Buffy frowned as the car drove past a sign that said Welcome to Sunnydale. She hadn't said a word to her mother the whole car ride. Joyce looked over at Buffy who had her head resting on the window.
" You'll love it here Buffy, they have a very nice high school. I am sure you will make it on the squad in no time," Joyce said trying to lighten the mood but Buffy just leaned in further towards the window.
Joyce looked back out to the road as the sun began to set. It became dark quick as she drove threw the town, hauling the U-Haul behind her. She looked over at Buffy. Is she asleep Joyce wondered as she turned her head back to the road. She slammed on her brakes as a motorcycle wheeled out in front of her. Buffy jerked forward and looked out the front and saw the motorcyclist wheel around. He had no helmet on and his blonde hair stuck out like a sore thumb in the black of night. His eyes flashed as he moved his hand on the throttle and took off back towards the car. Buffy and Joyce both screamed , thinking he was going to hit them but were surprised when he speed passed the passenger side. Buffy turned her head quickly to watch him drive off. She smiled slightly, had a faint feeling of familiarity, and then turned back around. Joyce calmed herself down and continued driving until reached their new house.
"Well here it is Buffy, Our new home," Joyce said as she cut off the engine
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Buffy's alarm went off, signaling to her that it was time to go to her new school. She slowly pulled herself up out of bed and scooted her feet across the floor to the bathroom. She jumped back as the doorknob shocked her. She looked down at it like it was some new form of evil. But she pressed on extending her hand to it again, but this time not shock. She walked into the bathroom and stripped her bedclothes and walked into the shower. She cut it on expecting hot water but finding only cold. She let out a high-pitched scream and Joyce came running in.
" Buffy are you ok?"
Buffy poked her head out from behind the curtain. Her lips quivering.
"No hot water, why isn't there hot water?"
"It hasn't been cut on yet dear, I am sorry."
Buffy like out another screech and yanked the shower curtain closed. Joyce turned slowly and closed the bathroom door. By the time Buffy had finished her icy shower her lips where blue. She stepped out on to the bathroom floor and looked around. No Towel.
"Mom there is no towels!"
"I don't think they have been unpacked yet dear."
Buffy let out a deep breathe and picked up her bedclothes and made a mad dash for her bedroom. She slammed the door and leaned against it. She dropped her bedclothes into her hamper and made her way over to underwear drawer. She picked out a white matching set and put them on then walked over to her closet, hair dripping down her back made her continuously rub it. She tore threw the clothes in her closet to find what she wanted then darted around her room looking for her blow dryer, her hair was driving her mad. She plugged it in and let out a sigh of relief as her hair began to dry.
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Buffy squinted as she looked at her new school from the sidewalk, her morning had gone awfully but she felt she made the best of it and she thought she look pretty good for having no hot water. Her hair was pulled back in a tight ponytail and her knee-high boots accentuated her green eyes. She walked slowly up the concrete steps and threw the doors. A gust of wind hit her causing her yellow sundress to fly up behind her. She pushed it down and entered the halls. Some students looked at her oddly but Buffy kept her head up and walked to the principal's office. She knocked on the door and some mumbled something she took it as come in. Buffy popped her head in the door and a dark haired man sitting in the chair.
"Principal Flootie, I am Buffy Summers."
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Buffy sat in a little chair as the principal shuffled threw some files.
" Ah ha, these are the two I am looking for, they well get you well acquainted with this school, Miss Summer," he said and hit is com button to get his secretary," Ms. Bell can you page for Ms. Rosenberg and Mr. Harris to come to my office."
"Yes sir," his secretary responded in a thin voice.
The next thing Buffy hears is…
" WOULD WILLOW ROSENBERG AND ALEXANDER HARRIS PLEASE REPORT TO THE PRINCIPALS OFFICE."
" You'll love it here Buffy, they have a very nice high school. I am sure you will make it on the squad in no time," Joyce said trying to lighten the mood but Buffy just leaned in further towards the window.
Joyce looked back out to the road as the sun began to set. It became dark quick as she drove threw the town, hauling the U-Haul behind her. She looked over at Buffy. Is she asleep Joyce wondered as she turned her head back to the road. She slammed on her brakes as a motorcycle wheeled out in front of her. Buffy jerked forward and looked out the front and saw the motorcyclist wheel around. He had no helmet on and his blonde hair stuck out like a sore thumb in the black of night. His eyes flashed as he moved his hand on the throttle and took off back towards the car. Buffy and Joyce both screamed , thinking he was going to hit them but were surprised when he speed passed the passenger side. Buffy turned her head quickly to watch him drive off. She smiled slightly, had a faint feeling of familiarity, and then turned back around. Joyce calmed herself down and continued driving until reached their new house.
"Well here it is Buffy, Our new home," Joyce said as she cut off the engine
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Buffy's alarm went off, signaling to her that it was time to go to her new school. She slowly pulled herself up out of bed and scooted her feet across the floor to the bathroom. She jumped back as the doorknob shocked her. She looked down at it like it was some new form of evil. But she pressed on extending her hand to it again, but this time not shock. She walked into the bathroom and stripped her bedclothes and walked into the shower. She cut it on expecting hot water but finding only cold. She let out a high-pitched scream and Joyce came running in.
" Buffy are you ok?"
Buffy poked her head out from behind the curtain. Her lips quivering.
"No hot water, why isn't there hot water?"
"It hasn't been cut on yet dear, I am sorry."
Buffy like out another screech and yanked the shower curtain closed. Joyce turned slowly and closed the bathroom door. By the time Buffy had finished her icy shower her lips where blue. She stepped out on to the bathroom floor and looked around. No Towel.
"Mom there is no towels!"
"I don't think they have been unpacked yet dear."
Buffy let out a deep breathe and picked up her bedclothes and made a mad dash for her bedroom. She slammed the door and leaned against it. She dropped her bedclothes into her hamper and made her way over to underwear drawer. She picked out a white matching set and put them on then walked over to her closet, hair dripping down her back made her continuously rub it. She tore threw the clothes in her closet to find what she wanted then darted around her room looking for her blow dryer, her hair was driving her mad. She plugged it in and let out a sigh of relief as her hair began to dry.
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Buffy squinted as she looked at her new school from the sidewalk, her morning had gone awfully but she felt she made the best of it and she thought she look pretty good for having no hot water. Her hair was pulled back in a tight ponytail and her knee-high boots accentuated her green eyes. She walked slowly up the concrete steps and threw the doors. A gust of wind hit her causing her yellow sundress to fly up behind her. She pushed it down and entered the halls. Some students looked at her oddly but Buffy kept her head up and walked to the principal's office. She knocked on the door and some mumbled something she took it as come in. Buffy popped her head in the door and a dark haired man sitting in the chair.
"Principal Flootie, I am Buffy Summers."
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Buffy sat in a little chair as the principal shuffled threw some files.
" Ah ha, these are the two I am looking for, they well get you well acquainted with this school, Miss Summer," he said and hit is com button to get his secretary," Ms. Bell can you page for Ms. Rosenberg and Mr. Harris to come to my office."
"Yes sir," his secretary responded in a thin voice.
The next thing Buffy hears is…
" WOULD WILLOW ROSENBERG AND ALEXANDER HARRIS PLEASE REPORT TO THE PRINCIPALS OFFICE."