This story starts with Welcome to the Hellmouth, and where it will end...
who knows?
Rated G-PG for now, but after Buffy meets Angel, it will probably become PG- 13 to R; maybe more...
Disclaimer: Characters, places, and some of this chapters' diologue & situations belong to Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, 20th Century Fox, BTVS writers, etc... but how I play with them is up to me!
P.S. Will eventually be character Dawns' age... Spikes' little brother... little romance there!
B / A, X / C, W / O, G / J, S / D
In the future... B / S, X / A, W / T, D / ?
Merry Christmas & Happy Holidays! Oh, and God Bless America!!
CHAPTER 1
Buffy awoke with a start. Groan.
"Buffy?"
Her mom was calling her again.
"I'm up, Mom!"
She looked sleepily over at her alarm clock. 6:30 AM. Plenty of time to just take five more minutes and...
Then she did a double-take. 6:30 AM!?! Buffy still had to shower, and get ready for school; clothes, hair, makeup --
"Don't want to be late for your first day!"
Of course. Her first day at her new school, Sunnydale High. Sunnydale.
I bet it's really 'sunny.' she thought sarcastically. Well, I don't feel very sunny. I just want to sleep.
But she had to get up, because her mom was just like every other mom: pushy, persistent, and stubborn
as a horse; and she would not let her daughter miss the first day of the second half of her sophomore year in a new
town called Sunnydale. Ever.
"No... wouldn't want that."
Buffy struggled out from under her covers, and stared around her half- unpacked bedroom, boxes of her belongings strewn everywhere. She then practically ran through her door, and raced into the bathroom. Locking the door, she grabbed a towel and pulled off her pajamas before jumping into the shower. Safe with the knowledge that her bathroom time was safe, she let the hot water run over her. Aahhh... Buffy was then reminded of her limited time span by the incessent pounding of her 11 year-old sister at the door.
"Buffy! Get out already! You're not the only one who's starting a new school today!"
Buffy sighed and turned off the water. " Yeah, well you're only starting middle school. I, for one, am beginning my second year at a new high school. So when you're my age, you can have first dibs on the shower. Maybe."
She stepped out and toweled her hair off. "Besides, what's the big deal?"
"I could ask you the same question!"
"Go away!"
"No!"
"Dawn, you leave me alone or you'll regret it!"
"I'll scream!"
"Dawn -- "
The eleven year-olds' sream rattled the house, and Buffy grimaced. She could hear her mothers' footsteps
pounding up the stairs. "What is it? What's wrong?" Joyce Summers asked frantically. Consumed by the anxiety of her own first day, at the art museum she had just acquired, she was just as ruffled as her daughters'.
Buffy sighed as she stepped out of the bathroom, with her towel wrapped around her. She replied
sweetly to her mother,
" Dawn was just having a tantrum again."
"Am not!" The youngest Summers' followed her sister down the hall.
"Are too."
"Oh yeah?" said Dawn angrily as Buffy reached her room. "Well, you - "
The door slammed in her face.
"Suck," Dawn responded to the door in her face, trying to retain her last shreds of eleven year-old dignity. Then she wordlessly marched down the hall to the bathroom.
The pile on Buffy's bedroom floor just kept growing as she tore through her closet.
"Not this -- or - this --"
She collapsed on her bed.
"Ah! I'm doomed!"
Then she spotted her pair of brown leather knee-boots, a Christmas present from her father the past year. She missed him. But she would see him on her birthday. He always took her to see the ice show, and bought her cotton candy, and oohh, one of those souveneir programs that had all the pictures, and --
Okay. School. No good being Tangent Buffy.
She walked over to the boots, picked them up, and set them on her bed. Then she returned to the daunting task of choosing an outfit. She finally decided upon a short, tight skirt and a short-sleeved white blouse. And her boots, of course. Hair... she settled on simply brushing through it, thanking God that she had just gotten it done two days before. Her makeup was done, so all there was left was to get something to eat.
When Buffy entered the kitchen, Her mother was already there, as was Dawn, who was eagerly chewing on syrup-drenched French toast. Joyce handed her daughter a glass of fresh orange juice, which Buffy gladly accepted. After downing it, she tried talking to her sister.
"So... what classes are you taking?"
Dawn stopped her fork mid-motion, turned towards her sister, and dead- panned, "What every other sixth-graders' taking, you ditz."
Dawn had always been sarcastic, and had sometimes bordered on mean.
Unfortunatly for her, Buffy had never even attempted to put up with it as her parents did.
Buffy glared at her sister. " Mom, are we sure Dawn stopped her terrible twos? Because she still acts just like one."
Dawn glared right back. Then she got the second meaning of her sisters' jab. "Hey! MOM!" she hollered.
"You two," Joyce sighed as she cleared their dishes. "Go get your stuff. I'll be waiting in the car."
Joyce pulled up to the Sunnydale High entrance and abruptly stopped.
"Okay!"
Buffy hopped out of the Jeep's passenger side. Joyce continued brightly,
"Have a good time. I know you're going to make friends right away--"
"Not likely, Mom. After all, it is Buffy," Dawn said dryly from the backseat. Buffy glared at her younger sister, who in turn stuck out her tongue.
"As I was saying... just think positive."
Nodding, Buffy turned to go, closing the door.
"And honey?"
Bufy turned back to the Jeep.
"Try not to get kicked out?" Joyce asked hopefully. Buffy nodded dutifully.
"I promise."
"Mom, you know Buffys' promises can be faulty..."
"Quiet, Dawn," responded both mother and elder daughter simultaneously.
Joyce turned back to Buffy. "Okay."
Buffy turned back to the school, took a deep breath, and began her journey into the schools' double doors.
**~ ~ A.N. -- How did you like it? This chapter pretty much follows the first episode Welcome to the Hellmouth ( except with Dawn in it, and extra dialogue, ) as far as the original scripting. But within the high school, from now on everything is gonna be mine!! Well... pretty much. I think it will be.
Also - I briefly recall reading a story that had something like this. I truly apologize if I'm right! But I swear that from now on, it should be nothing like anyone elses.' Promise! R / R! ~ ~**
** I may finish the story before winter break ends ( 4 me Jan. 7 ), but I may prolong it... High School can be quite a trip, ya know! **
~ ~ I am very busy - two shows, cheerleading, & honors classes... sosometimes chapters just might take awhile.. but if people R / R... just maybe I'll take some time out at two in the morning...; )
Rated G-PG for now, but after Buffy meets Angel, it will probably become PG- 13 to R; maybe more...
Disclaimer: Characters, places, and some of this chapters' diologue & situations belong to Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, 20th Century Fox, BTVS writers, etc... but how I play with them is up to me!
P.S. Will eventually be character Dawns' age... Spikes' little brother... little romance there!
B / A, X / C, W / O, G / J, S / D
In the future... B / S, X / A, W / T, D / ?
Merry Christmas & Happy Holidays! Oh, and God Bless America!!
CHAPTER 1
Buffy awoke with a start. Groan.
"Buffy?"
Her mom was calling her again.
"I'm up, Mom!"
She looked sleepily over at her alarm clock. 6:30 AM. Plenty of time to just take five more minutes and...
Then she did a double-take. 6:30 AM!?! Buffy still had to shower, and get ready for school; clothes, hair, makeup --
"Don't want to be late for your first day!"
Of course. Her first day at her new school, Sunnydale High. Sunnydale.
I bet it's really 'sunny.' she thought sarcastically. Well, I don't feel very sunny. I just want to sleep.
But she had to get up, because her mom was just like every other mom: pushy, persistent, and stubborn
as a horse; and she would not let her daughter miss the first day of the second half of her sophomore year in a new
town called Sunnydale. Ever.
"No... wouldn't want that."
Buffy struggled out from under her covers, and stared around her half- unpacked bedroom, boxes of her belongings strewn everywhere. She then practically ran through her door, and raced into the bathroom. Locking the door, she grabbed a towel and pulled off her pajamas before jumping into the shower. Safe with the knowledge that her bathroom time was safe, she let the hot water run over her. Aahhh... Buffy was then reminded of her limited time span by the incessent pounding of her 11 year-old sister at the door.
"Buffy! Get out already! You're not the only one who's starting a new school today!"
Buffy sighed and turned off the water. " Yeah, well you're only starting middle school. I, for one, am beginning my second year at a new high school. So when you're my age, you can have first dibs on the shower. Maybe."
She stepped out and toweled her hair off. "Besides, what's the big deal?"
"I could ask you the same question!"
"Go away!"
"No!"
"Dawn, you leave me alone or you'll regret it!"
"I'll scream!"
"Dawn -- "
The eleven year-olds' sream rattled the house, and Buffy grimaced. She could hear her mothers' footsteps
pounding up the stairs. "What is it? What's wrong?" Joyce Summers asked frantically. Consumed by the anxiety of her own first day, at the art museum she had just acquired, she was just as ruffled as her daughters'.
Buffy sighed as she stepped out of the bathroom, with her towel wrapped around her. She replied
sweetly to her mother,
" Dawn was just having a tantrum again."
"Am not!" The youngest Summers' followed her sister down the hall.
"Are too."
"Oh yeah?" said Dawn angrily as Buffy reached her room. "Well, you - "
The door slammed in her face.
"Suck," Dawn responded to the door in her face, trying to retain her last shreds of eleven year-old dignity. Then she wordlessly marched down the hall to the bathroom.
The pile on Buffy's bedroom floor just kept growing as she tore through her closet.
"Not this -- or - this --"
She collapsed on her bed.
"Ah! I'm doomed!"
Then she spotted her pair of brown leather knee-boots, a Christmas present from her father the past year. She missed him. But she would see him on her birthday. He always took her to see the ice show, and bought her cotton candy, and oohh, one of those souveneir programs that had all the pictures, and --
Okay. School. No good being Tangent Buffy.
She walked over to the boots, picked them up, and set them on her bed. Then she returned to the daunting task of choosing an outfit. She finally decided upon a short, tight skirt and a short-sleeved white blouse. And her boots, of course. Hair... she settled on simply brushing through it, thanking God that she had just gotten it done two days before. Her makeup was done, so all there was left was to get something to eat.
When Buffy entered the kitchen, Her mother was already there, as was Dawn, who was eagerly chewing on syrup-drenched French toast. Joyce handed her daughter a glass of fresh orange juice, which Buffy gladly accepted. After downing it, she tried talking to her sister.
"So... what classes are you taking?"
Dawn stopped her fork mid-motion, turned towards her sister, and dead- panned, "What every other sixth-graders' taking, you ditz."
Dawn had always been sarcastic, and had sometimes bordered on mean.
Unfortunatly for her, Buffy had never even attempted to put up with it as her parents did.
Buffy glared at her sister. " Mom, are we sure Dawn stopped her terrible twos? Because she still acts just like one."
Dawn glared right back. Then she got the second meaning of her sisters' jab. "Hey! MOM!" she hollered.
"You two," Joyce sighed as she cleared their dishes. "Go get your stuff. I'll be waiting in the car."
Joyce pulled up to the Sunnydale High entrance and abruptly stopped.
"Okay!"
Buffy hopped out of the Jeep's passenger side. Joyce continued brightly,
"Have a good time. I know you're going to make friends right away--"
"Not likely, Mom. After all, it is Buffy," Dawn said dryly from the backseat. Buffy glared at her younger sister, who in turn stuck out her tongue.
"As I was saying... just think positive."
Nodding, Buffy turned to go, closing the door.
"And honey?"
Bufy turned back to the Jeep.
"Try not to get kicked out?" Joyce asked hopefully. Buffy nodded dutifully.
"I promise."
"Mom, you know Buffys' promises can be faulty..."
"Quiet, Dawn," responded both mother and elder daughter simultaneously.
Joyce turned back to Buffy. "Okay."
Buffy turned back to the school, took a deep breath, and began her journey into the schools' double doors.
**~ ~ A.N. -- How did you like it? This chapter pretty much follows the first episode Welcome to the Hellmouth ( except with Dawn in it, and extra dialogue, ) as far as the original scripting. But within the high school, from now on everything is gonna be mine!! Well... pretty much. I think it will be.
Also - I briefly recall reading a story that had something like this. I truly apologize if I'm right! But I swear that from now on, it should be nothing like anyone elses.' Promise! R / R! ~ ~**
** I may finish the story before winter break ends ( 4 me Jan. 7 ), but I may prolong it... High School can be quite a trip, ya know! **
~ ~ I am very busy - two shows, cheerleading, & honors classes... sosometimes chapters just might take awhile.. but if people R / R... just maybe I'll take some time out at two in the morning...; )