she pulled her hair back up into a dark blue base ball cap, leaving two small pieces hanging round her face, giving the impression her hair was much shorter than what it really was. "Passion."
The bell rang for afternoon classes. Barbra threw up her arms in an elaborate gesture. "Then I hate passion!"
" How can you hate passion?" they walked into the classroom for registration, or homeroom as they call it here, and sat on their usual seats between Harmony Kendall and Christine Hills. Both girls had moved there since Sunnydale High had gone up in smoke in a freak 'Accident'. "It's like my dad says, Passion is the source of our deepest moments. The ecstacy of love and happiness, the clarity of anger and hatred and the horror of death and despair. Without it, we may as well be rotting corpses."
"Wow, you're really putting things into perspective. How do you do that?" With the registering finished the girls stood once again. Caitie shrugged.
"Ms Angel?" Caitie looked up to see her biology teacher, Mr Dorban.
"Yes sir," she asked politely. Well as politely as you can to a small fat bald little bug.
"Hat off."
"Yes sir." pulling it off, as her hair tumbled around her back and shoulders.
As she entered her maths class, she remembered she hadn't done her homework the night before. She had been out at the bronze with Wills and Sandy.
'Welcome to my glorious life.' she thought, shutting her eyes as the teacher entered.
"Good afternoon, girls." Miss Clevedon started. "To day we are going to study the multiplying and division of ratio..."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"A stake, a stake!"
Connor's ears pricked up, tossing a sharp piece of wood to his father. However, this particular girl, just would *not* give up. Roundhouse, flips, nothing would get this chick down. So it was time for the reserve: brutal force. Slamming her up against the alley wall, slamming the stake straight through her. As she turned to dust, he ran over to finish the last one off, when he seen Cordy do it.
"Welcome to wonderful life" he muttered as somewhere in the back of his mind, he heard his father say it was time to go back to the hotel, home.