Author's note: This is my first fic, please don't be too harsh! Please R&R
Lil Miss Ginger
"Dontcha think days like this soooooo shouldn't exist?" moaned Tara from across the other side of the table. They were sitting having lunch at Buffy's house. Buffy knew what she meant, it was only half way through the day and already she wished she had never started the damn college. She just wished that she people could see that she wasn't just some dumb bimbo, (as Mr. 'I'm so funny when I make fun of blondes' Psychology teacher had kindly said) and that she had a talent, just like everyone else. There was no doubt about it, she was definitely giving up the pointless waste of time that was Psychology next year. She sighed, next year, it seemed so far away. God how she wished she could start the past twelve months again. Wipe of all the errors in her life (well at least the last semester) off the ruined and torn around the edges piece of paper that was her life, and start again.
She was interrupted from her little metaphoric daydream by a splatter of gunk and spit.
"Oh my god, Willow, that's disgusting. God, not trying to be hard-ass or anything but, swallow before you try to speak."
Willow blushed. "I know, I know, but I just remembered something! You know that ginger girl? The one from California?" Buffy and Tara nodded in unison. It was no secret that the cow was Sunnydale's own Superwoman - stunning (although not Tara's type), athletic, brainy but cool - the girl had everything!
"Well," Willow continued," Isn't she the bitch of the month? I mean, everyone treats her like the goddess of Sunnydale, America and the World. She knows it as well, did you see how Freddie just took her books for her? Like, I dunno, like she was Christina Aguilera, no, bigger than Christina, way bigger-Britney!"
Meanwhile, in Sunnydale, Carrie sat down at her table (hers by right of popular people), gently discarding of the I.T nerds who were currently sitting there, with he flick of a finger. In the space of one second, the table was full of her wannabees. She looked on them pityingly, who could blame them? She was gorgeous, from her long, toned legs, to her fiery red hair. She clutched the glowing maroon red ring on her finger.
"Woah, nice ring, can I try it on?" It was one of those poor freaks who considered themselves a good friend.
"Um, how about I put it this way - NOOOOO! God, I don't even know your name, how dare you!" She looked pointedly at her 'best friend', Caroline, who laughed nervously.
"Yeah, get lost!" she said as the poor little freak scampered. And then came the oh-so familiar ring of her Nokia 8310. As she took it out of her Gucci bag, she signalled to her admirers to get going. This was definitely one call not to be heard by them.
Lil Miss Ginger
"Dontcha think days like this soooooo shouldn't exist?" moaned Tara from across the other side of the table. They were sitting having lunch at Buffy's house. Buffy knew what she meant, it was only half way through the day and already she wished she had never started the damn college. She just wished that she people could see that she wasn't just some dumb bimbo, (as Mr. 'I'm so funny when I make fun of blondes' Psychology teacher had kindly said) and that she had a talent, just like everyone else. There was no doubt about it, she was definitely giving up the pointless waste of time that was Psychology next year. She sighed, next year, it seemed so far away. God how she wished she could start the past twelve months again. Wipe of all the errors in her life (well at least the last semester) off the ruined and torn around the edges piece of paper that was her life, and start again.
She was interrupted from her little metaphoric daydream by a splatter of gunk and spit.
"Oh my god, Willow, that's disgusting. God, not trying to be hard-ass or anything but, swallow before you try to speak."
Willow blushed. "I know, I know, but I just remembered something! You know that ginger girl? The one from California?" Buffy and Tara nodded in unison. It was no secret that the cow was Sunnydale's own Superwoman - stunning (although not Tara's type), athletic, brainy but cool - the girl had everything!
"Well," Willow continued," Isn't she the bitch of the month? I mean, everyone treats her like the goddess of Sunnydale, America and the World. She knows it as well, did you see how Freddie just took her books for her? Like, I dunno, like she was Christina Aguilera, no, bigger than Christina, way bigger-Britney!"
Meanwhile, in Sunnydale, Carrie sat down at her table (hers by right of popular people), gently discarding of the I.T nerds who were currently sitting there, with he flick of a finger. In the space of one second, the table was full of her wannabees. She looked on them pityingly, who could blame them? She was gorgeous, from her long, toned legs, to her fiery red hair. She clutched the glowing maroon red ring on her finger.
"Woah, nice ring, can I try it on?" It was one of those poor freaks who considered themselves a good friend.
"Um, how about I put it this way - NOOOOO! God, I don't even know your name, how dare you!" She looked pointedly at her 'best friend', Caroline, who laughed nervously.
"Yeah, get lost!" she said as the poor little freak scampered. And then came the oh-so familiar ring of her Nokia 8310. As she took it out of her Gucci bag, she signalled to her admirers to get going. This was definitely one call not to be heard by them.