Title: I Will Survive
Author: NightsDream
Rating: PG-13 may go up to R because of depression and sexual implication.
Summary: Buffy Summers is not in the in-crowd until she meets Riley Finn.
Disclaimer: I own no characters and not the story. It belongs to the person it happened to. I love what you experience made you what you are today: a wonderful woman.
Warning: This fic contains implied pre-martial sex. If this offends you, I apologize and encourage you to please stop reading.
A/N: This story is a true story, not of me, but of someone very close to me. I will not give out her name for security purposes, but keep Buffy in your prayers. Christian, Jewish, Islamic, Wiccan, Pagan, it doesn't matter. We are all watched over, even if it's not by a God.
BASED ON A TRUE STORY
Chapter 1: Gaining a Boyfriend
The bell rings. Class is over. I just took an essay that would determine if I would make it into the advanced journalism class sophomore year.
"Okay, people! Turn your essays into the basket and have a great day," Mrs. Morgan shouts above the scrap of chairs and the talking of the students.
I turn my paper in and give Mrs. Morgan a smile.
"Buffy, even before I read your essay, I would like to say that you have a real gift for writing. If you keep up the great work, I know that you can become anything."
"Thank you. That means more to me than you know." Mrs. Morgan has always been my favorite teacher and if she likes my essay, then I'll get to have her as a teacher next year. I would really like to have a teacher that already knows my style of writing.
"I just give compliments when they are needed and deserved," she smiles her big, toothy smile.
"Thank you. I hope you enjoy my essay. I think I did really well."
"I know that I will. I always have. I have no doubt in my mind that thinks otherwise."
"I better get going. I have to get to class on time."
"Of course. You better get there on time. I'll see you on Monday, Buffy," she waves as I exit the Journalism room.
"Bye, Mrs. Morgan."
***
"So, do you think that you'll make it in the Honors Journalism class next year?" my best friend, Willow Rosenberg, asks me.
"I think that I have a good chance, but I don't know. Mrs. Morgan seems to really think that I have talent and should be in that class, but I'm not sure if I want to be in a class of a seniors, but I would love to be in an advanced class," I ramble.
"Wow!" Willow exclaims. "That was the most buts that I've heard in one sentence ever."
"Sorry, but I keep thinking about it. I wish it was tomorrow so I would know if I got in or not," I pout.
"I wish it was, too. And for the record, you're my best friend, no matter if you make it in the honors class or not. I just hope you do."
"Oh, Will. That's so nice," I say as I wrap my arms around my best friend in the world world.
***
*Monday, Journalism class*
"It took me all weekend, but I graded all of your essays last night. I'm just glad that there are so few of you or else it would've taken longer. I will pass back your papers and if I wrote that you made it into next years honors class, congratulations. If not, I enjoyed having you all in class this year and I hope to see you next year." Mrs. Morgan makes her speech.
My palms are sweating like crazy. I hope upon hope that I get in.
"Cordelia Chase?" she calls and Cordelia walks up to grab her paper. "Christina Nelson?" she seems to go one forever before, "Buffy Summers?"
I hesitate for what seems like an eternity. This is the moment I've been waiting for forever. In this moment, my dream could be smashed into little bitty pieces. I walk as casually as I can to the front of the room, where Mrs. Morgan sits, obviously oblivious to the fact that I'm sweating like a pig. I take the paper and walk back to my desk. I sit and stare at the back of my paper. I can't get the courage to look at it.
Apparently, Mrs. Morgan has finished passing out the papers because she is right at my side.
"Buffy? Have you looked at your paper yet?" she asks.
I seemed to have lost my voice. I clear my throat, "uh, no. Not yet."
"Well, you should," she smiles and continues to pace the room.
Maybe I should. It's probably good. I force my arm to reach for the paper and turn it over. As I open my eyes. I see only one red mark on the paper. Forgot a semi-colon. I turn the pages. None. Nothing! That's the only mistake on my whole paper! On the last page, I see 'See you next year, Buffy!' written in Mrs. Morgan's handwriting. I got in. I got in! YES!!!! Now I have a really good chance of getting a scholarship to a New York school to study Journalism. Yay!!!
***
"Did you get in?" an eager Willow asks me at lunch.
I can't keep it in forever. "YES!!!!"
"I'm so happy for you!" she gives me a huge hug.
"So what do we owe this hug?" my other friend, Xander, asks us.
"Buffy got into Honors Journalism!" she squeals
"Oh, my God!" Xander fakes our energy with a really high woman-like voice.
"That was pretty good, Xand. Were you a girl in your past life?" I jokingly ask him?
"No. I just hang around you two too much," he throws back.
"Oh, that hurts" I reply.
"Well, good. Because it was supposed to."
"What are we talking about?" a very confused Willow asks.
"I really don't know." I say, completely getting her bewilderment.
"Oh, by the way, Buffy. Congratulations on making it in the Honors Journalism class," Xander finally congratulates.
***
*Thursday morning 10 minutes before 1st hour starts*
I walk to my locker, not only to see the captain of the football team standing right there. "Excuse me," I say to him.
"Buffy. I'm actually here to talk to you," he says, looking into my eyes. We lock eyes and he steps aside for me to get to my locker.
I enter the code.
"Do you want to go out sometime?" he asks.
I can't believe what I'm hearing. Riley Finn asked me to go out with him. The captain of the football team asked me out. He always seemed really nice, but I never really got to know him.
Before my mind could stop me, I said, "yes."
"Great! I'll pick you up tomorrow at 5. We'll have an early dinner, talk, and then we can go to the football game. I'll let you sit in the front row."
"You got yourself a deal."
"Good. I look forward to getting to know you," he says honestly.
"Me too," I say, also, very, very honestly.
***
TBC.
Baruch ata hashem eloheinu melech haolom. Asher kit-shanu bamitzvotav, vitcevanu lichadleak ner shel lachiem.
The above statement is transliterated from Hebrew into English. At the end of the story, I'll reveal what it means.
Thanks,
Ambrosia - I'm not writing this story only *for* reviews, but I want to what people think about what happened.
BwoodBme - This is based on a true story, so, I'm sorry, it will not have any aliens. Just kidding.
Buffsterangelicxws - I plan to make the chapters very much longer, but that was my prologue and it is just a taste to see what Buffy's like.
Gel-gel - What?
Pinkie36629 - Thanks. I'll update as soon as I can.
For reviewing!
Author: NightsDream
Rating: PG-13 may go up to R because of depression and sexual implication.
Summary: Buffy Summers is not in the in-crowd until she meets Riley Finn.
Disclaimer: I own no characters and not the story. It belongs to the person it happened to. I love what you experience made you what you are today: a wonderful woman.
Warning: This fic contains implied pre-martial sex. If this offends you, I apologize and encourage you to please stop reading.
A/N: This story is a true story, not of me, but of someone very close to me. I will not give out her name for security purposes, but keep Buffy in your prayers. Christian, Jewish, Islamic, Wiccan, Pagan, it doesn't matter. We are all watched over, even if it's not by a God.
BASED ON A TRUE STORY
Chapter 1: Gaining a Boyfriend
The bell rings. Class is over. I just took an essay that would determine if I would make it into the advanced journalism class sophomore year.
"Okay, people! Turn your essays into the basket and have a great day," Mrs. Morgan shouts above the scrap of chairs and the talking of the students.
I turn my paper in and give Mrs. Morgan a smile.
"Buffy, even before I read your essay, I would like to say that you have a real gift for writing. If you keep up the great work, I know that you can become anything."
"Thank you. That means more to me than you know." Mrs. Morgan has always been my favorite teacher and if she likes my essay, then I'll get to have her as a teacher next year. I would really like to have a teacher that already knows my style of writing.
"I just give compliments when they are needed and deserved," she smiles her big, toothy smile.
"Thank you. I hope you enjoy my essay. I think I did really well."
"I know that I will. I always have. I have no doubt in my mind that thinks otherwise."
"I better get going. I have to get to class on time."
"Of course. You better get there on time. I'll see you on Monday, Buffy," she waves as I exit the Journalism room.
"Bye, Mrs. Morgan."
***
"So, do you think that you'll make it in the Honors Journalism class next year?" my best friend, Willow Rosenberg, asks me.
"I think that I have a good chance, but I don't know. Mrs. Morgan seems to really think that I have talent and should be in that class, but I'm not sure if I want to be in a class of a seniors, but I would love to be in an advanced class," I ramble.
"Wow!" Willow exclaims. "That was the most buts that I've heard in one sentence ever."
"Sorry, but I keep thinking about it. I wish it was tomorrow so I would know if I got in or not," I pout.
"I wish it was, too. And for the record, you're my best friend, no matter if you make it in the honors class or not. I just hope you do."
"Oh, Will. That's so nice," I say as I wrap my arms around my best friend in the world world.
***
*Monday, Journalism class*
"It took me all weekend, but I graded all of your essays last night. I'm just glad that there are so few of you or else it would've taken longer. I will pass back your papers and if I wrote that you made it into next years honors class, congratulations. If not, I enjoyed having you all in class this year and I hope to see you next year." Mrs. Morgan makes her speech.
My palms are sweating like crazy. I hope upon hope that I get in.
"Cordelia Chase?" she calls and Cordelia walks up to grab her paper. "Christina Nelson?" she seems to go one forever before, "Buffy Summers?"
I hesitate for what seems like an eternity. This is the moment I've been waiting for forever. In this moment, my dream could be smashed into little bitty pieces. I walk as casually as I can to the front of the room, where Mrs. Morgan sits, obviously oblivious to the fact that I'm sweating like a pig. I take the paper and walk back to my desk. I sit and stare at the back of my paper. I can't get the courage to look at it.
Apparently, Mrs. Morgan has finished passing out the papers because she is right at my side.
"Buffy? Have you looked at your paper yet?" she asks.
I seemed to have lost my voice. I clear my throat, "uh, no. Not yet."
"Well, you should," she smiles and continues to pace the room.
Maybe I should. It's probably good. I force my arm to reach for the paper and turn it over. As I open my eyes. I see only one red mark on the paper. Forgot a semi-colon. I turn the pages. None. Nothing! That's the only mistake on my whole paper! On the last page, I see 'See you next year, Buffy!' written in Mrs. Morgan's handwriting. I got in. I got in! YES!!!! Now I have a really good chance of getting a scholarship to a New York school to study Journalism. Yay!!!
***
"Did you get in?" an eager Willow asks me at lunch.
I can't keep it in forever. "YES!!!!"
"I'm so happy for you!" she gives me a huge hug.
"So what do we owe this hug?" my other friend, Xander, asks us.
"Buffy got into Honors Journalism!" she squeals
"Oh, my God!" Xander fakes our energy with a really high woman-like voice.
"That was pretty good, Xand. Were you a girl in your past life?" I jokingly ask him?
"No. I just hang around you two too much," he throws back.
"Oh, that hurts" I reply.
"Well, good. Because it was supposed to."
"What are we talking about?" a very confused Willow asks.
"I really don't know." I say, completely getting her bewilderment.
"Oh, by the way, Buffy. Congratulations on making it in the Honors Journalism class," Xander finally congratulates.
***
*Thursday morning 10 minutes before 1st hour starts*
I walk to my locker, not only to see the captain of the football team standing right there. "Excuse me," I say to him.
"Buffy. I'm actually here to talk to you," he says, looking into my eyes. We lock eyes and he steps aside for me to get to my locker.
I enter the code.
"Do you want to go out sometime?" he asks.
I can't believe what I'm hearing. Riley Finn asked me to go out with him. The captain of the football team asked me out. He always seemed really nice, but I never really got to know him.
Before my mind could stop me, I said, "yes."
"Great! I'll pick you up tomorrow at 5. We'll have an early dinner, talk, and then we can go to the football game. I'll let you sit in the front row."
"You got yourself a deal."
"Good. I look forward to getting to know you," he says honestly.
"Me too," I say, also, very, very honestly.
***
TBC.
Baruch ata hashem eloheinu melech haolom. Asher kit-shanu bamitzvotav, vitcevanu lichadleak ner shel lachiem.
The above statement is transliterated from Hebrew into English. At the end of the story, I'll reveal what it means.
Thanks,
Ambrosia - I'm not writing this story only *for* reviews, but I want to what people think about what happened.
BwoodBme - This is based on a true story, so, I'm sorry, it will not have any aliens. Just kidding.
Buffsterangelicxws - I plan to make the chapters very much longer, but that was my prologue and it is just a taste to see what Buffy's like.
Gel-gel - What?
Pinkie36629 - Thanks. I'll update as soon as I can.
For reviewing!