The First Day
A/n: Okay.new story! I needed a break to contemplate the direction my other one is going, and I've have really like some of the au stories that I've found, which led to thoughts.and then ideas.and then the urge to write something. I have so many ideas for this one that I just hope they don't get all mixed up and become undistinguishable mush in my head..! Well, please review!
Disc.: None of the characters are mine.etc.etc.etc.
Summary: AU; Buffy and co. are in high school, junior year (season II BtVs- like). Everything happed in Season I except for Angel-he did not make an appearance, and is unheard of.until a new student shows up at SHS! (I still am trying to decide whether to make him a normal human being or (evil laugh).something else;-)
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Bbbrriiingggbbrrining!!!!!!!
Ugh. I hate getting up early.
A small hand reached out from under a mass of covers and slammed down on top of the offensively loud alarm clock, effectively silencing it. Why does school have to start so early in the morning? Why can't it start at noon and get out at five or something, so people like me could actually get a healthy amount of sleep. After all, being up until the very early morning stalking demons in cemeteries doesn't really constitute as rest.
"Buffy, honey, are you up? It's seven o' clock, and your first day back at school!" Joyce Summers voice rang through the hallway into her daughter's room, overly awake and cheerful for what Buffy considered to be way too early.
"Yeah, mom. I'm up," Buffy replied, her voice gravelly from just waking up. With that she slowly pushed her covers back and stretched out, a yawn escaping from her mouth. As much as she didn't like school, she was looking forward to seeing all of her friends again after being away most of the summer, and she was sure Giles would be expecting to hear from her soon, too, after last night's patrol-so she got out of bed and dragged herself across the hallway to the bathroom, deciding that maybe splashing cold water on her face might wake her up a little, but then after actually doing this, deciding that icy cold water is a cruel way to wake up in the morning. Maybe I should just try the really strong coffee thing like so many of my teachers rely on.
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"Okay, honey, have a good day!" Joyce said as her daughter was stepping out of the car. She watched her as she quickly checked her reflection in the small visor-mirror, and smiled, thinking about when she was Buffy's age, and how big her little girl was getting, how grown up, almost seventeen.
"Bye, mom." Buffy called back, shutting the door of the car a little more forcefully than she intended, then turning and heading towards the front steps of Sunnydale High School. She suddenly noticed that she felt a little self-conscious, kind of like she did on her first day here only one year ago. God, It's like I'm worried about impressing someone, or getting attention.but the only people here that I really care about are my friends, and I don't have to impress them.She shrugged off the thoughts that were running rampant in her head and tried to ignore the fluttery feeling she was feeling in the pit of her stomach, after all, it's not like she had a reason to be nervous.did she?
A/n: Okay.new story! I needed a break to contemplate the direction my other one is going, and I've have really like some of the au stories that I've found, which led to thoughts.and then ideas.and then the urge to write something. I have so many ideas for this one that I just hope they don't get all mixed up and become undistinguishable mush in my head..! Well, please review!
Disc.: None of the characters are mine.etc.etc.etc.
Summary: AU; Buffy and co. are in high school, junior year (season II BtVs- like). Everything happed in Season I except for Angel-he did not make an appearance, and is unheard of.until a new student shows up at SHS! (I still am trying to decide whether to make him a normal human being or (evil laugh).something else;-)
Feedback is good!
~~~~~~~~~~
Bbbrriiingggbbrrining!!!!!!!
Ugh. I hate getting up early.
A small hand reached out from under a mass of covers and slammed down on top of the offensively loud alarm clock, effectively silencing it. Why does school have to start so early in the morning? Why can't it start at noon and get out at five or something, so people like me could actually get a healthy amount of sleep. After all, being up until the very early morning stalking demons in cemeteries doesn't really constitute as rest.
"Buffy, honey, are you up? It's seven o' clock, and your first day back at school!" Joyce Summers voice rang through the hallway into her daughter's room, overly awake and cheerful for what Buffy considered to be way too early.
"Yeah, mom. I'm up," Buffy replied, her voice gravelly from just waking up. With that she slowly pushed her covers back and stretched out, a yawn escaping from her mouth. As much as she didn't like school, she was looking forward to seeing all of her friends again after being away most of the summer, and she was sure Giles would be expecting to hear from her soon, too, after last night's patrol-so she got out of bed and dragged herself across the hallway to the bathroom, deciding that maybe splashing cold water on her face might wake her up a little, but then after actually doing this, deciding that icy cold water is a cruel way to wake up in the morning. Maybe I should just try the really strong coffee thing like so many of my teachers rely on.
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"Okay, honey, have a good day!" Joyce said as her daughter was stepping out of the car. She watched her as she quickly checked her reflection in the small visor-mirror, and smiled, thinking about when she was Buffy's age, and how big her little girl was getting, how grown up, almost seventeen.
"Bye, mom." Buffy called back, shutting the door of the car a little more forcefully than she intended, then turning and heading towards the front steps of Sunnydale High School. She suddenly noticed that she felt a little self-conscious, kind of like she did on her first day here only one year ago. God, It's like I'm worried about impressing someone, or getting attention.but the only people here that I really care about are my friends, and I don't have to impress them.She shrugged off the thoughts that were running rampant in her head and tried to ignore the fluttery feeling she was feeling in the pit of her stomach, after all, it's not like she had a reason to be nervous.did she?